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Davon White, Superstud
Chapter Twelve
So, I'd had Bradford now. Jesus was he a hunk. As you know I love fucking hunky kids but dominating a real mature muscle stud is nothing less than awesome. He's not only a muscle stud but he's totally submissive and likes it rough and he seems to be into bondage as well. I ain't much on bondage because it makes it look like I can't control my chattel without tying them up. Shit, I'm into karate, I'm a top-notch wrestler and a boxer with two hundred and sixty-three pounds of solid muscle, so the day that I can't overpower a guy with one hand behind my back and fuck the shit out of him is gonna be the day I die. You know I'm into rape; hell, that's why I'm in this damn prison; so when I'm taking a guy by force there ain't nothing more exciting than having him fight back so I can show him my strength and power by overpowering him and then fucking him. You tie a guy up so he can't fight back and there ain't no challenge, and it takes all the fun out of it. But if Rad lets me have Bradford again I've got some ideas in the back of my mind and maybe I could experiment with some bondage. So, when I got back to the cell after fucking Bradford, Angel had gotten rid of the two kids who cleaned our cell today. It didn't need to be cleaned every day, but Angel just loved to lord it over the other young prisoners. Other than getting it on with me, his favorite past time was playing at being king-of-the-castle. I'm getting pretty much acclimated to this place now and have discovered that being Rad's boy comes with benefits. My cell is not locked so I can now work out in the weight room whenever I want and take a shower at any time of the day as well. And, the best thing, I can even keep a boy in my cell, in my bed, overnight. So, I was getting pretty comfortable. However, one of the things I really missed was the four-man cells they had at Baltimore City'. Yes, I fucked kids overnight here, but I could only keep one permanently in my cell. Probably doesn't sound like much of a hardship to you, but I liked waking up in the morning with two or more cute boys ready and anxious to service me. One is good; two is great; more than two can be terrific. But I had a plan. Hell, you know Davon White is always working on something. I'd already discovered that this prison did not have bunk beds, but only singles, barely cots actually, two to a room. Consistently, throughout the prison, two to a room. However, if I could somehow slip the idea to Rad that he should purchase at least one set of bunk beds, I could get two kids in here with me. The cells weren't huge but were big enough for three and a bunk bed doesn't take up any extra space anyway. I'd already mentioned it to Nick and Beth and was going to suggest it to Bradford. Hopefully, one of them would mention it to the purchasing agent or to Rad. Besides, I'd already made arrangements with Jamal to buy it and get it ready to ship. I only needed an okay from Rad. As you know I've become very partial to white boys these days. Ain't nothing better than taking a white boy, preferably a racist white boy, and teaching him to kiss my black feet and eat my black ass. I teach them to beg for it; beg to be allowed to eat my ass. Once I get them trained, it's pretty damn sensational watching my ten-inch black dong sliding in and out between a pretty white boy's pink lips or slipping in and out between his sweet ivory-colored buns. I'm still biased towards brown boys; Hispanics and blacks with beautiful brown skin. But, I admit, because of our racial history, there was really something special about using and demeaning white boys and turning them into my groveling little cum-dumps. The only thing better than having a fawning white boy cunt begging to be allowed to eat my black ass, is two white boy cunts begging to be allowed to eat my black ass. And I was just crazy about the contrast when I'm looking down and banging my big black dick on a white boy's face while he's slurping on my nuts. I already told you I'd picked out a blond kid, Ryder, to start on my training program. Angel, of course, is a butch looking young white boy; a real beauty. Call him angelic if you will, an angelic Angel, but he had dark complexion and black hair. Actually, that's my favorite, but as long as I'm going to enjoy white boys anyway, I might as well have the pleasure of having corresponding types. I mean, seeing two white boys, one blond and one brunet, with their faces buried in your crotch at the same time is outa this world. Totally spectacular. And that's what I was going to have. Ryder was waiting in the cell when Angel and I got back from lunch. "Hey, Angel, I already cleaned this place for you this morning" he whined. "Wha'chu want now?" "Get lost for a while, Angel" I said, and Angel slipped out of the cell. Jesus this kid was pretty. Yeah, I know, I say that about all the kids. But I only pick the very best to begin with, so of course they're pretty. But this kid; first of all, he was tiny, the tiniest I'd ever picked up, only 5'4" or so, and second, he was a towhead, almost white hair. I intended to spend a lot of time rubbing my big black dick all over that pretty face and rubbing it through that silky blond hair as well. He was wearing the typical prison coveralls, but they were rolled up at the sleeves and at the ankles because they were way too big for him. I was pretty sure he had a nice body underneath those baggy coveralls to go along with his pretty face and I intended to find that out right now. Stepping up to him, I grabbed the zipper and jerked it down to his waist. Pushing the coveralls off his shoulders and arms, I let them fall to the floor. Putting one big paw around his neck I lifted, pulling him up to his tiptoes. "Hey, man. Fuck" he shouted. "Stop it! Stop it! Get your nigger hands off of me you son-of-a-bitch. Guard! Guard!" I could only smile; a real racist. This was going to be fun. I just loved this kind of kid. I could only laugh at him calling a guard. Of course, no guard was going to come. I grabbed him around the neck with both hands and putting my foot on his coveralls where they were now lying on the floor, I lifted him up off his feet and out of them. I was choking him, so he was having trouble shouting. Mmmggggg. Mmmgggg" was all that came out as he tried desperately to remove my hands from his neck. Then he started flinging his arms around trying to hit me, but he was so small he could only bang futilely against my arms. I stood there smiling at him, holding him a couple inches off the floor as he struggled. "Honey bun, you gonna make this nigger real happy" I chuckled, and then I spit in his face. A nice big wad of saliva right in the forehead and watched it drip down over his nose. Letting him down so his feet touched the floor, but still holding him tight with my left hand, I slapped him hard with my right. "Aaaauuuuggg" was the sound he made as he tried to scream while I was crushing his larynx. His face was bright red, and he was squirming around like crazy trying to get away. Jesus was he cute, squirming around that way. A total turn-on. I was loving it and decided right then-and-there that I was going to have him squirm exactly like that when I got my prick up his ass. I spit in his face again and then slapped him. He was trying to scream and trying to cry and trying to get away all at the same time, but this was impossible since I was holding him and strangling him. His face was getting even redder, tears were streaming down his cheeks and snot was coming from his nose and he kept trying to make a sound. I was still holding him up with my enormous strength, so his toes were only barely touching the floor. I had to chuckle because the way he was dangling there and thrashing around was just like the proverbial puppet-on-a-string. It was beautiful. Maybe I am a bit of a sadist sometimes, I don't know, but having total power over a kid like this and watching him squirm and cry is mind-blowing. I spit a healthy wad into his face for a third time, hit him again, and then let him fall to the floor. I went over and sat on the bed as he gasped and cried and groaned all at the same time and held on to his sore neck. His neck was probably going to be black and blue for a few days, and his face was going to be red, but he'd recover, and he was eventually going to look gorgeous once I got him on his knees in front of me with my dick in his face. I gave him about five minutes before I got up and stripped. He wasn't even looking as I flexed my big arms, stuck out my chest, tightened my abs, and watched my half hard dick bob up and down, but, oh yes, it wouldn't be long before I'd have him trained to worship every inch of this gorgeous physique of mine. Oh yeah, he was going to learn to love this body. He was lying on his side in a fetal position, crying softly and holding his neck as I walked up and put a bare foot on his face. No pressure, but just sliding it over his face. "What's my name?" I said softly. Only now, he finally opened his eyes and looked up at me, showing total terror. Just that quick, less than ten minutes, and all that arrogance was gone. "Davon?" he whimpered as he looked at me and hoped that was the right answer. "My name is Mr. White, sir" I said. "Say it." "Yes, sir, Mr. White, sir" he croaked. "Sit up" I said as I removed my foot from his face. He slowly lifted up, so he was sitting on his butt looking up at me. "You used a bad word with me, Ryder. That makes me unhappy. Apologize." "Sorry, sir, ahhh... Mr. White, sir. I'm sorry." No hesitation in the apology, so this kid knew already it was in his best interest to give me what I wanted. "I think you should be punished. What do you think?" "Ahhh..., sir. Mr. White, sir. Please. I ahhh..." "I'm going to punish you. Is that okay with you?" "Please, Mr. White, sir. Please don't. I said I'm sorry." "Answer my question" I snapped at him. "Do you want me to punish you?" "Please, Mr. White, sir..." he started crying now. "Please, sir." "Say yes you piece of shit" I shouted. "Yes, sir, Mr. White, sir." I reached over and grabbed his neck and pulled him to his feet. As he looked into my eyes, I made a production of hawking up some spit and spit into his face again, this time a lot of it going right into his open mouth. "Swallow" I growled at him as I pulled him back up on his tiptoes, just inches from my face. He had a look of horror on his face, but he swallowed. "Say thank you" I snapped. "Ahhh... sir" he had to think about this, but he quickly came to his senses. "Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. White, sir." I pushed him back down on the floor again and he went back to whimpering. I walked over and sat on the bed and just watched as he lay there moaning and crying. I gave him a couple minutes and then called him over. "Crawl over here to me" I ordered him. He did hesitate for a moment, but only a moment because he knew he had no choice. He crawled over in front of me on his hands and knees. "You don't like niggers, boy?" I asked. Now he got a really shocked look on his face. He didn't have a clue how to answer that. "Ahhh... Mr. White, sir..." and more tears came to his eyes. He was definitely afraid of saying the wrong thing. "Well, you're going to learn to love niggers, and particularly this nigger" I said. I couldn't help but grin as I said this, because this kid had no idea how true this was, and how much I was going to enjoy teaching him. Reaching out and grabbing a handful of his beautiful blond hair, I just held him there looking into his eyes. "You gonna learn to love me, hon. I'll make sure of that." He just sniffled but the look of terror was still in his eyes. "I know you're sorry for calling me names, aren't you?" I said as I pulled him in, just inches from my face. "Yes, sir, Mr. White, sir" he whimpered. "I know you want to show me how sorry you are, so if you ask me nicely, I'm going to allow you kiss my feet." I just waited for his response. "Ahhh... ahhh... sir? Ahhh... wha...?" "You will ask me nicely if I will let you kiss my feet to make amends" I said sternly as I tightened the grip on his hair. "You will do it now." He hesitated, thinking it through, wondering if he had an alternative. "Now?" I growled. "Ask me." He was weeping but he came to his senses and realized what he had to do. "Please, Mr. White, sir. May I kiss your feet?" "Say it again" I growled. "Please, Mr. White, sir. May I kiss your feet?" "Go ahead, since you asked me nicely" I answered as I let go of his hair. He bent down and kissed each of my feet. "Okay, now lick" I ordered him. And he did. Still crying softly with tears dripping off his cheeks he started licking my feet. So that's how it goes. This is how Davon White teaches a kid to perform. Sometimes it's so easy that it's almost disappointing when it's over, so I had to chuckle as I watched him groveling and licking my feet. I mean, you can only have the pleasure of training a kid once; then he becomes a fawning minion needing only occasionally discipline. But hell, I was certainly enjoying it right now. "Now beg me to forgive you" I said as I pulled his head up so he could look at me. "Please, Mr. White, sir" he cried. "Please forgive me." "For what?" I asked. "For ahhh... for calling you a bad name" he replied. "For calling me what?" I said. "Please, sir, Mr. White, sir" he cried. He had a look of terror on his face, not knowing what to say, not daring to use the N' word, and expecting me to hit him again. "I'm very sorry, Mr. White, sir. Please, sir. Forgive me." "You're a worthless piece of shit, Ryder" I growled at him. "You know that?" "Yes, sir" he whimpered. "Say it" I ordered him. "Tell me you're a worthless piece of shit." "I'm a worthless piece of shit, Mr. White, sir." "Back on my feet. Soft gentle kisses only." I put a couple pillows behind me and just relaxed as he got his mouth back on my feet and started kissing them. With a slave in training, you have to make sure they are obeying orders and know exactly what they need to be doing. So, after letting him kiss for five minutes or so, I directed him to lick. I hate a dry tongue, so I had him get lots of saliva and really wash my feet for a while. Then I had him lick between the toes for a bit, followed by sucking on each toe, always giving him careful instructions. I slapped him on the ass a couple times when I felt he was not being sufficiently servile and made him thank me for slapping him. That's how you train a kid because the slaps work. Ryder became more attentive and more focused after each slap. And I loved it. I can't even remember the last time I had a beautiful blond boy worshiping my feet and the contrast between my blackness and his whiteness was a delight to behold. And that cute little butt sticking up was quite an invitation. I mean, you know how much I'm into body worship, and I can spend hours having boys working me over with their mouths, but I've also got a big dick that needs lots of attention as well, and that ass right now looked delectable. My cock had been hard ever since I spit in this kid's face the first time, and now it was demanding some action. Grabbing his underwear, and with a quick yank, I ripped them off him. Then, getting a nice grip on his hair, I pulled him back up to his knees and stood up in front of him. Grabbing my dick with the other hand, I rubbed the tip against his pretty red lips smearing them with pre-cum. "Look up at me, baby" I said. There were no tears now, and maybe just a little fear. Basically, he looked to be showing resignation, perhaps acceptance of whatever I was going to do to him. "Now lick your lips. Lick my cum off your lips." Looking up into my eyes he licked his lips without question or comment. "Good, boy" I said. "Now kiss" I said, still holding my dick up to his lips. He kissed the tip of my dick. "Again." He kissed it again. "Now lick. Only the tip." I kept holding my hard dick there while he licked around the tip. Oh shit, what a trip. Pretty blond towhead licking my black dick with his cute little red tongue. "Oh, shit, yeah" I moaned. "May I come in now, Master" a voice said, and I looked up to see Angel standing at the cell door. "Perfect timing, Angel" I chuckled. "As always, perfect timing." "Yes, Master" he said as he entered the cell. "Strip down and join us, babe. I got me a virgin ass here needs some of your attention." Within seconds Angel stripped down to the buff and came over and got on his knees. I still had one hand in Ryder's hair, so I let go of my dick allowing it smack up against my belly and grabbed Angel with my other hand. "Just kiss. Up and down my dick" I said pulling both boy's faces into my crotch. Angel got with it immediately, but Ryder was confused or hesitant, so I gave his hair a jerk. "Kiss it pissant. Do what Angel's doing." This got his attention and he started kissing, so I had me a blond and a brunet, one on each side of my dick, giving me hot kisses. Yes. Finally. Finally. I'd been dreaming about this moment for weeks, and it was even better than in my dreams. Both boys were young, Angel was eighteen and Ryder was nineteen, both had what you call baby faces, and while Angel was muscular, Ryder's build was better than average. And both boys were worshiping Davon White's big dick. I wasn't about to cum yet but let me tell you I was about as hotted up as I could possibly get. "Oh shit, babies. You are beautiful" I gushed as I watched them and admired them as they worked my big black super hard prick with their mouths. Oh yeah, this was my thing. I could spend hours watching this, and hell yes, I fully intended to spend hours watching this every fucking day. These boys were going to make me deliriously happy every morning and every afternoon, and most definitely, every night. But some good things must occasionally give way to even better things. I was ready to fuck. I was ready to fuck this beautiful blond boy's virgin ass. I know that a virgin ass is only virgin one time, the first time and my big prick knows it too, so you can bet I really enjoy sticking my dick into a young lad's hole that very first time. I've had way, way more than my share of virgins; dozens, maybe more than dozens, and it's been fabulous every time. "I think he's a virgin, babe, so get the cream and start getting him ready" I said to Angel. "Yes, Master" he answered as he got up and went to get my seldom used tube of fucking cream. "Get on my balls, honey bon" I said, grinning down at Ryder. "Suck on em. Keep me hard for the main event." He started sucking on my balls but didn't react otherwise, so I think he was so caught up in the delirium of the moment that he didn't realize what was going on. But he was going to damn well find out real soon because my dick was hot a ready and dripping. I was watching my big black ten inches lying across Ryder's face as he slurped on my balls. There ain't anything more beautiful than that. My big black dong on a pretty white boy's face. It's fucking beautiful, almost breathtaking. Angel rubbed some cream into Ryder's ass and then stuck a finger in and wiggled it. Ryder let out a grunt but didn't react otherwise. Then I realized that this kid hadn't even had a chance to taste my dick yet. I mean, he was going to learn over the next couple weeks how to deal with this big monster, so there ain't no better time to start than right now. I reached down and put my hand under his chin pulling his face up to look at me. He was covered with my spit and his own saliva and looked rather teary-eyed, which made him look even more enticing than before. I spit another wad into his face and smeared it all over with my hand. The look on his face was..., I don't know, maybe resignation. But it wouldn't be long, just a couple weeks, before that look would change to one of respect and admiration. Yes, he was going to respect me, and he was going to be grateful for being allowed to serve me. He was going to appreciate the thrill of submitting to a demigod, and he was going to learn to fear me and maybe even love me. I stuck three fingers into his mouth. "Suck on em, honey bon" I said softly. "Look at me while you worship my fingers." He looked into my eyes as he sucked on my fingers like a trooper. Oh yeah, he was hot, and he was ready. Pushing my cock down to his lips, I pushed it in, replacing my fingers. The look on his face changed to shock but he knew what he had to do, and he started sucking on it. I only gave him about two inches to give him a chance to get acclimated. He grunted again as Angel evidently stuck another finger up his butt. "Not too much Angel. I want to know this is a virgin ass. And I want him to know he's getting it from Davon White." "Yes, Master" Angel said as he set back on his haunches. "He's ready. He's tight so it's gonna be good for you, and he's definitely gonna know you're breaking his cherry." I grabbed Ryder's hair and slowly pulled his head into my crotch, forcing more dick into his mouth. Four inches, and then five inches, and he started to choke. He raised his arms to try to push away so I yelled at him. "Get those fucking arms down" I shouted, and he immediately dropped them to his sides. "Now suck" I growled at him. He gradually got the choking under control, and I let him just work on five inches for now, but even so, it was filling his mouth all the way back to his throat. It looked good and it felt great, pretty blond boy with my black dick in his face. "Oh yeah, baby" I crooned. "I'm looking forward to teaching you to bury that pretty white face into my black crotch. I'm gonna love it and so are you." I pushed him back off his knees, so he fell on his butt and then onto his back. Lifting his legs and pushing them against his chest, I reached around them, grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up against my chest. Hey, I told you he was tiny, only weighing one hundred ten pounds or so, and with my muscles and two hundred sixty-three-pound physique, he was like lifting a toy. I was going to give this virgin boy the ride of his life. I pulled him in tight, his legs pointing straight up, and his face pressed against my upper chest. The top of his head barely came up to my chin. "Line me up, Angel" I said. Angel grabbed my prick and aligned it with Ryder's little pucker, and I lowered him just enough for the huge head to press against him. "Here we go, baby" I laughed in enjoyment. "Here we go. You gettin Davon White's hot prick up your pretty virgin ass." Then I slowly allowed his weight to press against my prick, gradually forcing his ass to open to accept my bludgeon. Ryder started screaming: "Owwww, owwww, owwww. Nooo, nooo." I had him tight against my chest so he couldn't get his arms free, so I just ignored him and concentrated on the pleasure of his tight ass as I forced the bulbous head up into him. "Oh shit, yeah" I groaned in pleasure as I just held him there with just the head of my prick in him, only an inch or two. "Hot-fuckin-ass, baby." He kept moaning no, no, please, please' but I was relishing not only the fabulous feeling, but the knowledge of taking this tiny little white boy's virgin ass. Yeah, three things: a white boy, a tiny white boy, and a virgin white boy. My newest boytoy. As you know I ain't no sadist, so I know that because my prick is so damn big, taking a virgin ass can be tough on a kid. I didn't give a shit if he enjoyed it, this was for my enjoyment, but I didn't want to tear him up, so I pulled completely out, and gave him about twenty seconds of respite. "Okay, Angel. Do it again" I said, and Angel lined me up and I pushed in again. The kid still screamed, seemingly in agony, but what the hell, I wasn't about to pull out again. It wouldn't be long before it got better. I gently lowered him allowing a couple more inches of cock to press into his butt. Oh shit, he was tight. Angel had done the job, so I was sliding in smoothly, but that ass was opening up like it had never opened before. I pressed on, allowing a couple more inches to force its' way into him. The kid was yelling, right in my god damn ear, which was getting me pissed. "Angel, muffle him" I growled. Angel grabbed the kid's torn underwear from where I'd dropped them, came over, and stuffed them in his mouth. That was better. Quieter anyway. Then I slowly lowered him, forcing most all of Davon White's enormous dick into his hot ass. Oh, yeah. I was just standing there, my knees slightly bent, my head thrown back in delight, as I lifted him up a couple inches and lowered him back down. Not really fucking, but just getting a good feel of his ass. Then I did it again, raising him a couple inches and then lowering him back on my prick. Holding him steady against my chest, I now started fucking gently. Pulling back, withdrawing four or five inches and pressing back into him. He was still tighter than hell, but with Angel's prep it was smooth going as I pushed slowly in and out of his sweet butt. I'd already decided, since he was such a light weight, and just for the novelty of it, to fuck him from beginning to end while standing up. I'd done this plenty of times with other kids for just a few moments, but Ryder was so little that it was like nothing to carry him around. Holding him with one arm around his back, I grabbed his ass with the other and started bouncing him up and down on my prick. Oh yeah, this was it, the ultimate. As I lifted him and dropped him, I bent my knees even more and started banging my crotch up into his butt, meeting each bounce. He was still moaning and groaning and saying shit, but since he was muffled it wasn't bothering me none, so I just closed my eyes, threw my head back again, and started really slamming into him. Really ramming my crotch into him now, I was literally throwing him up in the air and letting him fall back to meet my next thrust. With a ten-inch prick to work with there ain't no worries about it popping out. "Oh, sweet Jesus, baby" I moaned in satisfaction as I now started walking around the cell. Hey, that's the whole idea. There ain't nothing better than walking around with a boy on your prick as you're fucking the hell out of him. The grin on my face must have been a mile wide as I slammed him up and down. I was in heaven. The little shit was still moaning, but I knew damn well the worst of the pain must be gone by now. But as always, pain is pleasure. He was going to learn that giving me pleasure was paramount, and he'd even learn to enjoy and appreciate any pain that might go along with it. Yeah, that's just the way it is with Davon White. My boys always loved and appreciated a little pain when they knew it was giving their master pleasure. Maybe he wouldn't enjoy this, his very first experience with my big black dong, but he was going to get a whole lot more of it from now on and he was going to learn to love it. I didn't want it to end. I continued walking around the cell, banging the hell out of him, and chuckling to myself, savoring the pleasure of the fuck. But all good things must come to an end, and I was getting very hot. So, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him slightly away from my chest and holding him there, I started really slamming into him like a pile driver, over and over, at least fifteen times. And I literally howled as I came into this cute white boy's hot ass, firing shot after shot and knowing that I was filling his virgin ass for the very first time. The kid was still blubbering and crying as I fired into him over and over again, and as I fired my last shot, I noticed that his little prick wasn't hard. Not surprising for the first time I guess, but that's something we'd have to work on. I expected my fuck boys to love being dominated by me so much that they'd shoot their load without even touching themselves. This kid would learn that being used by Davon White was an honor, and he'd learn to look forward to it. As with all my boys, it wouldn't take long to bring out his masochist side and get him to appreciate how hot it is to be dominated by a muscle god. Laying Ryder down on my desk, I very slowly pulled my softening prick out of his no-longer virgin ass. Tears were still dripping down his face as I pulled the underwear out of his mouth, but at least he was quiet. "You've been totally fucked now, baby" I said with a grin as I tussled his hair. "You've had Davon White's big prick up your sweet little ass. But now you've got to thank me. Little boys got to thank their master when he fuck's them." I pulled him off the desk onto his knees in front of me. "Look at me, baby" I said, taking his chin and forcing him to look up. His face was still covered with my spit and tears were dripping off his chin as he sobbed softly. "Now say `thank you, Master'. Holding his chin, I just waited. After a moment he whimpered softly: "thank you". "Master" I said. "Thank you, master." "Good boy" I said. "Now clean me off." Sticking my thumb in his mouth forcing it open, I pushed my cock in. "Suck on it, slave boy. Get it nice and clean." I put a hand behind his head, holding him there, as he sucked on my softening rod. So, he'd called me master and I'd called him my slave boy, so we were well on our way. I had great hopes that with a week or two of training, this kid was going to be a perfect little worshipper, and he and Angel were going to give me a hell of a lot of pleasure. --------------
So, here I was, lying on my bunk on my belly with Ryder's face buried in my ass slurping up a storm. I had my hands crossed under my face as I relaxed, and I glanced around occasionally to see him, just to enjoy the vision of this cute blond white boy with his face pressed into my black ass. It was the middle of the afternoon and Ryder had been at it for about a half hour now and I intended to spend all afternoon here relaxing and being worshiped. Angel was on his knees next to the bunk waiting in case I had any instructions for him. He'd occasionally lean in and give my arm or shoulder and even my cheek a soft kiss. He knew he could get away with light kisses without any direction from me. I was going to give Ryder a few more minutes of ass worship before I rolled over and one boy on each side for a tongue bath. After that I'd have one of them, probably Angel, give me a long, slow blowjob. Ryder was learning to be a pretty decent cocksucker now that he'd had a couple weeks training, but I made sure I shared, giving each one of them the opportunity to serve, and it was Angel's turn. I'd probably let Rider suck on my toes or something while Angel did me just to give him something to do. Life was good. I had my bunk bed now, so I had Angel and Ryder at my beck and call 24/7. I also had a couple dozen other kids available from here in the youth wing if I wanted some variety. No virgins anymore because Rad always got them first before giving me the go ahead. But taking Rad's seconds was pretty damn incredible since nobody could turn a kid into a servile fawner in one session like Rad could. Hey. I admired Rad so much, just doing a kid and knowing Rad's dick had already been up there turned me on like crazy. I was still Rad's boy, and he used me once or twice a month, and I loved every second of it. Yeah, me, Davon White, a masochist; can you believe it? It was never easy with Rad, and I always ended up with a bruise or two. But he was so exceptional, such a god, and I revered him so much, that I savored every moment I had with him. I don't think I loved him, but I idolized and venerated him. I simply admired and respected him for his amazing power and strength and incredible masculinity. Angel still had a year to go on his sentence, but Ryder was getting out in three months. He'd need to be replaced but there was no hurry, and with Angel and Ryder being such perfect slaves I didn't want to even think about training anyone else. I just wanted to hang loose and accept their worship, the culmination of all my efforts at training them to be my perfect slaves and fuck boys. My prison sentence called for only eighteen months with good behavior, and I must admit I have considered talking to Rad about extending it. Can you believe that? What is it they say? I was as snug-as-a-bug-in-a-rug here at `Maryland Correctional' and I wasn't sure getting out would be an improvement. However, no matter how you look at it, I had obligations. Jamal was struggling to run the business and needed my help. He'd always been my Lieutenant, my second in command, and he really wasn't hardnosed enough to keep everybody in line. He needed me. So, I was probably going to get out in just over a year, but I was going to enjoy the time I had left. I mean, it was going to be like seventh heaven, and me and my cock were going to revel in it and savor every single minute.
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