Cub Boy Training #7: Amos, the black Adonis - The Skinhead Experience - Oh Blake!
When Amos realized I did not have to be home until 5pm, he showed his beautiful white teeth again in that big smile. He then said, "Well, in that case, get out of those duds again. We will eat something, have a little nap so Amos Junior here can get his second wind. I'll get me another piece of that hot white tail of yours before you have to leave boy. I ain't a teenager no more, takes a while to get the old heart pumping it up now that I am 38 years old. Some food and a nap should fix that. You plum tuckered me out with that hot ass of yours girl! Strip again while I get the fix-ins set out for lunch so I can just admire you some more while we eat. You are one beautiful pussy boy Joey.
"Amos Sir would you get nude again for me to admire too! You're just about the most handsome black man I have ever seen, especially when you smile and show those big white teeth?" He answered, "You're embarrassing me boy, but sure if it will make you happy." He began to strip, tossing each item of his clothing at me as he disrobed, making it a game, including his shoes and socks. I did the same thing to him, catching him off guard once in awhile and hitting him with one of my items. We would catch each piece and toss it on his sofa in a big pile. We laughed and he chased me around the room until he caught me by my hips with his massive hands. He lifted me up over his head, sat me on his shoulder and carried me like a sack of potatoes headed for the kitchen. Between laughing and the horseplay, as he spun around and around, bumping into things, he finally sat me down on the kitchen counter. My head was whirling and he was obviously dizzy too, as his face nestled into my crotch and inhaled my boy scent. When he regained his footing he raised his head up to mine, smiled and put those big suction cups over my lips, sucked them right up into his and slurped them back and forth, nipping them gently with his teeth. I had never felt anything quite so intimate. When he broke away, I felt I would like him to do that forever to me.
After he filled the table with the leftovers of cold fried chicken, potato salad and some macaroni and cheese, he put one table setting on the table. He sat down, patted his lap, indicating I should sit there. I did, rubbing my ass cheeks against Amos Junior and he started to feed me like a baby with the one fork. I finger ate the chicken, but the macaroni and cheese and potato salad he fed to me. One bite for me, then one for him, using the same fork. Even the glass of milk he had pored we shared. Every one in awhile he would turn my head to him, looked at me, then wipe my mouth with a napkin. When we were finished eating, he lifted me down on my feet and started cleaning up and putting away the foodstuff. We washed the chicken fat off our fingers and he lifted me into his arms and carried me to his bed. He snuggled up next to me, pulled up the sheet over us and we both were quickly cutting Z's. I awoke in his arms with him pulling my butt plug out. He sat it on his nightstand, this time he didn't put on a rubber, slowly pushed Amos Junior into me and rotated him over my bean until I was working back against him and breathing hard. He took a firm grasp on my cock, squeezed it to keep me from ejaculating, and started to rut me with an intensity and single purpose - to pleasure us both. He kept whispering in my ear. "Making you happy Baby! This big black man is making you happy Baby!
"Oh Amos, what you do to me!" This set him into lusting mode, as he pounded his groin against my bottom. He turned into a wild stallion rutting, chewing and biting on my neck and shoulders. He released my cock from his strangle hold around the base and moaned, "Shoot Baby! Shoot for Amos!" My release took him over the top and we both shared the joy of ejaculating together. As we calmed, he turned me to him; his lips fell over mine. Again, he nibbled and sucked on my lips as before. He lay doing this for so very long, then rolled over, sitting on the edge of the bed for a few minutes just thinking before raising to his feet. He turned, lifted me into his arms, carried me into the bathroom, sat me on his toilet and told me to stay. His sperm trickled from me as he filled his large old-fashioned claw foot bathtub with hot bubble bath. He crawled in and motioned me to join him. I crawled in and sat between his legs and we just soaked in the warm water together until I felt him sliding down, pulling me back enough to line me up with the head of Amos Junior. He slid me down over him again and in the soapy water slid my back up and down over him. He soaped up my cock again and he put my legs up over his thighs and jacked me as he plunged Junior into him. Water was splashing over the edges of the tub when he brought us both to a climax. He pushed his feet against the end of the tub back into the sitting position and we just sat there until Junior relaxed and plopped out into the warm water. He stuck his fingers into me and cleaned me out well, then lifted me up and our bath was complete. I dried, dressed and was on my way home at 4:25pm with the butt plug clean and again inserted to keep me dilated and ready for action.
After dinner I washed the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen as usual, I went up to my bedroom and checked for an email from Master Jake. He had sent me instructions to come to his house at 9:00am Thursday, two days from today and the Major and he would start my dungeon training. I looked out the window over at Trooper Jerry Gallagher's windows and it was dark. I went back to the computer and searched the Internet for awhile reading storied in the Authoritarian section of Nifty until about 10:00pm, then readied for bed. My ass was a bit sore yet from my day with Amos, so I had removed it also for the night. Before I crawled into bed I took one last look out the window again, the lights were on in my trooper's window and the magazine propped up in the window. My heart raced with excitement! The fog had rolled in again so I knew it would be bitter cold. I put on sweats, my Spalding Runners, my cap, my trench coat, making sure the tube of KY was in the pocket. I checked on grandma and headed for you know where. Sore or not, my trooper wanted me and I could not let him down. Just the thought of being with him again excited me as I headed out the door.
As I started to j-walk across the street in the fog, a van squealed to a stop almost hitting me. The driver's window went down and the driver shouted obscenities at me. I stepped up to the window to apologize and I noticed that the van was full of leather clad skinheads, none of which were the two from this morning. I said, "Hey, I'm sorry dude! I didn't see you coming in this fog!" I just happened to look up and Trooper Gallagher was taking in the entire incident. He waved me to get back. At the same time, the driver turned and said something to his buddies. The next thing I knew two of them piled out the side door, grabbed me and shoved me head first into the van and climbed in behind me holding me down going through my pockets. They found the ten and two fives and one shoved it in his pocket, then he pulled out the butt plug and KY that I had left in another pocket and held them up to the others. He announced, "Look what we have here guys, a fucking faggot and his equipment. Is this our lucky night or what!" He shoved the plug and KY back into my pocket. The door slammed shut and the tires squealed as I was held down and my sweatpants stripped from me.
One guy said, "You first Gill!" The other guy held me as Gill pulled his dick out, spit on his hand, rubbed it on his dick a couple of times, and feed it into me in seconds. Thank god, his dick was small, but he went at me with vengeance. "Put the Amyl Nitrate to him Butch. It will get him really working that ass over my dick." When his partner had the Ammo ready, he had already dropped his load into me prematurely. Gill rolled off me, held me down, took the Ammo bottle from his partner and said, "Your turn Butch!" Butch positioned his body! I was not quite so lucky with him. He was twice the size of Gill and my ass already burned with his insertion. It was a fatty. Gill put the Amyl to my nose and I started to undulate and heave under him. Having never before experienced Amyl Nitrate, what it did to me was a totally new experience. My head floated as on cloud nine, my ass muscles and ass went into a state of involuntary full speed and fucked his rod like that was their primary directive. Each time I would start to regain my control, Gill slipped the bottle to my nose again until my ass pumped Butch to a huge ejaculation. He said, "Who's next," as he pulled and held me for the guy in the passengers seat. I had regained enough of my sense back to realize the vehicle was no longer moving, thinking they must have pulled off to the side of the street or possibly, we were in the Marina parking lot. I knew we had not gone to far from home. Butch said, "I'll hold him and Gill you get into the drivers seat and let Ace and Blake both back here to take their pleasure." When Ace stuck me, Butch put the Amyl back to my nose and off I went again. I drained him in twenty quick strokes.
The original driver Blake was next. Before he started on me he said, "I like to see the pussy I am fucking boys; get that cap off him and turn him over and hold his legs up over his chest. I now had eye to eye contact with Blake as he rammed his dick into me. I had an opportunity to take a good look at them all. Blake was by far the best looking and definitely the largest of the four guys in every way. His dick looked to be a chubby monster, as it filled me and then some. He took a good look at me and said, "We have a real doll here guys; what a looker. Just look at this blond hair, plus a face as pretty as a picture. Am I going to enjoy you baby! Put the Amyl to her Butch." He fucked me and I just melted into him and undulated, humped my ass under the influence of the Amyl. I was so turned on I became as a bucking bronco and he the rider. He was not a quick shooter either. He put his nose to the bottle a couple of times too. It took two more deep inhales of the Amyl before I was able to finally take him over the top and drop his load into me. He bent over and licked my face before he dismounted and said, "You're the best baby! I think you like Blake's big cock and that amyl too! I'm going to take something to remember you by now baby!" He took a knife from his belt pouch, turned my head to the side and cut my ponytail off right above the rubber band. He rubbed it back and forth over my face and said, "Mine baby, all mine now - worth a pretty penny too I'll bet!" He licked it twice and pushed it in his pocket. I was still floating on cloud nine.
I pulled him off balance toward me and planted a big kiss right on his lips. He said, "Wow, would you look at the girl go for Blake guys - must be this big dick on me! What a kisser too! He took another hit of amyl and gave me another. He leaned forward and let me kiss and lick his face and lips. He loved it as much as I did. He smiled and then straightened back up." He instantly got hard again and pushed his monster back into me and said, "You want some more of Blake's hard dick - you got it baby! What is your name pussy boy" I whispered up to him, "Joey!" He said, "Give Joey girl some more Amyl Butch and I'll see if I can get my gun off again before she starts to cry out for me to start poking her!" The amyl did the number on me and I started to buck under him. He rode me like a pro rider. I loved it! I would have let him ride me forever under the influence of this wonderful amyl stuff, what ever it was. I was going to have to get some of this stuff for myself. I kept trying to reach him with my lips to kiss him, he felt so wonderful inside me. He finally gave in to me and let me suck on his lips as he rode me to the end. Again, very long winded, Blake took a very long time to shoot that load into me. He collapsed over me and I realized I was licking and sucking on his neck before he rolled off. He said, "Wow guys, this babe is hot stuff. See if he has an ID on him so we will know where he lives for next time boys." Butch found it in my pocket and said, "3747 Scott Street, Names Joey Schmidt, 18 years old, therefore legal!"
Blake spoke up again. "Give Joey's money back to him boys, maybe she will want to service us again someday if we are nice to her tonight." Gill, who had pocketed my money, gave Blake a look to kill, but forked over the money to Blake. He stuffed it back in my pocket, gave me another peck with his lips on my forehead and said. "Thanks for the ponytail girl!" I found myself whispering to him, "Please, you come back again Blake?" He just smiled! They took me back to my address after I was all dressed and opened the door and let me go.
I looked up to Trooper Gallagher's windows, the lights were on, so I ran to his buzzer and rang. There was no answer, so I assumed he was out looking for the van and me. Maybe Jerry got the license number as they drove away with me, was waiting at the owner's address waiting for him to return home. I stood there thinking what I should do next when he pulled up to the curb in the patrol car. He rolled down the window and asked, "You OK Joey? I have been looking all over for that van for over an hour and a half. I could not catch the license number in the fog when they stormed off with you Joey. Get in baby and tell me what happened!" I got in and he headed for the parking garage as I started telling him what happened to me. I pulled my cap off and showed him my missing ponytail. When he parked the car, we sat there and I finished telling him the whole story. He asked me how old the guys were and I guessed at 25. We went up stairs and he tended to a couple of bruises that were forming on my torso where I had landed on the floor of the van when they tossed me in. He lectured me on walking up to a car and talking with strangers like I had done and to be more careful when crossing the streets when it is foggy.
"Joey, from what you just told me, you enjoyed what those skinheads did to you tonight as much as they did. You're all sexed up yet boy. Just look at you all hard and ready to go again. I bet the assholes did not even use protection on you! Tomorrow you will go to the clinic for testing! Now get the fuck out of those cloths before I rip them off you." I could see he was either upset that I had enjoyed myself with the skinheads or he had a bad case of jealousy and wanted to fuck me silly. He continued, "What you need Joey is some serious discipline to put some sense in that head of yours about just how dangerous it is running around fucking with every Tom, Dick and Harry you meet. There are some real bad eggs out there that would just as soon kill you for a buck as to look at you boy - dopers, smack heads, gang members, speed freaks, all looking for trouble." He ushered me to his bedroom and I finished undressing as he watched. The minute I stood completely nude he pulled a wide police belt from a rack in the closet. He stripped to just his pants and boots, put the cuffs on me and stood me up against the open closet door, face first. He lifted me up and put the chain on the cuffs over a peg on the door, leaving me suspended, my feet just barely touching the floor. He stood back and struck me with that wide belt across my buttock and up over my back until they felt like they were on fire. Then he started back down over my thighs and the back of my calves. I was crying as he finished taking his rage out on me. He left me hanging there and left the room without saying a single word. I tried to work the cuff chain off the peg, but it had a big knob on the end that made it impossible.
He came back in about half an hour later and sprayed my back, butt, thighs and calves with rubbing alcohol which stung at first, then it started to sooth the heat and pain. He pushed petroleum jelly with his fingers up into me and pushed Chubby into me in one quick thrust. He fucked me like a mad man; the door pounding against the wall with each thrust making a horrible sound that resonated through my ears. I realized he was nude when his hairy legs lay against mine as he continued his assault. He began to put hickeys, bites over my neck and shoulders as he brought himself to a raging climax with the final thrust. I shot my wad down the inside of the swinging closet door where I was suspended. He finally spoke, "That is the way you seem to like your sex Joey, so that is how it is going to be from now on boy." He lifted me off the peg, shoved me on to the bed, leaned toward me, rolled me over on my back and attached the cuffs to the metal headboard. He went to the end of the bed, pulled me down until my arms stretched taunt above my head. He attached another set of cuffs to my ankles and took one of his black ties to secure me to the bottom rail on the bed. This left me laying face down stretched out only able to roll over on my side or turn over on my back.
"That should keep you secure for awhile Joey, keep you from getting into any more trouble tonight." He turned off the light, crawled into bed beside me, turned my head facing him and kissed me gently on the lips. He rolled me over with my back to him, cuddled up next to me and we eventually went to sleep. The hair on his body scratched and irritated my tender back making it difficult for me to sleep. Twice more, before his alarm went off at 5:00am he woke and took rough pleasure with my body. He took the cuffs off me, told me to take a hot shower, dress and come to him again before I left for home. When I returned he handed me a piece of paper with the address of a health clinic down on Columbus Avenue, walking distance from home. He said, "This place opens at ten Joey, you be there for HIV testing boy, wait for the results and bring them to me tonight. Now get on your knees and pray to god you are still HIV negative. You worry me Joey! Now get your ass home before Grandma Schmidt awakens!"
Later that morning, after explaining to grandma with a white lie about my missing ponytail, I spent some time on the Internet getting information on Amyl Nitrate. I had no idea how long I would be at the clinic, so I told grandma I would not be home for lunch again today. About 9:30am I headed for Columbus Avenue and the health clinic, spent two and a half hours there awaiting the results of my testing for AIDS. I was able to walk away with a clean bill of health in writing for Trooper Jerry Gallagher. I hoped this would improve his disposition this evening, but remembered what he had said. The long walk back up the steep streets to the Marina District was gruesome. When I arrived at the house, a horn tooted. Parked across the street was the same old, primer gray van with Blake behind the wheel. He seemed to be alone! He motioned me to come to him. I was hesitant in walking right up to that van again as I did last night, remembering what Trooper Jerry had said to me last night. As I crossed the street he stepped out of the van, stood at the front, leaned back with his back against the grill, one leg up with his boot heal on the bumper. His skinhead was reflecting in the sun, his black eyes as piercing as they were last night. He obviously knew how attracted I was to his masculine persona from how I acted toward him last night in the back of the van. He was not only handsome, but he was sporting a basket in the shinny gray, metallic cloth of his britches I could not resist staring. He was dressed like a German Storm Trooper, boots, leather straps - even dark gray stripes down the sides of his britches. He was indeed eye candy. He cupped his basket and lifted it a couple of times as he smiled at me as I slowly approached. He watched my eyes, knowing I was mesmerized just watching him display his masculinity and good looks. He continued to cock tease me.
When I was standing near him, he pulled my cap off and my hair fell out, all a mess naturally. The top and sides were long and hung down in my face. The back was short where he had snipped it, some as short as one inch long. He said, "Jump in Joey, I owe you a haircut and then we will see how much we can get for this beauty." He pulled my ponytail from his pocket, held it up and shook it out, sun glistening off the golden locks. I asked, "No more gang bang like last night and I'll come with you. OK?" He answered, "Not today Joey Boy, just me! I want some more of that hot ass all for myself girl!" He placed the ponytail to his nose, inhaled, stuck it back in his pocket and took his boot heal down off the bumper. He took me firmly by the arm, led me to the passenger door and popped me on the ass. "In you go girl - haircut, sale of the ponytail, then wild sex again girl - in that order, and I don't want any tears reddening those baby blues when the hair goes girl." That is all he said before we were on our way over the hill, all the way south on Divisadero Street where it changed to Castro and the Castro District, a gay haven in S.F.
He pulled into a parking lot and accompanied me into a place called 'The Hair Salon.' He ushered me past the four beauticians, clear to the back where a real flashy queen sat behind a desk looking up at him. She said, "Well if it isn't Mr. Macho himself - long time no see Blake! I've missed your big dick!" He said, "Cut the shit Sugar! I'm here to see what you can do with Joey's hair, since I got carried away last night and snipped his ponytail." He turned and pulled my cap off again. Sugar went into convulsions laughing and said, "Why you brute, look what you did to this beautiful boy's hair." He was on his feet fondling my body as much as he was running his fingers through my hair. "Well, let's see! As short as you snipped it here in the back, about all we can do is give him a buzz cut or make him a skinhead like you Blake! What will it be honey?" He gave me a look, my hair down over my ears and face and said, "Hell, give him the buzz cut, high sides with a pretty little design along the edges and across the back." As one of the boy beauticians cut my hair, I could see Blake negotiating a price for the ponytail. Sugar was holding it and running a comb through it; sniffing it, and checking for split ends. Watching them in the mirror, Sugar kept putting her hands on Blake's crotch and he kept shoving it away as they talked. I assumed that Sugar had once been intimate with Blake as she was kept trying to fondle him. Sugar was a very pretty queen, but very effeminate. I thought, "Is this the kind of guy that turns him on?
When my beautician Teddy was finished with my hair, I felt stripped of my identity. However, he did a very nice job of putting fancy little cuts into the short hair on each side and again across the back up the back of my head. My white scalp showed through the short blond hair in those spots. The more I sat and looked at it in the mirrors, the more I liked what I saw, except for all the visible hickeys on the back of my neck. This hair certainly was going to be easy maintenance. I saw money pass between Sugar and Blake, but had no idea how much green stuff he was able to stuff into his pocket. Sugar gave Blake another grope with her long fingers, he pulled back, turned and gathered me as we headed for the front door. Under his breath he said, "You hair looks great Joey Baby, hardly wait to get into that hot ass of yours again baby! Who's been chewing on you neck girl?" I just said, "A friend that gets a bit carried away once in awhile Blake! He was really pissed at me last night"
When we got to the van he said, "Now comes the good stuff baby!" He opened the side door and lifted me inside. He had a mattress down in the back and a bunch of short ropes and other items spread out on one of the seat cushions. He pulled the curtains and ordered me to strip. When he saw the welts down my back, over my thighs and calves and the hickeys all over my shoulders and neck, he said. "That friend of yours certainly did get carried away with you alright. Just look at your backside girl. You like it rough and tough by the looks of this! Kinky little beauty, huh? Well, I can handle kinky too baby! Like it myself! What ever is your pleasure! Blake always aims to please!" I spoke right up in defense. "No Blake! He punished me because I told him I enjoyed what you did with me last night, especially my first experience with Amyl Nitrate. I think he was jealous, maybe even possessive with me, definitely mostly concerned for my safety." He said, "Well, damn girl, I like it rough too! Looks like you hit the jackpot again girl!" He tied my hands and my ankles with short pieces of rope so I could not run or lash out at him. He hooked the rope securing each hand up into two overhead clips obviously installed for this specific purpose. He grabbed my sock and stuffed it in my mouth to keep me quiet. He grabbed a wide leather strap, rubbed it across my lips, then all over my body, front and back as he opened his pants and laid his cock and balls out for my view. He was stroking himself as he started to spank my buns with the strap. He worked the strap up and down my back, over my thighs again until I felt the warmth, never striking the same place twice. He repositioned me and did the same to my front side - chest, stomach and the top of my thighs. He said, "Looks to me like you like the strap girl." He took my hard dick in his hand and squeezed it a few times as pre-cum oozed from the head.
"Let's see how you hold up under severe nipple play girl!" He put his mouth to my nipples, sucked, chewed, and tweaked them for awhile. Once he had me moaning with pleasure, he began to really nip and bite them. He got down right mean with those pearly whites of his. He grabbed the Amyl and put it to my nose, took a hit himself and went right back to biting my nipples, rubbing his hard dick against my thigh. He reached up and released the clips from my wrists and I fell back onto the mattress. He was all over me licking, sucking, biting - ears, neck, even sucking in my armpits after he gave us both another hit on the Amyl. Blake rubbed and crawled over me licking and biting every sensitive area on my upper body. He sat up on his butt, pulled my ass up to his groin facing him, lifted my ass up and hooked my leg ties to the two clips. This suspended me so he could bury his face in my groin with my legs up, his dick pressed against my back. He gave us both another big hit on the amyl and wiggled himself down under me enough so he had total access with his tongue to my pinkie. He went wild sucking and chewing. I was humping my ass over his tongue and lips moaning, "Oh Blake, suck it Sir!" He was humping my back spreading pre-cum drooling from his manhood all over my back, allowing me to slip and slide over his monster dick. He licked, sucked and opened me up. I wanted him inside me now more than ever. I lusted for that feel again.
I whimpered, "Fuck me Blake! Please Fuck me!" That was his cue! He knew I was ready! His hands went up and released my ankles from the clips and my legs came down over him. He pulled me up into his lap and worked his huge dripping appendage into me and I began to ride him. More amyl to both of us and I was bouncing like a jack-in-the-box. We were both breathless as he popped his cookie and my juices covered his chest and stomach. He held me to him, we rolled over and readjusted with my legs up over his shoulders and he went at me again without even softening. Each time he put the amyl to my nose I rocketed and my insides and ass automatically vibrated and milked as if they had a mind of their own. He just held still, let me turn loose on him as he leaned over me, chewing and sucking on my nipples. Occasionally he slapped my ass when my undulations would slow. He would give me another hit of the amyl and my rutting continued. Wanting this to last forever, I just molded to him and let him chew and bite all over the body parts he could reach with his powerful jaws and suctioning lips. I knew I would have more hickeys all over the front of me, but I did not care, he was giving me such pleasure. Eventually, as everything, it had to cum-to-an-end, with another massive ejaculation into my bottom and more of my skeet over my stomach.
He lowered my legs, rolled over on his back and said. "Clean up the cum mess with your tongue baby. Do a good job too or you will get another taste of the strap!" When I was all done and we were dressed, he drove me back to the house. He pulled across the street at the same spot he parked earlier. He grabbed my thigh, gave it a squeeze and said, "Tomorrow morning girl! You be out here at 10:00am and do not be late! Oh yea, here is half the money I negotiated out of Sugar for your ponytail." He opened the roll of money he pulled from his pocket, counted out $150 into my palm. I was amazed! It must have showed in my eyes too. He said, "Well! Natural blond 18 inches long, about $16.50 per inch. I tried for $20 per inch, but Sugar is a tough negotiator. Probably could have gotten more somewhere else, but that is not too bad a price. Got to get going now Joey, see you tomorrow morning girl!"
As I entered the house and grandma saw my hair, her arm went out to me and she hugged me to her. "Oh Joey, you look so good. I like! You look like a boy now Joey! Grandma so proud of you Joey - my handsome boy!" I thought, "If she only knew! If she only knew!"
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