As the shower-wet teenage bodybuilder approached the trembling younger boy, he had an epiphany: all those timid kids in school who liked stealing glances at his muscular, rockhard body were queers! Steve knew of course that queers liked looking at real men, but for some reason it had not occurred to him until now that all of those weak young boys in school who secretly eye-balled him working out and showering were fucking faggots! Seeing weak, trembling Billy with his eyes cast down to Steve's discarded nylon athletic shorts and with his small boy cock rigid and leaking in his jeans told the young bodybuilder everything he needed to know about the situation. Billy had nervously but willingly waited next to Steve's locker with a towel for 15 minutes as Steve leisurely showered and jerked off because he was a queer who needed to be near the young muscle stud's beautiful, powerful body!
Fuck, yeah! Steve thought as he reached the gently shaking boy. His sudden insight into that second group of boys at school -- those timid kids who couldn't keep their eyes off his muscular body, but who would look away whenever Steve turned toward them -- made Steve feel exhilarated. Here was a group of boys who instinctively knew they were gravely inferior to a powerful young man like himself. There was more to it than that, though. As Steve stared at Billy nervously looking down to the cold cement floor of the lockerroom, his young arrogant mind registered that this boy had somehow transcended his own overwhelming fear of being discovered as a muscle-worshipping queer in order to be close to the stud. The boy was clearly scared out of his fucking wits, yet . . . yet he had stood there shaking and hard for 15 fucking minutes!
Steve didn't speak right away. He was gleefully processing the scene unfolding before him. What kind of human being would willingly subject himself to such a humiliating situation? What kind of twisted fuck needed to be near a young muscle stud like himself so much that he would willingly stand by waiting for the stud to return from his shower as told?
Steve was too young and inexperienced to draw any final conclusions about the situation, save for this one: the boy clearly was made to worship a young stud like himself. Finally, he had encountered someone -- boy or girl -- who would put everything at risk -- including his own dignity -- to be near Steve and his powerful young body. Oh, yeah, fuckin' sweet! Steve thought. The situation served as a lavish feast directly feeding the narcistic teenager's very large and hungry ego.
As Steve stood there taking in the delicious sight of the powerful effect his muscular young body was having on the timid kid, Billy started trembling more visibly. As much as he was enjoying the moment, Steve realized that Billy's fears might soon overcome his desire to be near the teenager's muscular body. Steve needed to relieve some of the kid's stress before Steve could take full advantage of the boy's craving for his body.
"Good boy, Billy," Steve finally said softly to the terrified kid.
Even the sound of Steve's gentle encouragement noticeably startled the nervous boy. Fuck, this kid is ready to jump out of his skin! Steve didn't want to freak out the kid too much -- at least not until Steve got what he wanted out of the boy, after which Steve didn't really give a fuck what happened to this pathetic excuse for a male. After all, what purpose on earth could a weak, timid boy like this have but to serve a real boy like himself? Once the sick asshole had served his purpose, it would be completely appropriate for this piece of human garbage just to disappear from the face of the earth. It may seem cold, but such was the structure of the arrogant teenager's mind. Yes, Steve was young, but his brain was imprinted with the universal pattern of the dominant male mind -- the mind that instinctively takes what it wants and needs, even if doing so destroys others in its path. Wasn't that how nature always worked?
While Steve had the built-in instinct to take advantage of others for his own pleasure, at his young age he lacked actual experience in putting his instinct into practice. Others had admired his body -- openly and secretly, in school and in bodybuilding competitions -- but Steve knew that his beautiful body had never been given its full due. Steve was a fucking teenage god and everyone knows that a god deserves to be worshipped!
Looking at Billy, Steve realized there was an opportunity before him, but wasn't entirely sure how to play it out. He did, however, realize he needed to calm the terrified kid down a bit before he could take him to the next step, whatever that was.
"Hey, don't forget to breathe, kid!"
Steve's instruction to Billy resulted in the boy immediately audibly exhaling a big burst of air from his lungs. Billy didn't realize he had been holding his breath in fear as Steve stared at him. Some of the tension and fear in his mind and body were released along with the air from his lungs. Billy's level of terror dropped a bit from its former totally debilitating level.
Steve noticed the difference in Billy as the shaking in the kid's body slowed from its scary level back to mild trembling. Steve liked seeing the physical manifestation of the young boy's emotions. He could smell the kid's fear and noticed with satisfaction that the boy's little dick remained hard and wet in his pants. A lot was clearly going on in the boy's mind and body. Steve needed to guide and channel the kid's raw emotions in the direction he wanted them to go. He intended to use the kid for his own pleasure, but needed to walk a fine line to prevent the motherfucker from totally freaking out on him.
"Good boy. That's right. You do like I tell you and everything will be real good for both of us. OK, kid?"
The boy just continued to stare at the lockerroom floor. Steve could tell the kid had again stopped breathing. Fuck, this is frustrating, Steve thought. The older teenager fought an urge to slam the punk kid hard against the lockers and just kick the fucking shit out of him for not getting with the program quickly enough. If the kid wasn't going to do as he was told, then at least Steve could punish him with a physical beating. It was one or the other. That was the natural order of the Universe.
"Listen to me, motherfucker. You need to fuckin' breathe or you're gonna pass out. Now breathe, goddamnit!"
Now the kid began hyperventilating and in a moment Steve could tell the stupid shithead was about to pass out.
"Get down on your knees right now."
The boy quickly dropped to his knees, half because of Steve's instruction and half because he was starting to pass out.
Steve stood a few feet in front of the kneeling boy. He struggled to figure out whether the situation was salvageable. Maybe this queer was just too weak to serve his natural role in life: worshipping a real boy like himself.
The muscle stud watched Billy for a few minutes for signs of whether the boy was redeemable -- or just a lost queer cause. The kid retained consciousness and Steve noticed he seemed to be breathing slowly and regularly as his head hung down toward the cement floor.
Steve was cautiously reassured. The kid had seemed to pass through some kind of physical crisis. Steve could tell that the kid's fear had subsided somewhat and he seemed to stabilize a bit on his knees before the older boy.
The stud stepped forward a little and placed his right hand on top of the kneeling queer's head.
Steve was pleased to note that the kid didn't jump out of his skin when his hand touched the kid's long brown hair. The boy's hair felt soft and silky under his hand, immediately reminding Steve of his last girlfriend.
"Good girl," Steve purred reassuringly as he gently stroked Billy's hair. "That's real good. Just breathe and relax. You're doin' real good. You're fine. Just let me show you what to do. I'll guide you and tell you everything you need to do. OK?"
A smile broke out on Steve's face as he felt Billy's head gently nod up and down under his strong hand. OK, this is good, Steve thought. I just need to gently guide this weak motherfucker into his role. In that moment, all of Steve's uncertainties about the situation evaporated. He knew now that he could control the timid boy. The stud just needed to tell this kid what he was and what he needed to do. The kid would naturally accept his role if Steve didn't push him too hard or too fast. The teen bodybuilder knew he was successfully coaxing out the boy's own submissive instincts and could direct them toward their natural object: worship of the young stud's powerful, muscular body.
OK, queer, let's get on with the fucking show, Steve thought with anticipation. Precisely at that moment, Steve felt a slight shutter and realized that he was still dripping wet from his shower.
"Hey, buddy. Why don't you use the towel and get me dry?"
Billy was still gripping the large white towel tightly in his hands as if he were out in stormy seas and the towel was his lifejacket.
"You can start with my feet and move up from there."
Billy tentatively reached out with the towel and began carefully and methodically drying the older boy's damp feet.
Having the kid on his knees before him worshipfully drying his feet made Steve's soft cock begin to rise in his crotch.
"Yeah, kid. That's real nice. Get those beautiful puppies nice and dry. You like my feet, kid? Those are pretty big motherfuckers, don't you think?"
The boy didn't answer, but carefully and lovingly dried each of the digits on Steve's beautiful feet.
Steve was pleased with the kid's compliance with his instruction. He knew the kid would quickly get hooked on his powerful body and would allow himself to be guided into giving it the attention it so richly deserved.
When Billy had finished thoroughly drying Steve's feet, Steve told him to move to his ankles and legs.
Billy's breathing was ragged and excited as he lovingly dried Steve's tree-trunk-like legs. Billy didn't dare look up, but he could sense that the older boy's cock was hard and gently throbbing in his crotch directly above his head. When he finally reached the young stud's powerful thighs with the big towel, his face came within a few inches of the bodybuilder's rigid cock. Billy could smell the precum that had begun leaking out of the older boy's amazing cock. The smell shot directly to his brain, mesmerizing him and freezing him in place.
Steve loved the kid's reaction to his hard cock, but knew he needed to keep the submissive boy on track.
"You're doin' real good there, kid. But you gotta keep moving. I want you to skip my cock and balls for now and dry my ass. Got it?"
To assist the cock-crazed faggot, Steve turned his muscular body so that his ass was presented to the boy's face.
"Get my ass dry now."
Billy was duly and supremely impressed with Steve's ass. The teen bodybuilder had a beautiful, rockhard bubble butt. Billy could feel its power and strength under the towel as he dried it.
Steve noticed the kid lingering there, but didn't object. Having someone so worshipfully dry his ass was a big turn-on. Steve knew his ass was totally awesome, but as much as he wanted to he couldn't exactly go around asking other people to acknowledge it openly! Now, though, his long, hard hours of working out were being acknowledged and rewarded by this timid queer.
"Get the crack dry. Spread my cheeks and get the towel in there."
Billy obeyed, spreading the powerful cheeks of young stud's ass and lovingly moving the towel up and down the crack.
"Oh, yeah. That feels terrific. Dry my crack, baby. Make your man's ass feel real good."
Steve's encouragement thrilled the young boy and he worked Steve's ass crack with the towel enthusiastically. As he worked, the kid found his head moving close to the beautiful asshole in front of his face. It was hairless and freshly scrubbed. As he stared at it in fascination, the smell of soap hit his nostrils and gave the boy a sex high. Without thinking, the kid moved his face further forward until his lips were just barely touching Steve's firm left asscheek.
It took Steve a moment to realize that the sensation he was feeling was created by the boy's lips softly pressed to asscheek. Holy fuck! This kid really was hungry for a real boy like him.
Steve flexed his powerful ass and was rewarded by a soft whimper from the kid as the skin under kid's lips became rockhard with muscle.
The sound of the whimpering boy traveled directly to Steve's brain and made him want to totally enslave this weak kid to the muscle stud's own selfish desires.
"That's good, girl. I want you to worship my powerful ass. Why don't you kiss those hard cheeks. Prove to them how much you like them. Fuckin' kiss them, asshole!"
Billy began gently kissing Steve's asscheeks. Steve flexed and released his asscheek muscles as Billy worshipped them with his soft, kissing lips. Beautiful, Steve thought.
After several minutes of flexing and cheek kissing, Steve felt the kid's face press between his asschecks. He stopped flexing his ass muscles for a moment to scope out what was happening. The kid's nose and face were pressed gently between the muscle boy's firm asscheeks. The boy's head held perfectly still pressed into Steve's ass as he took in the fresh, soapy smell of the older boy's beautiful ass with ragged breaths.
The kid was getting very high on the fresh, soapy smell of Steve's ass and the feeling of the stud's strong ass muscles pressing reassuringly on both sides of his face. The queer felt like some kind of rodent who had safely ensconced himself in his deep burrow, at long last safe and secure from a terrifying and predatory world. Each with ragged breath he took in of Steve's beautiful, powerful ass, Billy was transported to another world -- a world where he was finally liberated from his crushing fears and crippling self-doubt.
Steve was enjoying having the boy's face pressed into his ass. What greater worship of his superiority could there be than this? The kid had naturally sought out the power contained in his ass. Steve listened with satisfaction to the kid's ragged breathing and knew the kid felt at home with his face buried in the muscle stud's ass.
For a few beautiful moments, the older boy allowed the kid's head simply to remain pressed between his asscheeks. Muscle stud and ass worshipper, joined in an intimate moment of worship. Fuck, yeah! Steve thought. The older boy grasped that the kid's weak will was being reshaped by the inherent power of his own powerful, superior body. The young stud's deliciously twisted mind also registered that the kid didn't need to stop with kissing his asscheeks or resting his face between them. All Steve had to do was take the naturally submissive boy firmly in hand and gently guide him into deeper service to the young muscle stud's own narcistic needs.
"Fuck, yeah. That's good, kid. Your face feels real good in there. You like being in there? Does that feel good to you, pussyboy? Can you smell and feel the power in a real man's ass?"
Billy's mind had become unfocused from Steve's smell and he didn't try to respond to Steve's questions with words. He simply whimpered and took in more of the smell of the young stud's beautiful ass.
Steve knew it was time to move the boy on.
"OK, little boy. I want you to try using your tongue in there. I want you to lick my ass crack up and down with your tongue."
When the smell-stoned boy didn't comply, Steve shouted at him.
"Shithead, I said get your fuckin' tongue onto my crack. Fuckin' do it, right goddamn NOW!"
The muscle stud's shouted instruction pierced the boy's mental fog. Without forming the conscious thought to do it, Billy began running his tongue up and down Steve's shit crack -- first very tentatively, but then with increasing enthusiasm.
The boy's wet, rough tongue on his ass felt great to Steve! Of all the things he had imagined getting his girlfriends to do to his beautiful body -- including sucking his toes and tongue-washing his big chest and arms -- it had never occurred to him to get someone to work his ass crack with their face! The realization that another human being would willingly service him like this made his mind race with possibility.
"You like that, girl? You like having your face in a real man's ass? Can you feel the fuckin' power in my ass, shithead?"
Billy just whimpered and continued licking the young stud's crack with slavish enthusiasm while holding the young muscle stud's powerful asscheeks apart.
For a few minutes, Steve allowed himself to focus on the sensual feeling of the kid's enthusiastic tongue between his asscheeks. He had wanted his whole young life to have another human being totally give himself up to the recognition of the power and superiority of his beautiful body. Now it seemed he found just such a person -- someone who with some firm direction would willingly allow his own inferior personality to be reshaped by the older boy's own demands for physical devotion. Fuck, yeah, this kid was obviously totally into my awesome body! Steve thought with deep satisfaction.
As the kid continued to whimper softly and clean Steve's asscrack with his tongue, the young stud began wondering exactly how far this weak faggot would allow himself to be pushed to satisfy the demands of Steve's powerful young body. When the boy's tongue paused to carefully lick the outside of the stud's anal sphincter, Steve suddenly had an inspiration.
"Oh, yeah. You're doin' real good, girl. My beautiful ass is really likin' your tongue in there. It feels real nice. That's the powerful ass of a real man, pussyboy. You're likin' this, too. Am I right, kid?"
Totally lost in the smell and taste of the young stud's crack, the boy just whimpered and continued servicing the muscle boy's ass crack. That was a good enough response for the older boy.
Steve controlled his own feelings of pleasure to utter four words as casually as possible: "Work your tongue inside."
The boy stopped licking the stud's ass, but kept his face pressed between the muscle stud's cheeks.
"It's OK, man. You're doin' good. And I know you're likin' this. We just need to keep goin'. I told you if you would just do like I tell you, it would be good for both of us. I meant that. But you need to do like I tell you. OK?"
Billy didn't try to answer out loud. His brain and tongue didn't seem to be connected anymore. Instead, Steve felt the kid's face gently nod up and down between his asscheeks. Fuck, yeah! Feeling the young boy answer his question by moving his head within his strong ass felt fantastic to the young stud! It was like the kid's inferior body was signaling its willingness to submit by communicating directly with Steve's superior body.
Without further instruction, Billy's tongue gently emerged from his mouth and pressed forward to once again make intimate contact with Steve's asshole. Curling his tongue, he pressed it forward against the muscle stud's beautiful hole. Steve's sphincter was super-tight, however, and the kid could not penetrate it with his tongue.
Steve chuckled out loud when he heard the little boy whimper in frustration at his inability to comply with the stud's instruction despite his best efforts.
"It's OK, kid. You can't just push your tongue in there. My hole is as strong as the rest of my body. Fuck, my muscled sphincter could probably take your whole weak body any day of the week! You need to convince that strong motherfucker of your devotion in order to be able to get inside. Shithead, you need to make love to that tight motherfucker. Just fuckin' lick and suck it and prove you deserve to get inside to worship the hole. OK, queerboy, now let's get the fuck to work!"
Billy did exactly as he was told. He lovingly kissed, licked and sucked at the young stud's powerful hole like there was nothing more important in the world to him. Indeed, there was not. Billy's natural submissiveness had finally come to the fore and filled his mind and body with a deep craving to satisfy this beautiful young stud -- whatever it took.
Very slowly, Steve's sphincter began to submit to Billy's eager ministrations and the kid's tongue started to penetrate the super-tight channel. The initial taste and smell of the young stud's spicy ass channel drove the submissive boy crazy with lust and devotion. Soon, his full tongue was buried in the older boy's tight, velvet channel.
The boy held Steve's strong ass cheeks wide open with his small hands as his tongue eagerly licked in and out of the hole. In his devotion to the hole, the kid almost passed out a few times from lack of oxygen. When he would feel himself start to lose consciousness he would pull his tongue out of the incredibly tight hole and catch his breath. As soon as he had sucked down enough air, however, the single-minded boy quickly re-inserted his tongue into the hole and made love to it with eager devotion. The submissive boy's mind was filled with the privilege of being able to service the young muscle stud in this way.
The kid's tongue-fucking of his ass made Steve's cock hard and leaky. Steve started thinking about what he wanted to make this submissive kid do next. His thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound being emitted from the kid who was eating out his ass so voraciously. The noise was muffled because the kid's face and tongue were buried deeply between the stud's ass cheeks. It was some kind of wild whimpering or moaning. Steve felt the boy grip his ass cheeks hard in his girlish hands and felt the boy's tongue pause buried deep in his asshole as the kid repeatedly groaned and moaned.
After just a minute, the strange noise stopped and the kid withdrew his tongue from Steve's ass. Steve could hear the boy panting loudly between his asscheeks.
Steve moved forward quickly and the boy, losing his grip on the stud's ass, fell forward onto his hands onto the cold cement floor of the lockerroom. Steve saw that the kid's face was flushed and sweating from his vigorous ass-eating efforts. When the boy finally got up onto his knees on the floor, Steve realized what the queer's moaning had been about. The crotch of the kid's pants was beginning to soak through with fresh faggot snot. The fucking queer had cum in his pants while he was eating out Steve's strong ass!
Steve looked down at the panting, exhausted queer on his knees before him. The young stud's brain was racing with thoughts, but his thoughts were eclipsed by a surge of horniness traveling through his muscular body. For some reason, that incredible horniness was accompanied by a feeling of sharp anger toward the kneeling faggot.
To be continued. . . .