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Available Youth Fantasy Chapter Five
After graduating from high school at age seventeen, KT bummed around the America's for a couple years, and then Europe and Asia for a couple more years. He was very selective and sparing with the use of ash, but truth is, it made for a very comfortable life style. In each city he visited he'd simply pick out an attractive man, gay or straight didn't matter as long as they were single and reasonably well off financially to support him comfortably. He'd give them ash, wait for a while and just move in. Of course, they'd treat him like a king and all his needs and wants were taken care of. All that was required of him was an occasional fuck, and sometimes not even that. Sometimes just a friendly smile and a pat on the head was enough to keep them happy.
So KT lived a life of leisure, staying with an ash recipient for weeks or maybe months and then moving on. All his needs were taken care of so he didn't need money, but if he did, they were always happy to provide it. They were more than willing, even anxious to serve him and wait on him, and were perfectly satisfied with whatever attention he was willing to give them in return.
The men KT picked to be his ash recipients had to be independent, preferably rich so he could move in with them and live comfortably, so they were not his preferred 'fuck-boy' type. They were too old. Of course, he picked them as young and pretty as possible, but still, in order to be financially well off, they were at least in their twenties and some in their thirties. He didn't mind giving them an occasional fuck if necessary to keep them happy, but KT liked them younger, a lot younger.
KT started fucking his classmates when he was twelve or thirteen and as he got older he remained fixated on youth. He was not a child molester by any means, but he wanted young and innocent looking teenagers. He wanted them to be of legal age, but just barely, and if they looked younger, that was a definite plus. And if they lied about their age, he felt no obligation to question it.
As we know, while KT was growing up, Shawn used him as a submissive, even his slave, but he trained him in his own image to be a rough demanding top man. And that's what KT picked up on. He loved rough sex and was very demanding on his sexual partners; slapping a trick around while fucking him made him super-hot, and made for great sex. Although submissive to Shawn, KT was always, unquestionably, a top man with everyone else.
So, although KT occasionally fucked his 'ash' guys, he was generally out looking for something younger. Angelic, young, innocent looking boys. So, he quickly learned all the best cruising places in all the cities he lived in.
Another thing that has to be mentioned is KT's fixation on white boys. Rough demanding sex in KT's mind often meant humiliation sex, and as a dominant black man, a discriminated against racial minority, KT loved humiliating white boys. Somehow it made him think he was making up for inequities of the past, so, as he grew older he began to exclusively screw white boys and relish the enjoyment of disparaging them while roughing them up and fucking them.
Eventually, KT had a readily available minion on 'ash' in most every major city in the world. Remember, `ash' is permanent, so he could drop in on these guys on the spur of the moment and be waited on, hand and foot. He'd pop in for a month or so until he was bored with the local cruising possibilities, and then he'd head out for someplace else.
KT didn't work, except in the weight room. He worked his ass off in the weight room, keeping his body always in superb shape, constantly in a contest-ready condition. He didn't need a job of course because with `ash' he was always staying with a guy who was literally willing to climb all over himself seeking his approval and wanting to serve him and support him and everything else that goes with it.
Luckily, ash was very easy to work with. It would dissolve instantly in liquids, especially in saliva, and after experimentation KT found that if he crushed it between his thumb and finger he could simply rub it on a sweaty body and it would be absorbed through the pores. And it didn't take very much. It seemed that even the slightest amount was sufficient to do the trick. Two different times KT simply walked up behind a guy, crushed the ash and smeared it against the guys neck. There was temporary surprise, but once they saw KT's handsome smiling face they readily accepted any excuse he gave for touching them. So, he'd follow them for a while and at some point they would simply freeze, stopping right in their tracks and start looking around. Once they located him, their faces would brighten up and they would come to him, completely docile and as obliging as little puppies.
So, KT would settle into a minion's apartment, making himself at home and sign up at a local gym, and then find all the best cruising areas or local teen hangouts. Then, if he wasn't at the gym he was cruising and fucking, working his way through the local supply of cute young teens.
KT didn't worry about any sensibilities of his hosts, he simply took charge when he moved in. It wasn't so much like he was an honored guest who needed to be coddled, it was more like he lived there in his own home and had live-in domestics to serve him. And those domestics were totally dedicated to his every need. So, when he got settled in and got a steady stream of tricks coming and going, his hosts were completely accommodating. With `ash', KT could do no wrong.
KT did not use ash on his tricks. Of course he didn't. He was a hunk; incredibly good looking and built like a brick shit house, and noticeably well hung. So, it was amazingly easy for him to pick up some cute young number off the street that was wild about gorgeous black guys with muscles. KT was a magnet for young kids.
So, KT's life style during these years was not much more than weightlifting and cruising and fucking and then more of same. He'd pick up some cute young thing, bring him home and fuck the living daylights out of him, and then repeat.
Unfortunately, the situation was not as perfect as it might have been because he seldom found his favorite fuckboys: cute young virgins. KT absolutely loved being the first to get his prick into a hot virgin ass, but you simply don't often find them out cruising on the streets.
KT liked his sex rough, so he was never easy on his tricks. Most often his sex looked very much like rape as he worked his tricks over, slapping them around and demanding total obeisance. Being a hot bodybuilder, it's no surprise that his tricks understood right up front that they were there to be used and maybe abused for his pleasure, his sometimes almost sadistic pleasure. Actually, his tricks found him so wildly desirable and felt so honored to be picked up by him, that it was almost a badge of honor to end up with a few bruises. KT's partners did not soon forget having sex with him.
"You're even more gorgeous today, sir" Emil said as he held the door open for me. Actually, Emil said that every day, but undoubtedly with justification. Having just come from the gym, I was wearing only my skimpy gym shorts and shoes and carrying my gym bag, so every muscle on my incredible body was showing in all its glory, absolutely pumped to the max with astonishing definition, so hell yes, I was gorgeous. More like awesome. Emil leaned in for his hug and kiss. Emil is so much in love that he gets emotional when we kiss and his tears started to drip. It's actually questionable whether I should even allow him to kiss me, because when I do, he gets maudlin because he knows that's all he's going to get from me, a kiss, but if I don't, he gets absolutely devastated, and mopes around all day. So, the solution I came up with is to let him kiss me, but not over-do it. I let the kiss go on for a couple minutes and then pushed him away. Let me tell you something about Emil. He's twenty-nine and some kind of executive for a family owned travel company. He's been one of my `ash' boys for well over a year and this was my second visit. I stayed the first time just over a month and Emil was a perfect host, taking care of all my needs, even taking the trolley so I could drive his cute little Austen sports car. There was never a peep out of him when I started having a steady stream of cute young boys coming and going. As all those on 'ash', he was a perfect host. But something has gone wrong with the ash I gave him. Instead of wearing out and getting weaker over time like you might expect, it seemed to be getting stronger. Grandma gave me 'ebon' in case the 'ash' wasn't strong enough, but she never mentioned what to do if the 'ash' itself was too strong. Yes, they are supposed to be attracted to me and willing to do most anything to keep me happy, but when I arrived Emil was all over me, literally worshiping the ground I walked on. And that's where we were now. Somehow the `ash' had gotten stronger over time and was acting like an overdose. He had not only fallen in love with me, but it was more than that; it was more like a fixation. He wanted my total attention all the time and resented me even looking at anyone else. He watched out the window for me each day when I came from the gym, just so he could open the door for me. He waited on me hand and foot, which wasn't all bad, but he went to extremes, trying to prove his love for me. I was still driving his cute little Austen Sports 3000 while he was taking the trolley, but that's actually okay because I expect a bit of sacrifice from my ash boys in order to adequately serve me. (Besides, I absolutely love that car.) But he gave his cook an extended leave so he could prepare my meals personally, but when I sit down to eat he refuses to sit at the table with me, but stands there next to me like an idiot with that silly waiter's towel over his arm, serving me and carefully taking care of all my needs. Also, something totally stupid, he insists upon calling me `sir' and sometimes `lord'. Here I am living in his house, having him support me and serve me while I'm fucking around and he's calling me 'sir.' That's ridiculous. He tried to call me 'lover' when I first arrived but I put a quick stop to that by giving him a couple lumps he'd remember. 'Sir' is okay although stupid, 'lord' is acceptable but also stupid, but 'lover' is out of bounds. No matter what he feels and thinks and believes, he's not my lover, he will never be my lover, and he's not allowed to say he's my lover. So, the point is, he's being one great big pain in the ass. Something went wrong with the ash, and since it's permanent, there's nothing I can do about it. "It's absolutely thrilling to see you looking so beautiful today, sir" he sputtered as he looked lovingly into my eyes. "I can't ... I'm just ... I simply can't get over how lucky I am living here with you, us living here together." See what I mean? A great big pain in the ass. He says shit like this every day. Hell, he says shit like this a dozen times a day, enough to drive me crazy. "Drop it, Emil" I groused. I didn't particularly want to be nasty to him but his requirements for my attention were suffocating. "I love you, sir" he said. "You know how much I love you." "I said drop it, Emil" I snapped. "That's enough, damn it." I grabbed him by the collar and gave him a shake to try to emphasize my point, but as usual it didn't seem to faze him in the least. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir" he said, giving me a smile as I let go of him. "And by the way, sir, there's someone here to see you." "What? Someone here?" "Yes sir, a young man." "You shouldn't have let him in." I assumed it was somebody I'd fucked and I didn't ordinarily fuck them a second time. Who else could it be? "Yes, sir, I know, but he was very persuasive. He's in the drawing room." Yes, Emil is rich and, among other things, his house has a drawing room. Of course he was rich; why would I pick someone poor to take care of me? "You need to park the car, and these things need to be washed" I said as I handed him the keys and my gym bag and headed into the drawing room. And, surprise, it wasn't somebody I'd fucked yet, but it was one I'd planned to. It was Bram, from the gym. "Well, surprise" I said as I entered the room. "I sure didn't expect to see you here." Bram stood, giving me a big smile and we shook hands. Bram was a very attractive young man who worked out at the gym most days when I was there. He'd caught my eye the very first day I was there, and I had talked to him many times, basically using my seduction on him for my eventual abduction. By now it was like we were old buddies. Although taller than my usual, he was definitely on my list as fuckable. But I'd only been in Copenhagen for a couple weeks and so far, there'd been no shortage of butt holes that needed to be filled with my pecker. Does that sound crude, plugging butt holes with my pecker? Of course it does, but that's me, and there ain't no way around it, my sole purpose in being here is to find as many cute young kids as possible to fuck. They've all got tight butt holes and my specialty is getting my pecker in there. I didn't drop his hand after the shake, but just held on to it. "I'm happy to see you" I said, "but I don't usually have beautiful young men show up at my house. What's going on?" Bram was almost my height, probably just short of six feet, very attractive and very well built. I liked my tricks to be well-built, but Bram was obviously well along to becoming a serious bodybuilder, and his muscles were bigger and more defined than I was accustomed to. He was dressed like he was every day in the gym, snug white t-shirt, white shorts, black gym shoes. "I heard you were leaving" he said. "What? Where did you hear that?" "Sem told me that. He said you told him things weren't working out for you here." That shows you what can happen when you get pissed and talk too much. I was pissed on the day Bram was talking about because Emil had climbed in bed with me that morning, trying to get me to fuck him. But my trick was still there. I had fucked the kid the night before and had gotten a delightful blowjob, and intended to get some more action that morning. But Emil's climbing in with us had spooked the kid and he had taken off. So, of course I was pissed. I was still angry when I got to the gym and I guess I told Sem that I was fed up and planned to leave. I was so furious with Emil at the time that I kicked the shit out of him, giving him a few bruises and a bloody nose and left him lying in the corner crying when I stormed out of the house heading for the gym. Hey, if you know me you know I've got a temper, and when somebody gives me shit, I give then shit, and at the time I didn't give a damn that Emil was doing it because he was madly in love with me. I probably shouldn't have worked him over as much as I did because I know it's the ash that's causing it, and he can't control it. But when I'm angry ... Well, kicking his ass did relieve some of my anger and frustration. "Oh, shit" I laughed, responding to Bram. "I was really pissed at Emil that day; you met him when you came in; he had royally pissed me off that morning and I kinda took it out on him before I left the house. I was in a foul mood." "So, you're not leaving?" "No, not right away. Emil can be a fuckin pain in the ass, but I can handle him. So, you ...?" I left the sentence hanging. "Well, I ... I ... I'm ... I'm a little embarrassed" he mumbled. "I thought ... I thought you were leaving, and I ... Well, we talked at the gym, and I ..." He was completely tongue-tied but there was no doubt what he wanted. Hell, I'd been prepping him for this for a couple weeks. I was still holding his hand, but now I let go, reached behind him and grabbed a handful of ass cheek, and pulled him into me. Our lips met and his arms went around me. 'Mmmmmm' sounds started coming out of his throat. Keeping my hand on his ass, I grabbed his hair with the other, jamming his lips against mine, taking total control. This was an interesting development. This kid was afraid I was going to get away before he let me get him into bed. Therefore, before I had a chance to fuck him. "Ah- hum" I heard from the doorway. Damn it, Emil again. "Lunch is ready, sir" he said. Can you believe the shit he pulls? Bram tried to pull away, but I was having none of it. I gave his ass a good squeeze, pulling him in tight against my growing hard-on, and started dicking his mouth with my tongue. This went on for a couple minutes until Emil 'ah-humed' again. Pulling back from the kiss, I looked into Bram's eyes from inches away as I spoke. "Emil, I'll tell you when I'm ready" I growled without looking away from Bram's eyes. "But it's ready" Emil said. "It's hot." See what I mean, about him being such a pain in the ass? He gets jealous when I even touch someone else, and I can assure you I'm constantly touching someone else. He just can't stand not having me completely to himself. Without a word, I took Bram by the hand, and lead him out of the room. I wasn't gentle about it when I pushed Emil out of the way and took Bram down the hall to my bedroom. As we entered my bedroom, I grabbed his ass and his hair again and went back to the kiss. We just stood there for several minutes smooching. When I finally pulled back, I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up and off. Jesus, was he pretty. He was probably about sixteen, three or four years younger than me but he looked like a kid. He looked like a kid in the face, but not in the body which showed great bodybuilding gains. He had delightful shaped pecs and a seriously ribbed stomach as well. I tweaked one of his little nubs, giving it a good pinch. He hissed gently through his teeth but did not move. I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Get naked" I said as I kicked off my shoes. It took only a minute for him to remove his shoes, his shorts, and his underwear. "Now me" I said. He gave me a look. "On your knees." Although there was no doubt who was in charge, I wanted to emphasize his servility. He slowly sank to his knees in front of me. When he grabbed my shorts, I grabbed his hands and looked down at him, crouched there at my feet. "Slowly" I said. "And look at me." As I let go of his hands, he looked up into my eyes, and started very slowly pulling on my shorts. Actually, the only way to get them off was to grasp them by the waist band and peal them down over my enormous quads. I was mostly hard already so when he finally uncovered my dick, it popped out in his face. He kept looking into my eyes as he finally got my shorts clear and they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them. I grabbed my dick and waggled it. He pulled his eyes away from me and had to look almost cross-eyed at it right in his face. "Hands behind your back" I said, and he obeyed. Still holding my dick with one hand I grabbed his hair with the other. I jiggled it around a bit in his face, barely touching his lips a couple times. He stuck out his tongue but I pulled back. He looked up at me, wondering what my game was. Giving him a big smile, I hit him, a solid open-handed slap to the face, whipping his head around. He looked shocked and tears immediately appeared as he raised his hands to his face. "Get your fucking hands behind your back" I snapped at him. Looking up at me misty eyed, he did what he was told and put his hands back behind his back. "Stick out your tongue" I ordered him as I continued to jiggle my dick in his face. "Lick it." I held it barely within reach and since I was holding his hair and he couldn't move his head, he stretched his tongue out as far as he could, and barely licked the tip of my prick. "Lick it" I repeated. He tried even harder. I moved my dick around a bit and he followed it with his tongue, trying to lick the tip. "look at me" I said, and as he looked up in my eyes, I smiled and let him have it again; a good solid swat to the face. He grunted this time: 'Aaow'. The tears started flowing but his hands did not move; they stayed behind his back. His misty eyes were glued to mine and the look of shock and degradation on his face was delightful. I saw servility; complete and total deference and submissiveness. I chuckled aloud, knowing he was now mine, completely mine and I could do anything I wanted with him. "Get on the bed" I ordered him. It took him a second to adjust to the change of mode, but then he jumped to obey. "On your back, head this way" I said as I walked over. Grabbing him by the armpits, I jerked him to the edge of the bed with his head hanging over the side. "Open your mouth" I said and I pushed in, only about five or six inches, not quite into his throat. I didn't have to say anything as he immediately began sucking so I just stood there, hands on my hips, and let him go at it. After a minute or two I started gently jacking in and out, only a couple inches each way, just to get some movement. He sucked away like a pro. It felt damn good so I just stood there enjoying the feeling and admiring his pretty body. Reaching up I massaged his right pectoral, squeezed his little nipple and then have it a good pinch. 'Mmfg' he moaned but he didn't stop sucking and I kept my slow in and out motion going. Reaching his other pec, I did the same thing, massaging it and then giving it a good pinch. 'Mmfg'. Same result. Pulling out completely I rubbed my wet dick over his face for a minute. "Alright, Sweetheart, take a deep breath." I looked down and watched as I pushed my dick into his face, watching as it slowly went deeper and deeper and eventually disappeared from view as I forced every inch into his throat. He immediately started jerking his head, evidently choking on it, but I held him for about four seconds, letting him squirm a bit before pulling back. He hacked and coughed and gasped, spitting up saliva which dripped down his face. Hell, I figured he was not over sixteen so it's no wonder he couldn't deepthroat. Not yet anyway. I just watched for a few seconds while he tried to get his breath. Then I repeated: "Take a deep breath, sweetheart." He did take a deep gasping breath as I pushed into him again. Jesus, I liked watching my dick disappear into a hunky guys throat. It looked almost as good as it felt. Once I was all the way in, he held out for maybe two seconds before he started to choke and try to get away. But I just held him there on my dick with a big smile on my face, actually jamming in even deeper, until he really started fighting me, squirming around like crazy, bouncing his legs, almost lifting himself off the bed and trying to push me away. Hell, I loved it. Yeah, I loved it, but enough of the games. Enough of showing my power over him. It was time to fuck. I wanted that sweet ass of his. I stepped back. "On your knees, sweetheart" I said. He pulled himself up and was about to get off the bed. "One the bed. Get on your knees on the bed." As he crawled to his knees he turned and looked into my eyes with a look of ... a look of ... what? ... of sorrow? Heartache? Sadness? Alright, so I was being hard on him. The fuck could wait I decided. I could give him a little loving first. Climbing on the bed next to him, I pulled him into a hug and a kiss. It seems he was thrilled to be finally able to touch me, rubbing his hands over my muscled body while we kissed, so I just let him go at it for ten or fifteen minutes. He started making humming sounds in his throat again as we went at it so I knew he was really enjoying it. Kissing is great, but it ain't fucking, so I eventually pulled back. Lifting him and putting him back on his knees I got behind him. Spitting in my hand I rubbed it against his and immediately punched a finger into him. I finger fucked him for a minute or so, and then rubbed some spit up and down my still hard prick. That was it, that was all he was going to get. Pushing my prick down to the right level, I pushed hard, forcing Bram's tight hole to slowly open up. Muscle boys like Bram have tight butt muscles and his ass did not want to open up for me, so I just pushed harder, gradually splitting it open wide to accept my fat prick. It must have hurt like hell but Bram did not make a sound. I gave him a minute's respite when I finally got in, but then started the jacking motion, slowly forcing my way deeper and deeper. Stoic Bram stayed completely silent as I eventually sank ten full inches of big fat prick into his hot ass. Jesus, he was tight, muscle-boy tight. I was loving it. So, I fucked him. A good twenty minutes or so of hard fucking, jacking slow sometimes and sometimes fast, getting a hell of a lot of pleasure from that sweet boy ass. Bram didn't cum, in fact he wasn't even hard so it wasn't as good for him as it was for me. That's his fault not mine and I certainly didn't worry about it.I stuck my head out the door. "Emil, I'm ready for lunch." I shouted.
"It's cold now" I heard him say from the distance. He was miffed, but fuck him. Why should I care.
"Well, get it hot. Now" I snapped. Bram and I were still naked as I took his hand and led him down towards the kitchen. I noticed that Emil had set a place for one at the dining room table, but I went past it into the kitchen.
"Two places" I said to Emil who was standing in front of the stove. I led Bram to the kitchen table, the breakfast table, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and a pat on the butt as we sat down. I was definitely going to get into that ass again after lunch.
You may think I was being unreasonable with Emil, by bring Bram into the kitchen with both of us naked, rubbing his nose in the fact that we're fucking. But the fact is, I live here. When I'm living here this house is mine and I'll dress or undress any damn way I please. I mean, the whole point of having ash boys is so I can live the way I want and do anything I want with total freedom while having them continue to serve me and support me. I'm accustomed to them not objecting to anything I do no matter how outrageous, like the time in Toulouse when I had five boys in my bedroom for three days running. I have fond memories of that occasion. Ethan had simply cleaned up after us and continued to serve me as best he could, never with the slightest thought of objecting.
But because the ash had caused Emil to fall in love, he objected to anything I did which did not include him. He still waited on me and served me well, but the jealousy was hard to take.
Emil brought two plates to the table but rather than setting them down gently in front of us, he banged them down. That was the last straw. I stood, grabbed him by the shirt front and slapped his face. I wasn't gentle.
"That's enough" I shouted into his face. "Behave yourself." I just stood there holding him for a minute glaring into his shocked face. If there was anything Emil wanted it was me not being mad at him, and it took a full minute before I finally saw reason return to his face. The reasoning sinking into him was that he was hurting his case by making me angry. As I held him his love for me was slowly beginning to overtake his jealousy. "I'm sorry sir" he whispered to me. "I love you." As I let go of his shirt he grabbed my hand and kissed it. "I love you, sir" he repeated.
I sat back down and he served us lunch. He was very attentive.
And yes, I took Bram back into my bedroom after lunch and fucked the hell out of him again. He stayed hard, and he shot a gusher onto his chest this time.
Even though Emil was such a pain in the ass, I liked Copenhagen. I really liked it. Can you even imagine what it's like to be a gorgeous muscle bound black American here? I was treated like fuckin royalty. Cruising, hell I never cruised. I'd go to the Faelledparken and the little shits would come to me. And by little shits, I mean sweet cherubic looking young teenagers wanting my attention, wanting to admire and touch my muscles, and more often than not wanting to get at my prick. There wasn't a day or night at the Faelledparken that I didn't have my pick of three or four young cuties within a half hour or so. It was like a fuckin candy store. I've never found a limit on the number of asses that I can plug in a day, but there's been times when I've had at least six and that was here in Copenhagen. Yeah, six hot little asses in a day. But I wasn't in it for the numbers, I was in it for the sex. So, sometimes, not often, but sometimes I'd find a spectacularly beautiful kid that really turned me on, a kid totally into worship with a really talented mouth and a super-hot ass, and I'd keep him around and fuck him all day. So, the pickings were so good in Copenhagen and I was having such a good time, I decided that I could put up with Emil's antics just as long as the cute young things kept lining up for my prick.But, everything changed when I got a call from Brice in the US.
(to be continued)
I'm not getting much in the way of response on this story, so evidently, it's not very popular. I know it's strange, and it's racist, not like my usual stories, but even so ...? Does anyone like this story? Duane (aka: gladiatorkid) gladiatorkid@hotmail.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/gladiatorkid/