Available Youth Fantasy

This story contains gay muscle worship and gay domination with young men within a black-on-white racial context. It also includes simulated rape. So, if any of these issues bother you stop now and do not continue reading. Also, if you are under the legal age of consent, this story is not for you either.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but keep in mind that this is fiction. In reality, safe sex should always be practiced. This story touches on the supernatural and therefore is a true fantasy, so in no way is it meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental.

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Available Youth Fantasy Chapter Four

Of course, everybody knows the story of `Little Red Riding-hood' about going into the woods to Grandma's house. Well, picture this. My Grandma lives in a tiny little house in the middle of the woods, I shit you not. She doesn't even have a driveway, you have to park just off this narrow county road and walk down a path to her house. And you know what? Her house is barely half an hour out of Atlanta. Yeah. Believe it.

It's a small block house squeezed in among overhanging trees keeping it dark and almost invisible until you get right up to it. You probably wouldn't find it at all if there wasn't that path leading up to it. However, her garden, which was only a few yards away was in an open spot, always bright and sunny.

Grandma must have been up in her ninety's when I used to visit her, but she was very independent. Not only independent, but a recluse as well. I would ride out there every couple weeks on my bike and help out on any tasks that a 90-year-old couldn't handle. And when I say she was a recluse I really mean it, because I was the only one she would allow in her house. She wouldn't even allow my mother, her own daughter-in-law into her house. I'd visit with her while she told me interesting stories about her youth, and we would usually go out in the forest looking for herbs for her potions.

Yeah potions. One of my cousins called it witches brew, but what did she know about it since she'd never been in grandma's house. But Grandma was very much into herbs and I spent hours with her going through the forest looking for uncommon or unique items because she was always making potions with them. She had a remedy for everything, which she made herself in her kitchen from various plants that we collected.

"Kelvin" she used to say. "You don't need those fancy pharmacy places, I've got everything you might need right here in my kitchen. You ever have a problem, indigestion or something, you just come to me. I'll stir something up in a jiffy that will fix you right up."

I admit, even as a kid I had my doubts, but I was healthy anyway, so I never did ask her for anything. She was always sending me home with containers of soup and various remedies for things, and other concoctions that she said were 'good for what ails you'. I was the healthiest kid on the block so I never used them, but my mother did. She swore by them.

As you already know, as a kid I spent more time with Shawn, at Shawn's house, than I did at my own home with my mother. In fact, I considered it more of my home than with my mother because I spent not just afternoons there, but days and nights too.

Shawn was molding me into his own image, a hot muscular dominant young man. I had the looks that God gave me, and Shawn was coaching me in the weight room to build my body, so even at fourteen I'd already been working out for several years and was looking damn good, really quite muscular, and was getting pretty damn cocky about it. Shawn was coaching me in his gym, but he was also fucking me regularly so of course I was his submissive. Submissive and obedient to him, but learning to be aggressive and dominant to anyone else. He was turning me into a virile young black he-man. A confident, assertive hunk, just like him.

So, I was a hunk. I was gorgeous and I was gay. There was never any question about the 'gay' thing, I think I knew from the time I popped out of the oven, and Shawn recognized it from day one and started fucking me before my first whisker.

I knew what I was and I knew what I wanted. I wanted boys. I wanted to fuck boys. And when I was around twelve years old I started doing just that. And as I learned from Shawn, I was a top.

I was a hot stud and I was aggressive, so it wasn't all that difficult to find some boys who could appreciate me and my dick. And, as you already know, I've got a really nice fat dick and Shawn had already shown me what to do with it. So, I generally fucked them, the boys, and they raised their legs and took me. Most times they liked getting fucked, and they liked my aggressiveness. They liked being dominated.

I had no specific schedule for visiting Grandma, just stopping by every week or two, but when my fourteenth birthday was coming up she told me I had to visit. And for the first time she wanted me to bring a friend, and she specified that it had to be a cute white boy of my own age. Yeah, she said that. And, as you can imagine, that was really unusual. I told you she never let anybody into her house except me, and why would she specify a 'white' boy? And even stranger, why would she even mention he should be a 'cute' boy?

So, anyway, Grandma told me to bring a cute white boy along on my birthday, and since I was under Shawn's tutelage, I'd already fucked half a dozen of my classmates, so I just picked the cutest one of the bunch: Rick. I can't really say that Rick was my friend, or that we had any sort of relationship. He was simply one of my fuck boys who was available when I wanted him. When I got horny I fucked him, him and some others.

When we arrived at Grandma's on our bikes, I had Rick sit on the small bench by her front door.

"She's very picky about anybody coming into her house, so let me check first" I said to him as I went in. As usual Grandma was in the kitchen surrounded by cups and jars and bottles and 'you-name-its' full of all kinds of stuff. Some of them dry, some in liquid, some made up as paste, and some ground up to powder. I don't know how she kept track of what was what but she always seemed to know.

"Good, you're here" she said. "Bring your boy in and let's get started." I brought Rick in and introduced him, but she ignored him completely. "Sit here" she said to me, pointing to one of the two chairs at her tiny kitchen table. "Put the boy on your lap."

Huh? Yes, that's what she said: 'put the boy on your lap.'

"Grandma?" I said, but she interrupted. "Don't argue, Kelvin. We've got a lot to do." She gave me a shove towards the chair, so I sat. As I sat down, she pushed Rick over towards me. Rick looked startled and I was startled myself, but she just turned away to the stove. I know Grandma is eccentric so it's better not to argue, so I grabbed Rick by the waist and pulled him down onto my lap. As you can imagine, my dick took notice.

"Kelvin, this is the fourth generation where only one male heir has been born" Grandma said as she stirred something on the stove. "One male in each generation."

Rick had the nerve to giggle, he'd never heard me called Kelvin before, so I grabbed him by the neck and gave him a bit of a shake. Didn't matter because he kept right on giggling. I'd have to have words with him later.

"Your great grandfather 'Sonny'" Grandma continued, "had one boy 'Leo' and Leo had one boy, your father 'Kelvin'. And your father, may he rot in hell, had only one son: you. You're actually Kelvin Jr."

Concerning my father: I never knew him. He disappeared sometime shortly after I was born, and that's when Shawn took over.

"Our family name," Grandma went on. "The Jackson name is renowned in some places and comes with a great history. It also comes with some very special benefits passed down through the generations. That's why you're here today."

"Oh?" I queried. "Special benefits? Mom never said anything about ..."

"She doesn't know. I never told her and I'm not going to tell her. We're skipping a generation. This is between you and me."

Rick started squirming around on my lap and my dick started to grow, pressing against his ass. The little shit was doing it deliberately. "Stop it" I whispered, but he ignored me and kept on.

"You like this boy?" Grandma asked.

"Huh? Well, ah, yeah" I said. "He and I ..." I was going to say we were friends, which wasn't really true. Acquaintances maybe. I couldn't tell her he was one of my regular fuck boys. "Yeah, he's okay" I said. Rick giggled again.

She turned to me. "But he gets you excited, I can tell" she observed. I don't know how she knew since she was looking the other way, but yeah, I was hard.

"Well, yeah, I guess" I had to answer.

"Good. That's what we need. We need you excited; sexually, just like now." Huh? and again, huh? This was my elderly Grandma talking to me. Sex? She's talking to me about sex?

I was speechless. This was my Grandma. My 90 –year-old grandma talking about me getting hot.

"Now, Kelvin, I'm going to tell you something. Listen carefully. This came to me from your great-great-grandmother; my grandmother. She was accused of being a witch in her time and maybe she was, but she gave me the recipe for the 'ash' and the 'ebon'. Back through your father and his father and on for several generations, the male heir in this family has been presented with these potions on their fourteenth birthday." Rick stopped wiggling. I think he was as curious as I was.

"The 'ash' and the 'ebon'? Potions? What's that?" I asked.

"I'm not sure why they're called that except that the 'ash' is grey colored and the 'ebon' is black, but today is your day. Today, your fourteenth birthday, I'm giving you total control."

"Control? You're giving me control of what?" I said.

"It's not 'what' you will control, it's 'who' you will control" she said. "I'm giving you 'attraction' and 'reverence'."

"Huh? What?"

"With the use of 'ash' and 'ebon', today is the day you will become a lord, a master among men. A gifted, unmatched leader. You're getting an advantage beyond your wildest dreams, beyond that of anyone else in the world."

My confusion was total but she didn't give me a chance to question her further. Rick turned and gave me a 'what-the-hell-is-this-all-about' look. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Let's get started" she said. "Is your boyfriend hard?" Again, she startled me with a crazy question. I don't know if Rick was, but I sure was.

"I ... I don't know" I said.

"Well, find out" she snapped. "And stop being surprised at what I have to say."

"Okay, Grandma. Sorry" I answered as I grabbed Rick's crotch, and sure enough, he was hard as a rock. With my hard-on jammed up against his butt, it's no wonder.

"I'm going to need your semen and I'm going to need his" Grandma said. "It's going to go into this mixture I'm making here on the stove. I've got it at exactly 93 degrees so it's ready for the final two ingredients. That's you and your boy."

"Grandma. Please, Grandma" I said as I pushed Rick off my lap. "You can't mean this."

"Of course, I mean it" she said.

"I can't jerk off in front of you."

"You're not going to jerk off. You're going to fuck him."

What the hell???

"I saw from the minute you came in here that he was your lackey so of course you'll fuck him" she said.

"Grandma, Grandma, Grandma" was all I could say, I was so shocked.

"You've got to understand, Kelvin, that a man's semen is most potent when he is in total control of another man, completely dominant and demanding, even tyrannical when he ejaculates. That's the semen I need from you."

"Grandma, you can't mean ..."

"My mélange is ready, so stop wasting time. Get at it. Right now."

"Come on, Grandma" I said, totally flabbergasted.

"I said right now."

Oh fuck. She really means it. She wants me to fuck him, right here and now.

"You're gonna watch?" I asked.

"Of course, I'm going to watch" she said.

"Hey, wait a minute" Rick spoke up for the first time. "This ain't gonna happen. No way am I gonna get fucked right here in front of your Grandma."

"That's good when he's unwilling, Kelvin" Grandma said. "It makes you more powerful. Your semen will be stronger. Now get at it."

So, it had to be done. Grandma says I've got to fuck him. So be it. I didn't really give a damn whether Rick was willing or not. If I wanted to fuck him I'd fuck him.

So, I grabbed him and unbuckled his belt. He tried to stop me, but he had no chance against my strength. Remember, I'd been working out for a couple years and even at fourteen, I was very stro. Besides, Rick was my fuck boy. He was used to me controlling him.

He refused to cooperate at first so I had to forcibly de-pants him and get him up on the kitchen table. And guess what? I was enjoying it. He'd always been my fuck boy and I'd always been in charge, but I never stopped to realize what a weakling his was: what a wimp. He fought back but it didn't matter in the least, I did what I wanted with him.

He finally settled down a bit once I got my dick in him and started plowing his hole. He just lay there on his back, eyes wide open looking up at me, legs in the air, tears dripping down his cheeks. Grandma kept encouraging me, wanting me to be rough and demanding, showing my power over him, so I was harder on him than usual, slapping him some and pulling his hair and fucking him hard. And, I'll have to admit, I enjoyed roughing him up; I enjoyed his whimpering. It was fun.

"Make sure he doesn't cum first" Grandma said. That's when I noticed Rick's dick was hard and he was jerking it. Shit, he was enjoying this. I was amazed. He was enjoying having me rough him up. He was enjoying me doing him in front of my Grandma. I pushed his hand away from his prick, not allowing him to touch himself.

When I was on the verge of shooting Grandma had me stand on a stool and bend my dick straight down, as straight down as possible anyway, making sure that every bit of semen went into the pan.

"Don't waste it, don't waste it" she kept saying as I ejaculated into the pan. Then, as she started stirring the concoction like crazy she said: "Get your penis back into him, Kelvin. Take control."

"What?" I said. "Grandma, I'm done. I came."

"Do what I tell you" she snapped, still stirring her brew. "Take control of him. Slap him, rough him up, make him submit. It's the submissive's semen that I want. The more submissive the better."

Hell, I'm fourteen and I love to fuck so I went at it, jamming my still hard dick back into him, grabbing his hair, and generally roughing him up again. Rick gave me a dirty look but didn't say anything as I grabbed his dick. He was hot and wanted to cum so he was not about to fight me. And, as I already remarked, I was sure he was enjoying me roughing him up.

When he screamed, on the verge of ejaculating, Grandma shouted at me to grab his dick and aim it while she held the pan in front of him. I pulled my dick out of his ass, jerked him off the table and still holding his dick, aimed it so that his semen went into the pan; most of it anyway.

Grandma went back to stirring her concoction on the stove, but I was hot again. Hell yes, I'm fourteen and I'd just spent five minutes or so fucking Rick's ass, getting him ready to shoot so of course I was hot again. Even though it hadn't been ten minutes since I fired my load, I was ready again. I pushed Rick to his knees and pushed my dick in his face. He'd sucked me before but he'd never actually sucked me all the way off. That was going to change, right now.

Call it a blowjob or call it a face-fuck, but whatever you call it, it was wonderful. And I swear to god, Rick was smiling up at me after he swallowed my juice. Who would have thought he would be such a pussy?

When I was done Grandma was already pouring her brew out on what must have been butcher paper. It had thickened a bit, not quite a liquid but not really a paste either. As she poured it out, I swear it looked alive, as it seemed to move over the table of its own volition. I swear, my sperm, those little buggers, must have been chasing Rick's sperm around like crazy, taking control and enslaving them.

As the stuff began to cool a weird thing happened. All at once, the entire concoction moved and roiled and then formed up into tiny little balls, hundreds of bee-bee sized perfectly shaped little balls. They were a light grey in color: hence: 'ash'.

"That's it. Done" Grandma said. "We'll give it an hour to cool and dry, and it'll be ready."

"It? You mean the pills."

"They're not pills, they're ash. Simply ash" she said.

"Okay, ash. But what is it?" I asked. "You haven't told me."

"Of course I did" she answered. "I told you that 'ash' is for 'attraction'.

"Alright, fine. Attraction" I said. "But what does that mean?"

"It means that anybody you give ash to will become attracted to you. Your Grandfather called it 'admiration', but it's the same difference. Within a couple hours of taking it the recipient will be attracted to you, and according to your Grandfather, they will also admire you. It's as simple as that."

"Wow. That's really something" I said slowly, not sure if I was comprehending what she was saying. "But what does that do for me. So what if they admire me?"

"Basically, it means you can do no wrong. No matter what you do to them their admiration for you will continue."

"You mean" I gasped. "You mean ... I can ..." I didn't finish the sentence.

"That's the attraction part of it" she said. "They are attracted to you, physically and mentally. And sexually of course. They want you. And they will continue to want you no matter what you do to them."

"Wow, wow, wow. I gotta think about this" I said. "But, what about the other stuff, the ebon?"

"That is for 'reverence'" she said. "Your Grandfather said it was for 'groveling'."

"Groveling?"

"There are sometimes hard cases where the 'ash' does not take full effect" she said. "With those you give them ebon. But you have to be careful with anyone on ebon because they are hard to control. They require a lot of attention."

"Huh? What? How?"

"They become slavish. Totally attached and dedicated to you and nothing else, determined to serve you and even worship you. They crave your attention and your approval and they need it constantly. It's not easy to keep them at arm's length."

"Wow again" I said in awe, and started laughing. "Grandma this is wonderful, amazing, stupendous."

"Yes, it is, but let's get back to work."

"Huh?" I said.

"We've got to do this process all over again for the ebon" she said as she went back to the stove. "You can get started while I get this temperature up to 93 degrees."

"You've got to be kidding" I said.

"Get busy" she answered.

So, I fucked Rick a couple more times and Grandma collected our semen. I was rough on him this time and, as you can imagine, we both loved it. And since I was even rougher and more demanding, Grandma said the semen was even more potent than before.

The ebon was an entirely different formula and Grandma cooked it longer that she did the ash. When she finally poured it out on the butcher paper it performed exactly like the ash, except that it turned completely black. And just like the ash, as it cooled, it rolled itself up into tiny little bee-bee sized balls.

When we were done, Rick and I were both wiped out. I'd fucked him three times (once for pleasure) in just four hours and he'd blown me once besides. And Rick: he had cum three times, and his butt was probably going to be sore for weeks. We were both wiped out, but we were also feeling invigorated and pretty damn good about ourselves. I loved giving Rick a rough fuck and Rick loved getting a rough fuck.

But then, after all of that, Grandma got really stingy.

"You're young, Kelvin. I know you're smart and clever, but you have a lot of growing up to do yet."

"But Grandma ..." I said.

"I'll keep the ash and the ebon here. I want you to know how important they are and I don't want you to simply pass them out willy-nilly."

"But Grandma. What good are they if I can't use them?"

"You need to learn their importance, Kelvin. It will take a while, but you'll learn. For now, I'll give you only one ash. The next time you visit you can have another one."

"What about Rick? Can I have one for him?"

"Do you really think this boy needs ash to be attracted to you?" I looked at Rick who was just standing there like a dumbass with a goofy grin on his face, and I had to laugh. Hell, I owned him. He'd always been my willing fuck boy but now he was acting like my little lap dog. I gave him a pat on the ass.

"Okay, I see what you mean. But what about the ebon?" I asked Grandma.

"No. None at all" she said. "They're too dangerous for a boy still in school. When you're older you'll learn how to deal with having slaves around you."

I didn't argue, but just stuck the ash in my pocket as Rick and I got on our bikes and headed home.

Fast forward to the next afternoon after school. I was waiting in the parking lot next to his car.

Brack came strutting out as usual, swaggering is the word, with Harold and Bob tagging along. I saw his eyes open wide, almost bug out when he saw me. He froze right in his tracks. I wasn't sure what to expect but I fully intended to dive in and find out.

"Get rid of your friends, Brack" I said, my voice quivering slightly. I was nervous, of course I was nervous. However, it worked like a charm.

"Take off guys" Brack said. "I'll see you later."

"We're going to Harold's house, Brack. Remember?" Bob said. "Coreen's going to be there and you said you'd share." He sounded desperate. "Come-on, Brack. That's what you said."

"She's all yours today, Bob. Now take off."

"Come-on, Brack" Bob said. "You know she won't give-out without you there. She never does. Don't screw it up for us." I just stood there, my arms folded enjoying watching this. It was amazing.

"Will you get the fuck out of here" Brack snapped. "I'll talk to you later."

"Well, fuck you, man" Bob groused as he and Harold turned and walked away. Harold gave me a look, wondering what was going on. Probably wondering why Brack wasn't kicking my ass.

I took note of the fact that during this conversation Brack never took his eyes off of me, not once did he look at Bob, even when he was talking to him. He was totally focused on me.

"Good job, Brack" I said as I walked up to him. "You're a good boy." I gave him a smile and he smiled back.

"Thank you" he said. I reached forward and grabbed his crotch, right there in the parking lot. This was the defining moment. Would he accept it or would he break my jaw?

He didn't react at all and didn't say anything and neither did I, but his dick started to grow. I got a huge grin on my face; Grandma's predictions were coming true. She said I could do anything to them and they would admire me for it. I had grabbed his prick and he was smiling at me.

"Let's get in the car, Brack. I'll drive" I said. Without question, Brack handed me the keys and opened the door for me so I got in behind the wheel. I was only fourteen but I'd driven a couple times with my mom and a couple times with Shawn, so I kind-of knew what I was doing. But it was exciting getting into Brack's car.

"Have you ever had a blowjob, Brack" I asked as he got in the passenger side.

He got a big grin on his face. "What do you think?" he chuckled. "Of course I have. Susan's good at it and so is Latisha, and ... well ... when you're the quarterback of the football team here ain't no shortage of cock lovers around, especially when you've got what I've got." He laughed aloud. "I mean, after every football game I get ... well, you know ... I get ..." He laughed some more. "So, yeah, I've had plenty of blowjobs".

"Oh yeah?" I chuckled along with him. "Show me what you've got." Without any hesitation whatsoever, he unzipped and pulled his healthy seven or eight incher out.

"They love my dick" he laughed. "Hell, they line up to go down on me. Do you want some of this?"

"No thanks, Brack" I said.

This thing with ash was new and I didn't know how to deal with it yet, but it seemed like I was talking to a child instead of an admirer. "Let's go somewhere where we can have some privacy."

"Okay, lets. That's a good idea" Brack said. "You can suck me if you want." I didn't respond because I was carefully, very carefully backing Brack's car out of the parking space. I had driven on the road before but I'd never driven in close quarters in a parking lot. But I made it, I got out on the street. Brack didn't seem to be aware that I ran over the curb with his car and didn't seem to know what I was doing.

"Where shall we go?" I asked.

"Let's go to my house" Brack said. "Nobody's home there." That was a great idea, so I drove to his house. I knew where he lived; it was about two blocks from Shawn's place. We entered from the garage and went up to his room.

Brack just stood there not saying anything, evidently waiting for me to tell him what to do. "Take your clothes off, Brack" I said. "Let me see what you look like."

Without comment or hesitation, he started stripping. His dick was still hanging out, so he only had to kick his shoes off and pull his pants and underwear down. Then he slipped his shirt off.

Brack was beautiful. I said he was built, he was bigger than me and was very masculine with nice pecs and shoulders, and melon sized biceps. I wasn't interested in his dick but I could see why the girls swooned over him; he was one gorgeous package.

"You have a nice body. Do you want to see my body?" I asked him sweetly.

"Yes, KT I do" he said. "I want to see your body." I think that's the first time ever that he called me something other than creep or pussy or some other vulgar name.

"Come here and help me then" I said. He stepped up to me. "My shirt" I said and raised my arms so he could pull it up and off. "My shoes and socks." Without question he dropped to his knees and slipped off my shoes and my socks. I put my hand on top of his head and said: "Keep going". Since I was holding him there, he stayed on his knees and unbuckled my belt, undid my pants and pulled them down and off. "My underwear too" I directed him and he pulled them down.

So, he's naked and on his knees in front of me, and I'm standing there, also naked, in front of him with my dick hanging out. I couldn't handle it. I went into convulsions, laughing hysterically. I mean I couldn't help it, I just fell apart. What do they say: 'bust-a-gut'? That was what was happening to me. I actually fell to the floor, laughing uncontrollably. Laughing and laughing and laughing. I laughed so hard that it actually began to hurt.

Can you see? Can you see what was going on here? This was Brack; Brack the bully. Brack, they guy who always beat me up. Suddenly he was putty in my hands. I could do anything I wanted with him. This is incredibly funny.

It had to be almost five minutes before I was able to get myself under control. Tears were pouring from my eyes and I kept on giggling as I slowly got myself together.

Brack hadn't moved, but was still there on his knees watching me. "Are you okay, KT?" he asked warmly. I almost started laughing all over again, but was able to control it.

I got back to my feet in front of Brack again. "Do you like my body, Brack?" I asked.

"Yes, KT, I like your body. You are very well built,"

"Do you like my cock, as well, Brack?"

"Yes, KT. You have a nice cock. I think it might be bigger than mine."

"We'll have to get it hard to find out if it's bigger, won't we?"

"Yes, KT. We'll have to get it hard."

"Kiss it for me, Brack. Maybe that will help it get hard."

"Okay" he said simply, and leaned in and kissed it. He kissed my prick. I almost howled. 'Grandma, Grandma, Grandma, what have you done'. I got a grin on my face that was so wide that it was about to crack my cheeks.

"Ohhh fuck" I said and my whole body shuddered, and my dick started to grow. "Kiss it again, Brack" I said.

"Okay, KT" he said as he kissed my growing dick.

"Did you like that?" I asked him. "Do you like kissing KT's dick?"

"Yes, KT. I like kissing your dick. I like doing it for you. Do you like it too?"

"You bet I like it" I laughed. "Do it some more."

"Sure thing, KT" he said and started kissing repeatedly.

"Lick it too" I ordered him, and without question he went right to it, licking away.

After a couple minutes he looked up at me. "Do you like it, KT. Do you like it when I lick your prick?"

"Oh yes, I like it. But what I really want is for you to suck it."

"Okay" was all he said as he took it in his mouth and started sucking. I freaked out again, and my dick started throbbing. Shit, I was going to cum. No preliminaries, no nothing, but I was already past the point of no return.

I grabbed his head, rammed my dick in and let fly. He seemed to be gagging as I held him there shooting into his throat, but he was trying to control it. I went on and on, but I finally let him go just as I was finishing my ejaculation, and he pulled back, frantically swallowing and gasping for breath.

"Wow, that was terrific, Brack. Did you like it?"

He was still trying to get his breath back as he spoke. "I don't know, did I?" he gasped.

"I liked it" I said. "I liked it a lot."

"I liked a lot too, then" he said, giving me a big smile. And I swear to god, if he'd had a tail, it would have been waging.

Brack didn't change after that, he was still a bully. His personality did not change but the way he treated me sure changed. When our paths crossed his whole face would brighten up and he'd give me a cheery hello. His friends could not understand it and I rather imagine Brack didn't understand it either. I have no idea what was going on his head but he sure had a thing for me.

This was my first use of ash, and funny thing, I discovered a drawback. I wanted to humiliate Brack; I wanted him to go through what I'd been going through for months, but it was no longer possible. I fucked Brach a week or so later, which I thought would be really degrading for him. But it wasn't. In truth, I didn't 'make' him do anything, he wanted it. I think he felt privileged to give up his ass to me.

It crossed my mind to make him blow me in front of his friends, but even I am not that cruel. So, I never had him again. I just moved on and ignored him.