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My Teenage God Ch. 01

By: DominanceAddict



**This is my first submission - I'm open to any suggestions and comments anyone may have - I hope you enjoy it**

*This story is a fantasy based on dominance and muscle in an older-younger gay setting. If this doesn't sound appealing to you, then don't read any further. All characters and story-lines are purely imagined and not based off any true facts*

As first year graduate student I had signed up to participate in a tutoring program. It would give me the opportunity to help out local high school kids in inner city schools. 

I arrived at Jackson high school the afternoon that the tutors would be meeting the students for the first time. On my way in, I had to stand in line to go through a metal detector at the front door. In front of me in line were a couple of high school girls. I had to work hard not to look at them. One of them wore a tank top that barely covered her size c breasts, and skin tight yoga pants. The other wore a short skirt and sheer top stretched thin over her big breasts. I could see her pink bra through the top. I told myself I may be tutoring these girls. I tried to keep in mind that they were only seniors in high school. 

As I neared the front of the line a buff teenager walked up to the girls and asked them if he could budge in. The girls smiled and told him, "Of course!" They were obviously big fans of this 5.9 teenager but I was pissed off. Shouldn't this kid have asked me to cut the line? I had known jocks like this when in high school. Arrogant guys who thought they were the shit. The teenager looked around finally and I expected an apology, but instead he seemed to see right through me.

After this inauspicious start, I made my way to a classroom to meet the students. I said hi to Breanne, a peer-mentor of mine who was organizing the event. I also saw Deborah, a classmate who was participating as well. I took a seat and noticed the two girls walk in. I tried not to think about how I'd like to be paired with them. Then, to my annoyance, the big teenager walked into the class. Great, I thought. I knew it was very unlikely that I would be paired with him, which made me feel better. 

Breanne welcomed everyone and started reading off the pairs. 

"Deborah, you'll be with Brooke and Crystal. These two girls have requested that they stay together." The two girls I had noticed before smiled and waved to Deborah, who waved back.

She got to my name. 

"David, you'll be working with Max. Say Hi"

I stood up and looked around expectantly, smiling because I wanted to make a good impression. Then my stomach dropped when the student's heads turned towards the big teenager. He stood up and walked over to me, a smirk on his face. I could see why those teenage girls liked him. He was well muscled, blonde, very handsome, in a surfer dude kind of way, and had a clear confidence. I found myself disliking Max immediately. Nevertheless, I put out my hand to shake. I had to give him a chance. First impressions weren't everything.

At 25 years old, I was 6 feet tall and somewhat lanky, but I thought I was decently built. However, when Max took my hand, I noticed how much bigger it was than my own. Max gripped my hand and it felt like a vice. At first I tried squeezing hard back but soon found I wasn't able to anymore. Max's grip grew stronger and stronger. It seemed to be no strain to him since he didn't tremble or change his expression. I was about to yell in pain when he let go, turned around, and sat down without a word. I sat down, slightly shaken and unsure about how this pairing was going to work out.

After the rest of the names were called they gave the tutors a couple minutes to get to know the high-schoolers. All the students got up and walked to sit across from their tutors, except for Max. He looked at me and nodded his head back, indicating I should come over there. I was angry but acquiesced because I didn't want to make a scene. I sat down and was about to ask Max a question but he beat me to it.

"So David," he said, in a cocky voice, "What makes you think you're worthy of being my tutor?"

I was taken aback, "This isn't an interview Max. I'm paired with you."

"Okay David, nevertheless, answer the question."

"Okay Max." I tried to match his cocky tone, "I did well in high school and got into a good college. I then did well in college and got into Graduate School. I think that says enough."

"I don't doubt you're smart enough David. I'm sure all these tutors are. But most people just don't entertain me and aren't worth my time. Do you think you are?"

As he said this he leaned back and put his arms behind his head. His short sleeves showed off his massive biceps and I could make the outline of his huge pecs in his tight shirt. I was momentarily mesmerized.

"David? Something wrong?"

I snapped out of it and looked up to his cocky smirking face. "Max, you want to do well in school so I wouldn't question my help. It won't always be entertaining for you but hard work isn't supposed to be."

At that moment I looked up as Breanne said time was up. When I looked back Max had gotten up and was standing in right front of me. His crotch was at eye level and I found myself looking at a huge outline of what looked like a third leg in his jeans. After a moment I looked up at him with a blank expression and, still smirking, he said:

"I think it'll be more entertaining than you think."

I didn't reply and as he left. I watched his broad back and shoulders walk out of the room before I came to. What was that all about? This cocky teenage kid thinks he's all that. Fuck my life. Why did I have to get paired with him? 

I left the room as well and looked down the hall at Max. Brooke and Crystal flanked him and he put his arms around both of them. 

As much as I despised him I couldn't help but thinking, "What a man..."

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I went to sleep that night angry and uncomfortable. I kept picturing Max's arms and the outline of what must have been his dick in his pants. I told myself I was just a little jealous of this cocky kid because if I had been like that in high school, I could have gotten a whole lot more action. I went to sleep with images of Max in my head.

When I woke up I found I had snapped out of it. I realized that it wasn't healthy to have all this animosity towards Max. I tried to tell myself that he was just in that cocky teenage phase and that he still needed my help. 

Having put my mind at rest, I went through my week pretty care free, barely thinking of Max. But as we neared Friday, the mornings we met with the students, I found I had kind of a nervous excitement. But I was sure that my feeling was just because it would be my first day tutoring.

Friday morning came. I looked in the mirror before I went to the school. I was wearing jeans and a striped button down and I thought I looked good. I liked to keep up appearances to my classmates, but I was also thinking about Brooke and Crystal. I briefly wondered what Max would think about how I looked, but I pushed that thought away.

Arriving at the school Breanne sent us to classrooms to tutor. Each classroom held 6 or 7 pairs and as I walked in I noticed everyone seemed to be there but Max. I sat down at an open table and waited. 

Ten minutes into the 60 minute session I was annoyed. Twenty minutes in, I was pissed. At 30 minutes, I was fuming and was contemplating leaving. I looked over at Deborah, who was tutoring Brooke and Crystal a few desks over and she smiled sympathetically at me. Then I noticed her gaze shift and her expression slacken. She stared towards the door with her mouth slightly open. I turned around and there was Max, dripping with sweat and talking to Breanne. Breanne was giggling but stopped halfway through a giggle as she tried to compose herself. 

I stared at Max's profile. Though he was a few inches shorter than me he seemed to dominate the room. His dry-fit t-shirt was ironically soaked with sweat and sticking tight to his body. His chest stuck out 4 or 5 inches ahead of his arms and his triceps bulged with his hands in his back pockets. I realized I was staring and looked down at the desk. I suddenly remembered I was pissed at him.

I heard footsteps approach and stop in front of the desk. 

"Hey Teach. Been waiting for me? I bet you're excited to see me."

I angrily looked up. He was looking down at me, his figure dominating my vision. Sweat was dripping off his blonde hair which was hanging over his face.

"Max, this session started half an hour ago. Do you have any idea how bad of a start this is? Not to mention completely disrespectful."

"Nah it's okay. I stayed a bit late in basketball practice. Breanne said not to worry about it."

I became angrier. "Max you should let me know if you're going to be late. I have better things to do with my time you know."

"Oh, I'm sure you do Teach," he answered, smiling a condescending smile. God he was handsome. "Here's the thing though, I'm all sweaty now so I need to go shower. Breanne said it would be okay if you continued this tutoring session at my family's apartment, it's only a couple blocks away."

This immediately sounded like a bad idea to me. "I don't think that's allowed Max. Plus I don't have time now anyways, there's only half an hour left in the session."

He stepped closer to me so that I was looking straight up at him. I was about to stand up but then a droplet of sweat fell off his nose and onto my lips.

We both notice this and paused. I could smell the muskiness of the sweat on my lips and tasted the salt. Before I realized what I was doing, I licked my lips.

Max broke into a big smile.

"You just ask Breanne. Here's my address." He grabbed my arm and started writing on the back of my hand.

"What the?" I protested and feebly tried pulling back.

"Hold still," Max demanded. His smile changed instantly to a menacing glare.

I looked at him, startled, and kept still. He painfully wrote his address down on the back of my hand. I tried to show anger on my face, but I wasn't sure how I was feeling.

With that he walked out. Again I found myself starting at his broad shoulders as he left the room. I walked over to Breanne who was looking down at some papers.

"Hey Breanne. Max said that I should tutor him at his place but that seems like it would be against the rules. Plus I have studying of my own to do."

Without looking up Breanne responded in a strangly timid voice, "No it's okay to go to their apartments. The students all signed waivers. He's got a test on Monday so he really needs your help, David. I think you should go."

I paused before begrudgingly answering. "Fine, I'll go."

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I was so pissed. This kid was getting away with whatever he wanted. Okay, I would go tutor him for like 20 minutes then say I have to go. 

I walked down the block and knocked on his apartment door. I was not prepared for what happened next.

Max opened the door shirtless. I found myself looking at the body of an 18 year old god. His pecs and shoulders were huge. He had at least an 8 pack and his pelvic muscles made a V leading to his...oh god, I realized I was staring at this kids body while he was right in front of me. I tried to compose myself and looked up to see him smiling his seductive smile at me. 

"Come on in teach, we'll get started in a minute." He said this slow and deliberately. Swallowing and trying to get hold of myself, I walked in. 

As he led me down the hall he apologized for the mess. "No problem," I mumbled. I averted my eyes from him, still trying to gain control over myself. 

"Take a seat. I'm just finishing up my post-basketball workout."

I sat down and immediately pulled out the tutoring material. I had to be careful not to look up, at least until he put a shirt back on.

"Alright Max," I tried to sound confident. "Just hurry up because I've got to go soon."

I heard a grunt in response and looked up. Mistake. Max was doing pullups in the door frame with his back to me. His ripped back muscles contracted and flexed as he pumped up and down in rapid succession. His back must have been twice as broad as my own. I had never been attracted to a male before but there was no denying it now.

I sat there, just staring and not saying a word as he did 30 pullups in succession. He then turned around by flipping his grip and twisting his body in mid air. Now I was staring at his face. He had a dark determined look on that was incredibly sexy with sweat dripping down his hair. As I looked in his eyes I knew I couldn't break eye contact first. This was a test. I stared at him while he switch grips to chin-ups and continued to pump up and down. 

After about 20 chin-ups I was waivering. I knew his body would be flaming up with pumping blood, but I refused to break eye contact. Then he switched to pull-ups and all of the sudden his biceps and chest were on display again. I broke eye contact and stared at his beautiful body for at least 10 seconds before realizing what I was doing. When I looked back at him he was smirking again. 

"Don't worry about it Teach, stare all you want. Most people do. I've gotten used to it."

At this I looked down. I could hardly think of anything to say.

"Are you done?" I asked somewhat weakly, "We should start studying."

"Yup that's it, just need to shower now." With that he dropped off the pull up bar with a huge thud. With my head still down he walked by me. As he passed I heard a rustle. I looked up when he had left the room and his shorts were on the ground in front of me. I immediately looked down the hallway and saw the back of him in all it's glory. His butt seemed to be rock hard and it was supported by two tree trunks legs. He seemed not to have a hair on his body. He neared the corner and paused for a second. He looked at me and I stared in awe. I glanced down and saw his huge dick. It hung loose almost to his knees. He didn't seem to have hair in that area either. He turned towards me and leaned against the wall. I couldn't tear my eyes from his amazing cock. With that he laughed out loud and turned the corner. 

I looked down and slowly reached out to his boxers. They were damp to the touch and carried a strong manly scent. I felt myself loosing control. I took a breath. Okay, time to go. I was way past the deep end here. I quickly packed my stuff up and was almost at the door when I heard a yell. 

"Hey teach, what you doing?" Max's voice was slightly muffled by the falling water.

"I...I've got to go Max, I'm sorry I just got a text-"

He cut me off. "Okay that's fine but just before you go, be a good boy and grab a towel for me. They're in closet right outside the bathroom."

I don't really know why I didn't just walk out the door. Maybe I figured if I just did this, I could leave with no awkward strings attached. 

I found a towel and held it into the ajar bathroom door. 

"Just come in and give it to me."

I slowly cracked open the door, intending to drop the towel on the floor and leave, but then I saw him. 

The shower was clear glass and he was completely naked with water cascading down his body. He was running his hands over his body, cleaning himself. I stood there staring.

"Thanks teach. Do me another favor and pass me the soap, it's on the sink."

Without thinking I grabbed the bar and held it out to him.

"Great, do you mind getting my back quickly?"

He turned around and I kind of snapped out of it. What was I doing? I was supposed to be tutoring this kid. But as I stared at his back I kind of blanked again and slowly walked over. I was still fully clothed and I reached through the shower door and started to rub the soap against his back. 

"Rrub it in teach."

I put both hands into it now, running my hands over his rock hard muscles, feeling them, all slippery beneath my fingers. I realized that my own dick was rock hard.

"That's good, teach. That feels good. I bet you're enjoying it too aren't you?"

I didn't respond so he turned around slowly. I drank in his body with my eyes and all the sudden I was face to face with this young Adonis, separated from his naked body by only a few inches.

He glared at me and even though I was taller by 3 inches, it seemed like I was looking up to him. He glanced down the tent in my pants. "I said, aren't you enjoying yourself? You have to answer to continue."

I didn't respond. Max reached and gave me a slap. It was firm but not painful. He then guided his fingers into my mouth. At first I just stared at him, but then, unable to resist, I started to suck his fingers.

"Are you enjoying this teach?"

I looked at his handsome face, then looked down. I nodded my head.

"Good," he took away his fingers. "Keep going then, but you have to ask my approval before everything you do. We want to keep this appropriate don't we?" He backed up into the shower looking at me expectantly.

I was still dressed, but didn't care as I stepped into the shower. I stared at his chest and reached up my hands. I glanced at him for approval and he gave a slight not, smirking. 

I ran my hands over his huge rock hard chest that, like his back, was twice as wide as my own. His skin was smooth and covered all that muscle with no layer of fat in between. I ran my fingers over his shoulders and biceps, and eventually made my way to his abs. I couldn't believe how hard they were without him flexing. I looked up at his face, and felt weak in my knees. He was so handsome with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes. A perfect face...

He grabbed my arms and held them away. I looked at him pleadingly and he spoke,

"I'll let you keep going if you admit to me right now, that I am your new God"

I looked at him, looked at his body, and noticed somehow for the first time since I stepped into the bathroom his massive flaccid cock. It had to be six inches soft, and so thick. 

I didn't even hesitate. "You are my god Max." 

He smiled, "Keep going then teach, worship your new master."

I ran my fingers over his nipples and had the sudden temptation to taste them. I leaned down and brought my head to his chest only to be grabbed suddenly by the neck and pushed back.

As I chocked he said, "We've gone over this teach. You have to ask or get my approval before you do something new."

He let go. "I'm sorry master. May I kiss your chest?"

"Go ahead slave."

It hurt to be called slave but at the same time it made me feel special. I started littering his chest with kisses and sucking on his nipples. I slowly made my way down to his abs. I didn't even remember bending my legs but I found myself on my knees in front of him. I lovingly and uncontrollably kissed and licked his lower abs and that sexy V I had noticed before. 

I could feel his hardening cock hitting my chest and I leaned back and stared. 

It was massive, It had grown by 2 inches and still wasn't fully hard. My average sized dick didn't compare. It was hanging with a slight limp, and it was clear he shaved. 

I looked up at Max and saw my god. He towered over me in all his muscle and glory. 

"Please master, may I touch your cock?"

"Hey Teach, didn't I tell you our time together would be entertaining?"

I half snapped out of it. I felt a rush of fear and backed away. I realized I was in a shower with a teenager I was supposed to be teaching!

I almost stood up but then Max leaned down and kissed me, and all thought left me. His lips were fuller than mine and I could feel the scruff of his 5 oclock shadow brushing my face. Though at first my lips were frozen in place, I soon let out a wimper and started sucking on his lower lip, trying to drive my tongue into his mouth.

He pulled back. "Yes teach, you can touch my dick."

My head was in a fog. I wanted to taste his lips again. But then I looked in front of me and reached out. I felt the heat of his massive erection before I even touched it. But my hands closed around it and it felt searing hot. I couldn't close my fingers around it. The skin was smooth and I began to pump it with both hands. My body tensed up and I came in my pants without even being touched. "Wow slave, I guess that means you love my cock." 


My Teenage God Ch. 01



After pausing for a minute I thought maybe I was coming to my senses.

"Better keep it up slave, I'm getting soft." Sure enough his cock was becoming softer in my hands.

Again filled with an intense desire to please him, I continued to pump and found myself immediately getting hard again. I brought my face forward but remembered in time and looked up.

"Yeah you can suck it bitch," he grinned.

I smiled up at my master thankfully and looked into his eyes as I brought my mouth over his member. It filled my mouth and I slowly and tentatively bobbed back and forth, still looking up at his glorious body and his beautiful smirking face. I broke eye contact soon and closed my eyes, concentrating on the sensation of my masters cock in my mouth. I felt it quickly getting harder and soon was bobbing back and forth on it really fast. I massaged his massive balls as I did it, trying to please him.

"Man, you're a natural cocksucker aren't you?"

I was filled with pride at the compliment and started licking his shaft up and down. I gripped his rock hard ass as I pulled my face over his cock over and over. I lost track of time in this heaven but eventually felt him begin to tense up. 

"Here we go bitch, now swallow." 

With that he let out a massive load into my mouth. He held my head there so that I had t gulp it down. As I did, I came for a second time myself.

I collapse on the floor and lay there, stroking and licking his calf.

He stepped over me and I stared as he walked out the bathroom without a word.

What had I gotten myself into?

...end of chapter 1.



My Teenage God Ch. 02



*This story is the second installment of the "My Teenage God" series. Hopefully of many*

*This story is a fantasy based on dominance and muscle in an older-younger gay setting. If this doesn't sound appealing to you, then don't read any further. All characters and story-lines are purely imagined and not based off any true facts*

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I lay on the floor of the shower, still fully clothed but soaked to the bone. As I recovered, I was again filled with trepidation that had been thrust out of my mind only a few minutes earlier. I had just swallowed the cum of a student. God it was wrong, God he was hot. My god. My god max...

I shook my head. I had to snap out of it!

Okay, I told myself. Now it was really time to leave. I stood up, my clothes dripping and hanging off of me. I'll just walk out the door without a word.

I walked to the door, I was right there but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to leave. Something didn't feel right. I was filled with an anxiety that I had forgotten something or needed to do something first. I couldn't figure it out but I just stood there by the door staring at the door handle unable to bring myself to reach out and turn it. 

"Going somewhere cockslut?"

Just hearing his voice sent shivers down my spine now. 

"Well, I...just needed to..." I mumbled without turning around.

"I noticed you were having trouble actually leaving there. I think I know why. You see, I am your master now, and you can't bring yourself to do something without first getting my permission."

His words shocked me. Surely they couldn't be true. What had just happened was in the heat of the moment but me calling him master really didn't mean anything.

"You see teach, you're the type who's had to make decisions and think for yourself for all of your life. The problem is first that you're not too good at making those decisions, and second that you really don't want to have to them. You want someone else to make them for you, to control you, to own you. You need a master. Me."

Here I was. A grown man standing soaking wet in the hallway of a teenage kid I just sucked off, trying my best to deny what he was saying. But it was hard to refute him. It seemed like he tapped a deep dark desire of mine that I had had stored away somewhere. Nevertheless I knew I had to fight it. This couldn't be me.

Still facing the door I simply said, in as strong as a voice as I could muster. "I have to go Max, it's time for me to leave." But as I said it I filled with confusion and despair.

"Why are you telling me?" His voice was closer now, "Why don't you just go?"

"Fine." I reached out. I did it! I grabbed the handle. 

But that's all I could do. For the life of me I couldn't twist it, no matter how hard I tried to make myself there was a mental block.

I heard a low chuckle a few feet behind me.

"Go ahead, ask your master"

....I paused for a long time...I needed to get out of here...I was getting confused again and knew I had to escape while I could. I would just say what he wanted to hear and then go.

"May I leave?" Some of the anxiety began to leave me.

"tsk tsk, My little cockslut. You must properly address me."

Another pause. "May I leave, master?" I asked quietly.

"Turn around slave."

I slowly turned around and again soaked in the sight of my god max. I mean max, just max...shoot I...but there he was. He had dried himself off and was in a tight t-shirt and boxer briefs now. His bicep veins still visible from his work out. What a beautiful sight...

"What were you asking?"

"May I leave...Master?" More anxiety was sliding away

"Sure teach, just a kiss goodbye"

I tried to fight it but I was filled with excited anticipation. I moved my face towards his but he backed away.

"No, a kiss goodbye for my huge cock."

Again I was disappointed not to kiss those beautiful lips of his, but I slowly sank to my knees. A quick kiss I told myself and I would be out the door. 

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it into his crotch with his boxer briefs still on. I tried pushing off his legs but of course he was stronger than me. I wasn't really kissing anything, just breathing in his essence, and it was intoxicating. I took 5 or six huge breaths and soon instead of pushing off his legs I was running my hands up and down his strong muscled quads. My head was in a daze.

"Now teach, before you go I just want to show you something."

With that Max picked me up, without any kind of strain, and carried me fireman style into his bedroom. I was amazed at the sheer power of this kid and stared down his strong back as he carried me. I didn't protest.

Max dropped me hard onto the floor. It hurt but I looked up at him from the floor and was again struck by my god's dominance. I noticed his white Tshirt was slightly see through now that I had dripped all over it and I could see some of his body through it.

Max sat down on his desk chair and swiveled away form me toward his computer. I wasn't sure what to do.

"Why don't you take off your wet clothes teach, they don't look comfortable."

At this my anxiety flared up again because I knew I was about to fight him on something. "I don't know Max...Master...I don't think that that's a good idea, me being your tutor."

At that he laughed loudly. "Really slut? Don't you think we're past that? Tell you what, I'm gonna look at some straight porn now, because I'm not a gay fag like you. And I'm probably gonna get hard while I watch. I'll let you stay and watch me, maybe even help me out, but you have to earn your stay. One piece of clothing at a time."

I saw he was looking at a girl with hug jugs who was dancing on a pole. I should have left but I thought to myself, just a little longer, I'll just take off my shoe. Soon however, I was down both shoes and both socks. Max leaned way back on his chair and I could see his massive cock start to grow again.

He reached down and began pulling up his shirt, revealing his lower abdomen. I waited with baited breath but he stopped and looked at me.

"All done?" he began to lower his shirt.

I quickly took off my shirt, aware of the tinyness of my body next to this Adonis. But I didn't care as I watched him reveal his body and again was amazed at the sheer beauty of his body. He began to lightly stroke his still soft cock through his boxers but each time he paused I took off another piece of clothing, staring at him form the floor of his bedroom. I was soon completely naked.

He glanced over and laughed at my erect dick, so much smaller than his. "Okay come get me hard my little cockslut."

Just him calling me "my little cockslut" sent a thrill through me. 

"Thank you master." The words came out naturally. I got on my knees before him and grabbed his huge cock with both hands, beginning to pump up and down, meanwhile max went back to watching porn. This disappointed me because I wanted to please him all on my own. So I started licking it, prompting him to smack me. 

"You have to ask permission or be responding to my command bitch." 

"Yes Master...sorry Master"...I was ashamed.

I continued to stroke his growing cock and I loved that it was getting hard in my hands. I was pleasing my god.

Max pushed my head back now that he was hard. His cock spanned the entire length of my face. He started smacking me with his giant cock. What an amazing feeling. What a man. I tried licking it as it went by my lips and turning my face in the direction of each slap. 

"Okay, Stand up slave."

I stood up and he told me "Now sit on my lap."

Now I froze. No, that was too far. I couldn't do that. I wasn't gay I did not want his cock in my ass. But even as I thought about it I wasn't so sure.

I didn't want to say no to my master though so I sat on his leg, not fully on his lap.

"That's not my lap teach, I thought you were supposed to be smart. C'mon slide on back." 

His strong hands grabbed my waist and pulled me onto him and soon I felt his huge hard cock rubbing against by butt crack. 

"No max I don't think we should, I'm your teacher and we could get into a lot of trouble, I'm so much older than you and you're so young and we shouldn't be doing this and what if we..."

All my fears were rising up and bubbling to the surface as I tried to verbally fight off the inevitable...max lifted me clearly off his lap, amazing how strong he was and began to lower me onto...

I expected him to enter me but instead he slid his cock through my legs so that it was poking out my front. Amazing, his cock was longer than mine even in this position.

"C'mon slut, gimme some friction here."

I immediately started gyrating up and down. His cock sliding against my own. I reached down and tried to hold them together as I slid up and down. I came within 20 seconds of this and collapsed, leaning back into his hard body. This was my third time cumming in about an hour. 

"You think you're done slut? We're just getting started."

He lifted me off him and this time I could tell he was aiming for inside me. No no no, I had to stop this. 

"No master no please we can't do this I'll do anything else you....OHHHHH"

He entered me slowly, it felt so strange, like a huge and wrong invasion, and it HURT. It stretched me out.

"Ohhh ohhh no Master it hurts."

Max didn't listen though and began to slowly lift me up and pull me down repeatedly. I was grunting and closing my eyes. God it hurt, and it felt so strange and intruding. But after a couple minutes of this the pain started to subside and it began feeling kind of good, very good even. I held onto his hands on my hips, squeezing his fingers tight. I was rock hard myself once again. 

"Master...no...oh wow, you're incredible."

"Okay now that we've loosened you up here we go slut. That's only half my cock that I've been feeding into your hungry ass."

With that he took his hands off my hips and I sank on him, impaled by his huge dick. 

"OH MY GOD" I had never felt such an amazing feeling before. He raised me up again and dropped me. "OHHHH Masterrr"

He kept on raising me up and dropping me. Soon he stopped and I began pumping myself onto him. He spun me around, his cock twisting inside of me, so now I was facing him. I almost came again looking at my beautiful god. I put my hands on his chest and squeezed his hard muscles as I bounced up and down on his lap.

"Who's your god!?" He asked me at me.

"YOU ARE MASTER, YOU ARE MY GOD" I was delirious with pleasure, and kept pumping my body onto him.

"Do you think you're worthy of me?!" I looked at him and notice that he was just lying back casually now, seeming relaxed and simply to be enjoying my utter submission. God what a stud. I wish I could please him.

"NO MASTER... uh...no one... uh...is worthy of you...ugh....i was silly to think....ugh....i could teach you...ugh...anything."

I reached back with my hands and started squeezing his huge balls as I bounced up and down on his cock. This got him going quickly and his expression changed from a relaxed to intense.

"Wow bitch you really want to please your god, good."

I was filled with pride and kept up my onslaught. Soon he took over and grabbed me off his lap and literally threw me onto the bed. There he mounted me from behind and ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

He pumped into me hard and fast. I was his ragdoll, his plaything, he utterly took me then and I had never felt better than I did then. I felt him tense up and with one huge last thrust I felt a warm deposit deep inside me. Needless to say I came for the fourth time right there.

Max collapsed on the bed face up. I dismounted my master and eagerly cleaned his cock. Licking him up and down. I then kissed and rubbed him all over. I brought my lips to his and he kissed me back and I felt like the luckiest person in the world. He lost interest but I continued to suck on his lip until he pushed my face away. Nevertheless he put his arm around me and I nuzzled up to his body. This was the most content I had ever felt in my life. I gazed at him, his eyes were closed though he wasn't asleep. I ran my hand up and down his stomach and abs and felt completely happy. I fell asleep with my head on his chest and hand on his cock.

End of chapter 2...




My Teenage God Ch. 03: Deb's Story



This story is a continuation of a the My Teenage God Series. In the previous stories we followed David as he submitted to the muscular teenager Max. We now switch gears to follow one of David's fellow students, a female also tutoring the class. For those of you wanting more scenes with Max and David, don't worry they're coming up. 

This one's quite a bit longer than the previous stories. It wasn't intentional, I just felt it natural to drag Deborah's story out a little longer. Enjoy! I would welcome your comments both privately and publicly. Feel free to message me if you'd like to talk privately, about anything ;).

*****

Deborah Kass, a 26 year old fellow grad student of Davids, had been looking forward to tutoring for months now. She had been so excited when Breanne, the program organizer, had told her about the program. She had always wanted to give back to the local community and work with kids. She had had a tutor in high school as well who had made a great impression on her, she hoped to be such a role model. 

Deborah arrived at the school early, wanting to make a good impression. For the occasion she had decided it would be safest to wear neutral, respectable clothing. Deborah was 5 foot 4, 127 pounds and had brown, slightly curly hair that just reached her shoulders. Her fiancé frequently described her as "cute" but she considered herself rather plain looking. She went to the classroom and was sitting for a while when she saw David walk in. She waved cheerfully, excited for the day to start. 

The high schoolers began filtering into the classroom. She noticed a pair of girls dressed provocatively and caught a number of the students (and even tutors!) taking lingering looks. Looking at them, she couldn't help but feel envious. She wished she could be as confident in her body as these two girls were. 

The first was a pretty blonde. Slightly shorter than Deborah, she wore a tank top so that her cleavage and flat stomach were showing. She also wore very tight yoga pants, leaving none of her tight curves to the imagination. 

The second was a tall brunette, at least 5'9, and looked like she must be a model or actress. She had a beautiful face with dark features and big lips. She wore a miniskirt and tight, slightly sheer top, that showed off her model-thin, toned figure, long legs, and most of all, her huge breasts. Her shirt clung tight to her body and accentuated her breasts, the fabric stretching out to it's limit. She wore a pink bra under her sheer top showing off the size of her boobs. 

Deborah couldn't believe a high schooler had breasts like that. She had always been sensitive about her own flat chest and felt a twinge of envy. Her breasts filled up the bra and were spilling out as you could see cleavage even through the top. She realized she was staring and glanced up. The teen model was looking at her with an inquisitive gaze and slight smile. Deborah looked away, embarrassed. 

The embarrassment kind of drifted away when the next kid walked in. He was average height with blonde hair and a confident gorgeous fact. He wore a tight shirt and was clearly very built and ripped underneath it. Her eyes surveyed his body up and down and she even noticed a sizeable bulge in his shorts. Holy Crap! She was checking out a teenager! What the hell was she doing. Deborah shook her head and snapped herself out of it. She straightened her back and looked to Breane expectantly. Soon, The coordinator began to call the pairs. 

Breanne went down the list and eventually got to Her name. 

"Deborah, you'll be with Izzy and Crystal. These two girls have requested that they stay together." 

A little bit of Deborah was initially disappointed that she wasn't with the muscular boy, but she ignored that feeling and looked around for the girls she was paired with.

Her eyes fell onto the provocative pair, who were smiling and waving to her. After a moments hesitation, she smiled back and waved enthusiastically. Oh boy. 

Well, she thought, they seemed very nice and they clearly could use a good role model. She knew she could serve such a role. 

She noticed that her friend David got paired with the hulky teenager, whose name was apparently "Max." She looked over at David and noticed he initially seemed unhappy about it, but quickly covered it up with a smile.

After everyone was matched up the students and tutors sat together for a few minutes. Deborah stood up as the girls walked over. The shorter blond girl in the yoga pants waved and said she was Crystal. The tall busty brunette actually leaned in and kissed both of Deborah's cheeks as she introduced herself as Felicity. As she leaned in to do so her large breasts pressed up against Deborah's chest, causing the tutor to momentarily flush with embarrassment, though the teen seemed undisturbed. 

"So nice to meet you girls" Deborah launched right in, brushing past her embarrassment, "I'm so excited to work with you this year, I can't wait for us to get started."

"Us too Ms. Kass!" Crystal spoke with a sweet, innocent voice as she sat down next to Deborah. 

"Oh please, call me Deborah!"

"Aren't you excited Izzy?" Crystal spoke to Felicity (Deborah guessed that Izzy was her nickname). 

"Are you sure you'd like to be called Deborah?" Felicity smiled beautifully as she circled the table and sat down across from Deborah. "I think I like 'Deb' better, how about that?"

Deborah had actually always hated when people shortened her name but she didn't want to say that to these girls. "Haha, that's fine Izzy."

"Actually can you call me Felicity please Deb? Only, like, my close friends call me Izzy." The eighteen year old beauty crossed her arms under her breasts and looked a little perturbed.

Deborah was taken aback and slightly embarrassed. "Uh...of course Felicity, I'm so sorry about that."

Crystal chimed in "that's okay she does this to everyone she's just messing with you. And you can call me Chris!" 

Deborah felt relieved. She didn't want to get off on the wrong foot by offending her student. She looked over as Chris scooter her chair closer. Her low cut tank top showed lots of cleavage that bounced as she moved towards her. After a moment too long of looking at Chris's cleavage, thinking how nice it would be if she had such full perky boobs, Deborah looked up to the blond teen smiling sweetly at her. She looked across the table at Izzy who, with her arms still crossed below her breasts, was pushing her cleavage up and forward, looking amused.

Deborah felt confused. Were these girls just trying to show of thier big boobs to her to make her jealous. At the same time though they seemed so sweet. Deborah decided she should just start talking about the sessions.

"Okay guys so we'll be meeting soon to study History. I'd like you guys to bring your textbooks and homework assignments for this week. I'll find out from Breanne what specific topic you guys will be studying this week."

Deborah felt herself normalizing as she gained control again. "That sound good girls?"

"That sounds great Deb!" Chris smiled sweetly.

"Perfect," Deborah glanced at Izzy, "I'm so excited to study with you guys!"

Izzy smiled beautifully in response. Her eyes pinched cutely in the corners and dimples appeared on her cheeks. Deborah couldn't help but smile in response.

Izzy, still smiling, said "Yeah, it should be a lot of fun."

"Times Up!" Yelled Breanne.

Chris waved goodbye while Izzy kissed Deborah's cheeks goodbye, again pressing up closely against her. Deborah blushed as Izzy smiled and turned around. She watched them both walk out, her eyes lingering on Izzy's long lengs and Chris's perfect butt. Man, what she could have done with a body like either of them when she was eighteen. 

They walked up to Max, that muscular student, who put his arms around each of them. 

Like him, she thought, smirking. She shook her head. She couldn't think like that, these kids were ten years younger than her. She would put them out of her mind.

****

Over the course of the next week leading up to her first study session with Izzy and Chris, Deborah found herself becoming nervous when she thought about their upcoming meeting. She tried to tell herself that she was just was anxious about being a good tutor, but she wasn't sure she was convincing herself. As much as it frustrated her, she was intimidated by these girls. 

She knew their type in high school and she was generally treated like crap by them. Occasionally they would let her drive them to a party or something (she had a license before anyone else), but once they were at the party the "hot girls" would basically ignore her. 

Even with their age difference, and even though Izzy and Chris had been so sweet to her, she still still got a little nervous as soon as she pictured them in her mind, especially Izzy. She was sure she'd get over it though.

*****

Friday came and Deborah showed up a little early. She went to the room where they were meeting the students. They were tutoring in rooms of six or seven pairs per room. She sat down at an open table and began to unpack the study materials. She wasn't waiting long before Chris strolled in, looking cheerful as usual. Showing off her body again, Chris wore a green/yellow tank top fitted tightly over her breasts and exposing her stomach from just above her belly button to her waist. She also wore extremely tight black jeans that hugged her waist and ass like they were painted on. Though Deborah didn't notice it in their last meeting, she now saw Chris had a belly pericing. A chain with a hear hanging down from her belly button, studded with what looked like real diamonds. It shimmered and swayed as Chris bounced over, distracting Deborah.

"Hi Deb!" Chris said cheerfully as she sat down across the table.

"Hey Chris! Nice to see you again! Where's Izzy?"

"Oh, well I think she had Volleyball practice today, and I'm pretty sure I saw her walking into Coach Catherine's office. I think they may be hashing a few things out, so Izzy may be a while."

"Okay, I guess if she's with the coach it's okay, lets get started."

Deborah launched into her lesson with Chris. Chris was a little slow to catch on, Deborah discovered. She took a long time to grasp basic concepts though it didn't seem to bother her. Every time they encounterd a stalling point for her she just giggled and apologized as they started over. 

During their lesson Deborah noticed David sitting alone, looking upset. She felt bad for him, but at least she wasn't the only one who had a no-show student. 

Though it seemed she spoke too soon. As she looked past David she saw Izzy down the hall. She was in the hallway leaning back against lockers with one leg bent out, the foot resting on the wall behind her.. About 20 feet away from the classroom door, she seemed in no hurry to get to her tutoring session. She was smiling down at a middle age woman who Deborah assumed was the coach of the vollyball team. Deborah noticed the coach nodding absent-mindedly along to what Izzy was saying, while simply staring at Izzy's chest. 

Noticing the coach's gaze, Deborah shifted her focal point to Izzy. She noticed her volleyball uniform was incredibly revealing. With athletic shorts that barely went below her waist, Brooks legs were again on display. The way she was posed showed off the muscular toning to her legs as well as a tanned, smooth sheen. The top was a tight-fitted long sleeve t-shirt. Looking at her profile Deborah rolled her eyes. Of course Izzy was wearing a shirt 3 sizes too small. She was a sweet girl but clearly her parents didn't teach her an appropriate way to dress. She also internally thought how inappropriate it was that the coach kept glancing at Izzy's chest. How about some professionalism?

Debrah excused herself and got up to speak to Breanne, who was in the room checking on the studying. 

"Hi Breanne!"

"Hey Deborah, how's it going? How's Crystal doing over there?"

"She's coming along, but listen. Do you know whether I should expect Izzy to be late regularly? Will she usually be at practice at this time?" Deborah glanced down the hall, Izzy was finally saying goodbye to the coach. She did her usual fake-french-two-cheek-kiss thing and the coach blushed and hurried away.

"Hmm, no she shouldn't be, I'll talk to her about it, do you know where she is?" Breanne asked.

"Yeah, here she comes now," Breanne indicated to the hallway.

As Izzy stepped through the door though, Deborah realized why the coach couldn't keep her eyes off her chest. Deborah hadn't noticed it from the side but the tight long sleeve shirt Izzy was wearing was extremely low cut. Izzy's cleavage was literally spilling out of her shirt. Further, it seemed quite clear that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath as her nipples were clearly pressed up against her shirt. She had a playful smile on, looking at Deborah as she approached, her cleavage bouncing side to side.

Jeez, this girl, Deborah thought, say what you will about her style, she knew how to show it off. 

Breanne was still looking down, writing something on her pad of paper, but as she heard the confident footsteps of Izzy approaching she began to speak. "Ahh Felicity, you're finally..."

As Breanne turned to the approaching Felicity, intending to continue her lecture on promptness, the words died in her throat. Izzy was standing very close to Breanne now, and she was tall enough so that her full breasts were just below Breanne's chin. Breanne found herself staring straight into the deep channel that was Izzys bust.

The teenager's breasts were pressed up tightly against the light blue uniform. The deep V in her long sleeve shirt revealed voluptuous and tanned breasts that hung heavily from her body creating a long line of cleavage. The fabric clung to her as it continued down her body, sloping inward dramatically below her breasts, making it them all the bigger juxtaposed next to her thin waist.

As Deborah looked on, Breanne realized she was staring and looked up to see Felicity's mischievous smile. Breanne began to speak again, but instead of the authoritative tone she had started out with, she now spoke in what sounded to Deborah like an embarrassed whisper. Deborah even noticed that Breanne was blushing.

"Felicity, it is important to come promptly to these sessions"

"Of course, I apologize" As Izzy said this she leaned in to do her cheek-kissing thing, but considering her and the coordinator's height difference, Izzy ended up pressing her breasts into Breanne's face as the younger girl kissed her on the temples rather than the cheeks. After the kisses Felicity stayed there. 

Breanne remained where she was, her face buried in Felicities cleavage. She slowly breathed in and out, her eyes closed.

Deborah couldn't believe what she was seeing. She looked again at Felicity's face, now turned towards her. Felicity gave her a sheepish shrug with a smile on her face. Though it had seemed to Deborah like the young girl had orchestrated the whole thing, she seemed genuinely surprised. 

Felicity took the sides of Breane's face and pulled it out of her cleavage. "I think I'll go study now thanks" she said to the now glassy-eyed coordinator. Breanne nodded absent-mindedly as Felicity turned away from her towards Deborah.

"I'm so sorry I'm late" The teenager leaned in to kiss Deborah's cheeks as well. Determined to keep her professionalism unlike these other women, Deborah actually leaned into the cheek kiss so that Felicity wouldn't press up against her. "Shall we?" the younger girl suggested cheerfully.

Felicity walked past her to greet her friend, leaving both mentors behind. Neither could help but stare at Felicity's long legs as she walked away. Felicity's shorts were so short that the crease between her legs and butcheeks were visible as they formed with each step, captivating the women. 

Deborah looked at Breanne. The coordinator's face was slackened, staring right at Felicity's butt. Deborah shook her head losing respect for her friend, and walked towards her table. When she got there Izzy and Chris were deep in conversation, giggling. 

"You really made her do that?" Chris asked. 

"Yup, and i'll have her do it for you later, if you're good"

Deborah was a little confused by what she overheard but as she arrived the girl quieted down and turned to her expectantly. Deborah looked determinedly only at their faces, though she knew both girls cleavage was on full display. She knew she had to try to instill some modesty in these girls. Looks would only get them so far.

She continued with the lesson. While Chris, though still quite slow, continued to be engaged in the lesson, her taller friend seemed only half interested. Mostly she just looked intently at Deborah. Deborah couldn't tell if she was playing very close attention or thinking about something completely different. Deborah continued to consciously avoid looking at the girls bodies. Because of this she looked down mostly at the table. The problem, of course, was that they had set up the tutors in a newly renovated classroom. The class was usually used for arts classes so the school had decided to install glass tops in some of the central tables, one of which they were sitting at. Because of this, as Deborah stared intensely at the table, she also was staring though the glass at the girls legs.

She tried to concentrate on the lesson but was distracted from time to time when the girls would uncross and recross their legs. She had flashbacks to the girls in high school with her with those kind of legs. She felt a new wave if intimidation from these girls, but she tried pressing this feeling down, knowing she had a responsibility to stay in control and in charge, for the sake of these girls educations.

About halfway through the hour Deborah again glanced at David, who was still without his student. She gave him a sheepish shrug but then she looked up and was momentarily dumbstruck. David's student partner had just walked in and Deborah couldn't help but admit, the eighteen year old was possibly the sexiest man she'd ever seen. He wore a tight dryfit shirt that stuck to his chest that was dripping with seat. You could the lines of his well toned body even through his shirt. He looked around the room confidently and Deborah had a feeling of helplessness in his presence.

Deborah snapped out of it as she heard the girls giggling behind her. 

"He's cute isn't he Deb?" asked Chris.

"Lets get back to work girls"

Felicity went on. "You should see the big hard cock he's packing Deb - it's probably a foot long"

"Felicity!" Deborah flared up now, "firstly, you shouldn't speak like that in general. Secondly, you most definitely may not speak like that to me!"

"You're right Deb, of course, I'm so sorry" Felicity reached out her hand and held Deborah's as she apologized, her thin fingers trailing over her tutor's knuckles. Felicitiy's touch sent chills down Deb's spine and the older girl soon pulled away.

Curiously do Deborah, after what seemed like a brief confrontation between David and his student, Max, Max abruptly left. Strangly, looking confused and frustrated, David left soon after as well.

They got on with their lesson, Deborah returning to avoiding staring at her beautiful students. However she again found herself staring at their perfect legs through the glass table. As continued trying to concentrate on the lesson, she noticed the girls begin to rub eachothers legs.

The girls were quite clearly playing footsy. One would run their foot up the others leg all the way to mid thigh before running it back down. Then they would switch. Deborah tried to press forward with the lesson but was distracted by the leg movement below. She kept on losing her train of thought as the girls feet reached up higher and higher on eachother's legs. She would only begin again when the feet would begin to descend.




My Teenage God Ch. 03: Deb's Story



She glanced up now and both the girls were looking at her with knowing smiles on their faces. They both leaned forward now and Deborah tried to resist looking down at their cleavage that they were again putting on display for her, seemingly on purpose.

Deborah thought of the coach and Breanne, she did not want to be like them. But as she thought of Breanne resting her face on Felicity's bosom, she couldn't help but imagine her own face there. Thinking these thoughts, she could not resist looking down at the young girls' cleavage. Without making a conscious decision she gave in and looked down.

She drank in the beautiful breasts before her with her eyes. She always wanted beautiful boobs like those. While Chris's were fair, well proportioned, and perky, Felicities pressed out heavy, dark, and proud. 

As Deborah stared the world melted around her. All that was there were these two young goddesses. Then she felt their legs on hers. They were both running their legs up her stockings. She looked through the table at their beautiful legs next to hers, putting hers to shame. She watched and squirmed as they ran their legs up and down her own, glancing from their legs to their smirking faces, and coming constantly to rest on thier tits.

"Mmmmm Deb" Izzy spoke in a low seductive tone, "doesn't that feel good?"

Hearing Felicity speak, Deborah finally snapped out of it.

"What do you think you guys are doing!?" Deborah feined surprise. She would try her best to cover up what had just happened. After all, she hadn't been staring for long had she?

"Absolutely no more funny business girls, these sessions are serious and we have to take them seriously"

Just then the bell rang, signalling the end of class. Deborah realized only then that she had fallen under these girls spells for a whole 10 minutes!

"Whatever you say Deb" Felicity smiled as she said it. Again Deborah was struck by the beauty of the girl's smile.

"I think we better stick with calling me Deborah, Izzy," said the tutor, attempting to reassert some authority. "And for our next session, I want you and Chris to be dressed more appropriately! This is not a proper way for a young lady to dress." She indicated to Felicity's shirt and shorts.

Felicity circled the table slowly, adjusting her top, which kept on slipping, seductively revealing her shoulder and collarbone. Felicity paused behind Deborah, who refused to look back at her. Felicity ran her fingers softly across Deborah's ass, causing the tutor's heart to flutter in her chest. But still she stood defiantly, not looking back.

Then there was a whisper in her ear "I think I'll keep using "Deb," and you are to refer to me as "Felicity", or rather, how about "Ms. Felicity" from now on." She paused, still lightly grazing Deborah's ass. "And don't pretend you don't love my sexy outfits." With this she gave a light squeeze to Deb's ass. Deborah couldn't help but let out a soft whimper. She hoped Felicity didn't hear but she couldn't tell. 

With that Felicity walked past the teacher towards the door, joined by Chris. Deborah stared at their asses as they left. She looked quickly to Breanne, who was sitting at the teacher's table in the room. She was staring too. 

***

At home that night Deborah tried to get Ms. Felicity, dammit just Felicity, and Chris out of her head. She couldn't believe what had happened. She was completely straight, she was engaged for Christ's sake, and yet these girls had some kind of hold on her. That night her fiance, Doyle tried to get something going with her but when he walked naked into the room, she found herself simply not in the mood. She was usually attracted to Doyle. He had a very cute and sweet face, but tonight she found herself turned off by his lanky and sparsely hairy body. 

Once her frustrated fiancé was asleep beside her, she found herself closing her eyes and, in her mind, feeling Chris and Ms. Fel...Felicity...run their legs up and down hers. She reached back and ran her hand over her ass. She squeezed, imagining her hand was Felicity's and moaned out loud. Upon hearing her own passioned outburst, she realized what she was doing and abruptly stopped. 

She forced herself to watch tv to get her mind off them. She wouldn't call her Ms. Felicity, she would fight these feelings back. She would gain control over these sessions again and give these spoiled girls the mentor they sorely needed. 

*****

Through the following week Deborah passed through various stages of anxiety and determination. From time to time she would panic about how she allowed herself to lose control while at other times she assured herself that she wouldn't let it happen again.  

The morning of the day before the next tutoring session Deborah got a call from Breanne. Apparently one or two of the kids had suggested that the program this week should be devoted to bonding between the tutors and students. Thus, The boy tutors and students were to go swimming in the school pool the first half of the hour and the girls would get the second half. 

Upon hearing this Deborah was filled with a sense of trepidation. With the way her mind had been working lately, she worried about how she would handle seeing Chris and Felicity (she had finally gotten over thinking of her as Ms. Felicity) in bathing suits. With how they normally dressed, she had little doubt they would not be wearing modest swimwear, to say the least. 

Picturing them in swimsuits sent her into another round of nervous anxiety. At the same time she could not deny the other feelings that hit her. Raw excitement an hornyness. All day she tried to stop it, but could not shield her mind from images of Chris's pale, full, and shapely ass fit snug into bikini bottoms or her tight, toned stomach on full display with her sexy belly chain. 

Even harder was trying not to imagine Felicity's voluptuous body barely stuffed into a tight, 2-sizes-too-small bikini. She was sure that Felicity's body, what little of it she hadn't already seen, would be incredible to behold. Trying to concentrate in class, she repeatedly felt her hand stroking between her legs before even realizing it, having been picturing the two eighteen year old girls. 

This was far worse than before. She had been resolved against such thoughts, but the news of the swimming pool had sent her off the rails. When she got home she decided that a good fuck with Doyle would help clear her mind. 

As they started to make out though Deborah just had to admit to herself that Doyle wasn't doing it for her. She lay there as Doyle laid on top of her, barely knowing what he was doing as he pumped in and out of her. She was barely stimulated by his 5 inch penis. 

Then something unexpected happened. As Doyle flailed around on top of her the rubbing of his legs on her caused her to flash back to her last classroom session with the girls. Instantly she was turned on again and started humping into him from beneath. 

She ran her hands over her fiancé's thin frame and they came to rest on his butt. Doyle had a rather feminine butt that bubbled out and was soft and fleshy. She sometime teased him about it but this time, feeling it, she instead let out a load moan.

Without intending it, she was now imagining that this was a woman's butt on top of her. In her mind Felicity was laying on top of her, wearing a strap on, thrusting in and out. She closed her eyes and squeezed Felicity's butt hard as she rocked through her biggest orgasm in a long time. 

"OH GODDDD." Deborah screamed as she came. 

Doyle was in some pain from Deborah's vice-like grip on his ass but he came as well, liking the feeling of his fiancé taking control. 

As Deborah opened here eyes and saw Doyle, she was momentarily disappointed, but the kissed him passionately, trying to thrust what she had just imagined out of her mind. 

A little later, curled up in bed, she again tried to cement her mind against the temptation that tomorrow would bring. As she lay there, feeling equal parts dread and excitement, but trying not to feel either, she again told herself that she would become a role model for these girls. But she wasn't sure she bought it. 

****

The next morning Deborah spent about an hour deciding which bathing suit to wear. She was fighting between conservative, safe, and responsible (wanting to set an example for the girls) and a little more racy and hot (wanting to look good in the girls eyes...just to gain their respect of course). In the end she ended up going for safe and conservative. She would stick to her goals today.

Arriving in the classroom, she was surprised to find both Chris and Felicity waiting for her. Even more surprising, she immediately noticed that both of them were wearing cldressed quite modestly. Chris wore a sweater and sweatpants. Though she still showed a tiny bit of her midriff, the clothing itself was baggy and unrevealing, a huge improvement. 

Felicity wore what looked like one big sweatshirt that hung baggy and low. With it's high cut neck and loose wear, it basically covered up everything and hung quite modestly off her body. This was a massive difference from when the saw each other last and Deborah couldn't help but feel good about what, in her view, she was responsible for. She couldn't believe they had listened to her.

What was more, Felicity and Chris were very good students for the full half hour. They were attentive, respectful and listened to everything Deborah said. Deborah felt her control returning and her relationship with these girls normalizing. She began to wonder whether she had exaggerated the girls bad behavior in her mind. On the other hand, she wondered if she was already having such an impact on the girls. 

Whatever it was, after the half hour ended, Deborah felt a lot better and more confident about her relationship with these girls than she had that morning. She even walked with them towards the pool, no longer nervous about what lie ahead. They chatted to her in friendly tones and spoke enthusiastically about what they had learned that day. Though Deborah still found their faces to be beautiful, she didn't feel that sexual charge she had during times previous.

On their way there they encountered a strange thing. First the strong teenager Mac walked past them with a smirk on his face. He still wore his swimsuit though he had thrown on a shirt. He winked at the girls who waved back as Deborah tried to avert her gaze. Nevertheless she couldn't help but admire again his strong, huge body. Glancing quickly down she saw an outline of something HUGE in his shorts. If that was his dick, she was floored by the fact that it almost seemed to be emerging out of the bottom of his shorts. Clearly he was semi-hard as it pressed up against his thin swimsuit. He turned into an empty classroom as they passed it. 

Then as she looked up she was surprised to find David walking down the hall, in just a speedo! He was covering his crotch with both hands and looking embarrassed. Deborah made eye contact with him and gave him a perplexed and incredulous look. He just blushed and rushed past. Curiously, he walked into the same empty classroom as Max had. 

Deborah wondered momentarily what was going on but forgot about it as again the girls engaged her in conversation about their lesson that day. 

When they arrived at the poolside though, everything changed. They walked onto the deck beside the indoor pool. Deborah was impressed with the facilities here, they even had a hot tub with jacuzzi jets! She had never heard about a public school with one of those. While the girls continued to ask her questions about their lesson, they began to take off their clothes.

For a second Deborah was shocked, shouldn't they be heading to the change room if they were getting naked. But then Deborah realized they had their bathing suits on underneath. Watching them undress, Deborah felt her throat dry up and her control slip away. It took them each about two seconds to get undressed. 

Chris just slipped off the sweater and sweatpants, revealing tight, booty-shorts-like swim trunks and a tube top. The shorts started on her stomach, just below her belly button, and hugged her waistline down to where it split in two for her legs, ending a few inches later. The tube top revealed just a little cleavage at the top but supported her breasts well, giving them a full figure. Her creamy white skin was smooth and perfect along the rest of her body.

All Felicity had to do was take off her poncho-like sweater and she revealed her stunning body stuffed into an extremely revealing, bright red, bikini. As expected her swimsuit seemed way too small for her. The top covered perhaps only 5 square inches of skin on each breast, failing to reach any side of them. The bottoms of her breasts remained uncovered as the fabric didn't stretch that far, giving Deborah a good idea of just how heavy and full they were. 

Felicity's bikini bottoms from the front consisted of a pair of strings on each side that became further and further apart as approached the area between her legs. Each pair of strings met a diamond-shaped piece of fabric which covered about the same area as the top did. 

"Deb?" "Deborahhh?" The girls snapped her out of it. She had been staring again.

"You like our suits? We're so glad, we thought of you when we were choosing them." Felicity winked and smiled at her. 

"ughh ughh" She stammered in response, "thanks...yeah...theyre..." She looked down at their bodies again and they slowly turned around for her. Chris's was nice from the back, showing off her thin waist and tight ass, but Felicity's was heartstopping. She was wearing a string bikini. There was a string running across her back and a T outlining her ass, with just a single string seperating her full, tanned, ass cheeks. That the girls had been wearing these outfits the whole time just under their baggy clothes made Deborah's head spin.

"I'm gonna go change," Deborah said quickly, feeling weak in the knees. She stumbled off towards the change room.

After changing she looked in the mirror. Having seen what she just saw, she was not impressed with herself. Next to those bodies hers looked plain and slightly flabby (though she didn't really have much fat).

She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She told herself to just look professional and that was all that mattered, but deep down, she hoped that the girls approve of her choice of suit and that she would be pleasing to their eyes.

As she stepped out of the change room she scanned the crown of young girls and their tutors to find Ms. Felicity...just Felicity!...and Chris. She saw them walking towards the jaccuzzi. Breanne was in the Jaccuzzi, staring at them, a deer in headlights. Deborah paused to watch what happened. 

They circled the jacuzzi, Felicity going left and Crystal right. At first Breanne looked left then right as they sashayed over, looking from one to the other. But then she looked forward, straight at me, fear and uncertainty on her face.

They got in and sat down on either side of her. She was making eye contact with me now, clearly breathing fast. I just looked at her and the girls, awestruck and extremely curious about what was about to happen.

A second after the girls sat down in the bubbly water Deborah saw Breanne attempt to get up, but she was clearly held down by something beneath the water. The girls weren't letting her leave. 

Felicity and Chris began to speak to Breanne and to eachother. Leaning over her, their breasts essentially in her face because of her shortness. She still tried to maintain eye contact with me but soon was staring down into the girls huge boobs. 

Felicity was motioning with her hands as she was speaking causing her boobs to bounce up and down and rub along Breanne's chin. Breanne's mouth was now open and Deborah was pretty sure she was drooling. Again though she seemed to snap out of it and tried to get up, but was still held down. She made eye contact again with Deborah, here eyes open wide.

An instant later she suddenly arched her back and and closed her eyes. The girls were smiling now and their hands were below the water level, out of sight. 

Deborah couldn't believe what she was seeing. She leaned back against the wall, holding the outside of her legs tight so that her hands weren't tempted to wander over her own body while watching this spectacle. She bit her lower lip and glanced quickly around the room to see if anyone was seeing the scene that was playing in front of them.

Somehow no one seemed to be noticing and her attention immediately went back to the trio in the jacuzzi. Chris now stroked Breanne's hair with one hand while felicity leaned in and whispered something in her ear, causing Breanne to throw her eyes open and stare at Felicity. Slowly her eyes fell to the young girls glorious chest. She reached her hands slowly towards the huge boobs on display in front of her, finally coming to rest on them. As they began to give into her touch, Deborah saw her violently convulse and eventually collapse back. 

Chrise removed her hand from the jacuzzi and licked one of her fingers. She held the others to Breanne, who, after a moments hesitation, took both of her fingers in her mouth and sucked as she stared at Chris's face. 

After a minute of this, Felicity again leaned in and whispered in Breanne's ear. This time Breanne giggled, her demeanor having completely changed. She glanced furtively around, seeming to have forgotten about Deborah, then, unbelievably, she dove her head beneath the water.

Now Felicity visibly relaxed, settling into the bench and leaning back. Chris moved next to her and kissed her neck. Breanne's hand emerged from the water, handing Chris a small piece of red fabric, Felicity's bikini bottoms. Her head emerged for a second so she could catch her breath. She was right in front of Felicity, facing the over-a-decade-younger girl. Felicity put her hand on top of Breanne's head and pushed it beneath the water again. She breathed in deeply, her chest pressing forward, as the tutor coordinator's mouth undoubtedly made contact with her pussy.

To this point Deborah thought that Chris and Izzy had not yet noticed her watching them. But now Felicity looked up and made direct eye contact with her. Deborah was leaned against a wall with her legs bent and about to give out. As Felicity made eye contact, with one hand below the water, seemingly holding Breanne's head down, she reached out with the other and pulled Chris towards her. She pulled Chris's mouth to hers, momentarily closing her eyes as she kissed her friend. As they made out, Felicity looked past her friend at Deborah. Deborah continued to stare as Felicity took Chris's hand and put it to her chest, kneading her left boob. 

Though she had been trying to resist, Deborah's hand left her side as and she began rubbing her pussy through her bathing suit. She came instantly, half collapsing against the wall. Breathing heavily she looked up and Chris and Felicity were looking at her, smiling.

Deborah fled to the locker room, needing to hide from what just happened. Once inside, she sat on a bench, taking deep breaths and trying to get ahold of herself. 

Eighteen! Those girls are eighteen! Deborah kept repeating it to herself. You are their tutor! Their mentor! You're supposed to set an example for them, not drool over them!

As she attempted to talk herself down, she heard the door open and looked up. Felicity and Chris walked in, looking, if possible, even more sexy than before. Their wet skin glistened and their swimsuits, already tight on them, clung tighter, the water adhering the fabric to their bodies. 

"Felicity, Crystal, what you just did out there was extremely inappropriate."

Chris responded cheerfully. "But you seemed to so enjoy watching us Deb." She spoke almost casually, like she was speaking about Deborah enjoying a meal.




My Teenage God Ch. 03: Deb's Story



"I don't know what you think you saw girls..." As she spoke, looking from one girl to the other, Chris turned around and walked towards the door. Deborah became hopeful that they were about to leave and let her be alone. 

As Chris reached the door, she looked over her shoulder at her tutor. Deborah was struck by how sexy she looked then, smiling mischievously over her shoulder, one leg playfully bent back, with her beautiful ass pressed out. Deborah felt momentarily disappointed that she was leaving before she struck the thought from her mind. Chris turned away and instead of leaving, locked the door to the locker room. She turned back around, running her hands up her legs and resting them on her hips, posing seductively.

"Chris please unlock the door this is very..." Deborah's voice silenced as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. In unison Felicity and Crystal both reached to their tops. Felicity reached behind and pulled apart the knot in the back. Crystal pulled down on the top of her tube top, showing more and more cleavage as the top slid down her chest.

At the same time the girls removed their tops. Crystals, smooth and creamy white, stayed remarkably perky even with their size. Felicity's fell heavily, bouncing as they came to rest. Her areola's were smaller than Deborah would have expected, but that just excentuated the largeness of her breasts. 

Deborah realized her jaw had slackened, that she had stopped talking, and that she was now simply staring at these girls, especially at Felicity's beautiful chest as the young girl began to speak.

"Deb, since the moment I saw you I knew you couldn't wait to submit to us. The entire first day you couldn't keep your eyes off my tits, and I can't blame you." Deborah, hearing these words, looked to the floor.

"Look at them Deb, no sense hiding your lust now." Deborah looked up at Felicity defiantly, refusing to admit to what she knew was true. However she was distracted as the beautiful girl cupped her boobs. 

"I bet you wish you had beautiful tits like this Deb. Do you find it embarrassing that we both have way bigger boobs than you. Must make you feel pretty insignificant no?"

"Please girls," Deborah finally found her voice, "just leave now and we'll pretend this never happened."

"Do you want to feel them Deb?" Felicity ignored her tutor's pleas. Crystal walked over and sat on the bench, straddling it behind Deborah. Deborah felt Chris's perky boobs press up against her back. Chris felt so close that Deb could even feel her belly chain pressed up against her.

Deborah's heart was beating fast and her chest felt tight as she tried to tear her eyes away from Felicity's chest. The idea of feeling the full breasts was now all she could think about. Chris reached under Deborah's shoulders from behind and came to rest on her stomach. Deborah gasped as Chris ran her hands over her stomach but she didn't protest as Chris raised her hands up so that they rested on her tutor's flat chest. 

Chris let out a giggle. "They're so small!"

Deborah blushed, embarrassed. But her embarrassment faded as Felicity walked slowly over, her hips swaying and huge young breasts swingly softly from side to side. She sat on the bench in front of her tutor, so that they were on either side of her. Her long, dark, smooth legs rubbed up against the outside of Deborah's.

Chris pinched Deborah's nipples as the older girls stared at the huge chest in front of her, causing her to gasp. She looked up to Felicity's beautiful face, smirking at her. She was again struck by the beauty of this young girl, she almost felt lucky. She looked down again. From this distance she could see the fine fuzz along Felicity's breasts. She was overcome with curiosity about what they felt like. 

"Would you like to feel them Deb?"

Deborah didn't answer, she was afraid to.

"Deb? Would you like to feel them or shall I put them away?"

Deborah still didn't answer, her breath growing shallower.

"Last chance. Do you want to see what my beautiful tits feel like?"

Deborah finally responded, barely audible. "Yes." She looked down, ashamed.

"Don't be ashamed Deb, no woman has ever been able to resist me." Deborah momentarily wondered who these other women were, besides Breanne. Felicity continued. "But you have to ask properly. You know how to properly address me."

Deborah hesitated, unsure of whether she really wanted to take this final test. But staring at the beautiful girl in front of her her hesitation faded away.

"Can I feel your breasts, Ms Felicity?" Deborah told herself she would just feel them quickly, just to see what they felt like. Then, her curiosity satisfied, she would get up and leave. 

She reached out slowly as Felicity leaned towards her. She started at the top and ran her hands down the slow slope at the top of the younger girls breasts. As her hands made contact Chris continued to knead her own small chest, sending electric shocks through her body. Felicity's breasts were surprisingly soft. They gave easily to her touch and heavily filled her hands. She cupped one and then the other, amazed that each was bigger than both her hands. Felicity's nipples were hard as they pressed into her palms.

"Would you like to taste them Deb?"

Deborah barely hesitated this time. "Yes Ms. Felicity."

"Go ahead then."

Deborah leaned forward and began to softly kiss and lick the teenagers chest. She brought Felicity's right nipple into her mouth and began to suck. She was lost and felt like she was in a soft heaven. As she sucked on Felicity's nipples Chris reached her hand under Deborah's bathing suit and between her legs. As her hand entered Deborah let out a very loud moan.

Chris teased and stroked Deborahs pussy as the tutor continued to concentrate on felicity's nipples. Alternating from one to the other, sucking greedily. Within one minute of this Deborah could no longer hold back and came hard, trying to stifle her scream. To help her out Felicity reached out and pulled her head in, burying her face in the girls tits. 

Deborah sat there, coming down from her orgasm and relaxing into the soft pillows in front of her. Felicity ran her hands along Deborah's neck, cooing her.

"That's it Deb, shhhh. Now you know your place."

Deborah raised her head up, and looked into the teenager's eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Your place is here Deb, submitting to me, like so many women before you. You will be one of my slaves, catering to my whim. I am now your Goddess."

"But..." Deborah began to protest.

"Shhhh" Felicity leaned forward and kissed deborah and all other thoughts melted away. The teenager's lips were soft and full, and brought with them a slightly sweet taste. Deborah felt her run her tongue along her lips and parted them obediently. She whimpered as Felicity explored the inside of her mouth until she finished and leaned back again. As she did so, Deborah leaned forward, trying to lengthen the kiss. 

"Don't worry Deborah, there will be plenty of time for more." Felicity smiled beautifully as she said this. Deborah couldn't help but blush and smile shyly back, forgetting her protestation a second earlier. 

Chris let out another giggle and got up. "Well that was fun! I guess we'll see you later!" Her and Felicity now put back on their tops. 

Felicity finished Crystal's thought. "Why don't you come to my house tonight Deborah, we're having a party tonight. Wear something sexy for me will you? Here's my address." She took Deborah's phone and inputted her information. Deborah remained silent, still staring at the beautiful bodies in front of her.

"By then!" Chris waved and the girls turned around and proceeded out the door. As their hips swayed from side to side Deborah could sense that they knew that she stared at their asses as they walked out.

"Should I go?" She thought. Deborah pictured the girls beautiful bodies. "Just one more time..."



My Teenage God Ch. 04



This story is a continuation of the My Teenage God Series. In the previous stories we first followed David as he submitted to the muscular teenager Max. We then turned to the teenage goddesses Felicity and crystal as they seduced Deborah, their female tutor. We now go back to David and Max's story. The two tracks should merge soon enough. I've switched David's narrative from first to third. 

I would welcome your comments both privately and publicly. Feel free to message me if you'd like to talk privately, about anything ;).

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David awoke confused. He realized immediately That he wasn't in his own bed, but it was still quite dim and he wasn't sure where he was. David looked over at who was lying next to him and it all came rushing back - his complete and utter submission to Max, a high school kid, the night before. 

Upon remembering, David was flooded with emotion. He first felt extreme excitement and horniness. He couldn't help himself, thinking about the ecstasy of last night. This was immediately followed, of course, by a light layer of panic over how wrong what he had done was. The panichowever, was soon subdued by the impact of seeing his new Master on the bed sprawled out beside him. Max's muscular chest rose and fell with each breath, and David felt his Master's body beckoning him over as the panic lost out to a greater feeling of submission.

He lay back down into the nook between Max's arm and body and lightly grazed his hand over his new Master's nipples. Amazing. Just yesterday he had despised this younger boy, thinking that the kid was so full of himself. Now David knew he had every reason to be. His Master was a God. He could no longer deny the hold he had on him. He felt lucky to just be in the same room as him.

Davids hand drifted down and pushed away the blanket covering Max's waist and legs. At some point last night Max must have gotten up because he was now wearing boxer briefs, his huge cock's outline clearly visible on the fabric, even soft. As David moved his hand over his Master's penis, electric thrills shot through his body. His hands reached Max's strong legs, feeling the heat and the strength on the inside of his new God's upper thighs. David lovingly massaged the muscles of his Master's legs, hard and powerful even when he was asleep. 

Max stirred. "Mmm...good morning my little gay cock slave." Max's low sexy voice drove David crazy, who, having been admiring his Master's body for a while, was now dizzy with horniness.

"Good morning Master" David answered, drawing his hand away shyly. Looking into Max's face, David's heart beat fast and hard.

"You want to worship my cock this morning don't you?"

Davids pupils dialated. "Yes Master, please allow me to please you, he begged.

Max chuckled, he got out of bed and stretched, his back muscles spreading out gloriously. He slipped his thumbs into his boxer briefs and pulled down, exposing his beautiful muscular butt. 

"Kiss my ass teach." Max laughed at his own joke.

David wasted no time laughing. He eagerly scrambled to his hands and knees, still on the bed, and began licking and kissing Max's hard ass.

Max stepped away and David couldn't help but wimper. He wanted to taste and touch his Master. The dominant teen turned around and again David found himself inches away from Max's cock.

Only yesterday David had thought he found penis's quite gross. How could he have thought that when cocks like this exist in the world?

It hung low and heavy, with a slight limp to the left. Even soft David imagined he wouldn't be able to wrap his hand around it. It's sexy circumsized tip, menacing and full, invited David's complete attention. 

"You love my cock, don't you, my slave tutor?"

David just stared, wanting to reach out with his hands or his tongue but knew to wait for instructions.

"Tell me what you want, slave" Max slapped David firmly as he demanded this.

"I want to suck and worship your beautiful cock, Master. I want to feel you deep inside of me again and drink your cum with my ass or my mouth. I want you to feel pleasure in my services." David spoke quickly, meaning every word.

"Wow," Max smirked his sexy smile, "you are such a durty slut." Max grabbed his loose cock and with one big swing smacked David across the face with it, knocking David over onto the bed. "That's enough for now I think, teach." Max pulled up his boxers and walked towards the bathroom. "Put your phone number into my Iphone under 'slave teach'. I expect you gone when I get out of the bathroom," Max said as he slammed the door.

David was crestfallen both at the fact that he wouldn't get the chance to worship his Master and at the prospect that he had upsethim. He quickly and obediently got changed. His clothes were still damp after lying in a pile on the floor all night. He typed his phone number into Max's phone. As he did so he noticed Max had at least 20 other numbers in there as "slave," including "slave boss," "slave uncle" and "slave neighbor." Though he was unsurprised, given the beauty of his God, he was dissapointed to not be special.

As he walked towards the front door he heard the bathroom door open behind him.

"Oh and slave," Max began. David's heart lept thinking that he would be able to feel his Master's cock in his mouth that morning after all. But then Max continued, "don't you fucking dare jack off. You are mine now and you get off when I say you get off. I'll know if you disobey." With that Max disappeared. 

Thinking about Max's body, David knew his command would be hard to obey.

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David spent the week in misery. He craved Max with every fiber of his being. In the shower he ran his fingers in and out of his mouth, imagining they were his Master's cock. But he was frustrated by not being allowed to get off. He wanted to call his Master but he stupidly had not thought to take his number. Even if he had it he knew he would wait for Max to call him.

David was also struggling with how to keep this hidden. He knew he was going to continue to see Max in a school setting but this secret could not get out as it could ruin his life. He would have to request that his Master allow their relationship to appear professional in school. However when he received an email from Breanne, telling him that they would be having a "bonding" experience with the kids by going swimming together, he knew salta ting professional would be hard. 

Nevertheless David was eagerly looking forward to seeing Max's body again. He would just have to make sure they keep their relationship well hidden.

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The morning of tutoring came and David was almost giddy with excitement. He knew he would have to keep it appropriate but he couldn't wait to see his God Max. He still knew it was wrong but he was crazy with horniness and desire, not being permitted to get off all week.

He showed up at school and walked towards the locker rooms, where they were supposed to meet the students. There were a handful of tutors already there and David began speaking to them as they waited. He kept glancing around, trying to catch sight of Max. At one point, Deborah's students Felicity and Crystal walked by. They were giggling and flashing the tutors glimpses of what was underneath their baggy clothing. David noticed their beautiful bodies but it barely registered as he continued to search the halls for Max.

Then he saw him. His heart leaped.

Max walked down the hall in a tight grey shirt and jeans, his strong body outlined by his clothing. He strode over to the girls who both said hi, smiling. He whispered something into their ears and they laughed. David noticed Felicity whisper something back and Max looked impressed. They hugged and then Max was approaching the locker room. David seperated from his group without a word and walked towards his Master. 

But Max didn't even acknowledge him, he just strode past into the locker room, bumping a few tutors as he walked by. The tutors looked after him angrily but David only gave a sheepish shrug and tried to hide his disappointment as he and the other tutors filtered into the changeroom.

Max was getting changed, unabashed, in the middle of the floor. As the men and boys walked in most scanned Max's body up and down quickly and shyly before moving past him. Seeing this David felt a surge of pride that he had been able to see it closer. David also couldn't help but stare at his Master. His eyes had longed all week to drink in the beautiful sight of Max's body. Max's huge pecs and arms flexed powerfully as he pulled off his t-shirt. David only looked away when he began to worry others were noticing his staring. 

As David began getting changed, still dejected that his Master had ignored him, he felt a piece of fabric drop onto his shoulder. David looked around and Max was moving past him, heading towards the pool.

David took the fabric off his shoulder and looked at it. It had a note attached to it: "Wear this. Swim laps when you get out there."

It was a bright green speedo! David couldn't believe it, he had never worn anything like this! Even as he thought that, however, he knew it would quickly change. The thought of disobeying his Master barely entered his mind.

His face heated up to a bright shade of red as he put on the tight trunks. The speedo outlined his small junk, barely distinguishable through the fabric.

David walked out to the pool, a towel around his waist. When he got there he noticed Max by the other end of the pool, speaking with a couple of his buddies. Max looked quickly at David and glanced down, noticing the towel. He instantly looked angry and David knew he'd made a mistake. He quickly dropped the towel.

David spent the rest of the half hour swimming laps back and forth in the pool. His thin body on display to the school. The speedos were obviously very revealing. He was exhausted but feared disappointing Max. From time to time he paused and looked up but it seemed his Master never glanced his way. 

At one point Max was arguing with the lifeguard, who was yelling at him about having pushed his friend into the pool. Later on, however, out of the corner of David's eye, he caught Max dragging the lifeguard by the wrist into the sauna. When they came out Max was smirking, but the lifeguard just looked at the ground. Max gave him a pat on the head and ran his hand down the lifeguards cheek, who's eyes glazed over as he felt Max's touch. David knew he had a new fellow slave.

As the half-hour buzzer sounded David got out of the pool. Hornier than ever at his Master's dominance. He had seen Max head to the locker room and followed him there. Max had put on a shirt and David was about to grab his clothing when Max finally made eye contact with him and gave his head a slight shake. He nodded his head towards the door to the hall and stepped out.

David couldn't believe it, he couldn't walk through the school like this! But he also knew he couldn't disobey his Master. He took a deep breath, and with the other tutors watching, stepped towards and through the door to the hallway.

He was now in the hallway where everone else was fully dressed. This was the most embarrassing moment of his life but he followed quickly after Max, triyng to cover himself up with his hands. 

He luckily saw very few people. Most were doing thier own business and David didn't recognize the few people who did notice this twenty-something-year-old walking through the hall in just a speedo.

Thankfully he saw Max duck into a classroom and hurried after him. But before he got there he again saw Deborah's two students, and, much to his horror, Deborah as well. Deborah gave him an incredulous look but he rushed passed. He would find a way to explain this later.

He walked through the door and found Max in a classroom, leaning against the teacher's desk, smirking at him. David couldn't help but feel an instant thrill.

Stupidly though, he began to complain. "Max, I shouldn't be walking around the..." David's words died in his throat as Max began walking towards him. Having craved his Master all week he was overcome instantly with an insatiable desire for him. 

His thoughts were interupted by a hard slap to the face. "Shut the fuck up slut, you do what I tell you to do."

"Of course Master," said David, instantly regretting his stupidity.

"Besides," Max smirked, "you look like such a slut in that skimpy swimsuit."

David blushed and suppressed a smile.

"Will you give your God a twirl?"

David again couldn't help but smile shyly as he looked into his Master's handsome face. He slowly spun around and received a hard smack on his ass as he did so. He giggled, looking over his shoulder at Max. Who looked devilishly sexy in his board shorts and tight T-shirt.

"Bend over for me bitch."

David glanced towards the door, fearful that someone would walk in. Max notice this. "The teacher in this class is a slave of mine, we won't be disturbed, probably. But you know what, I'm not going to lock the door. It's much more fun that way don't you think?"

"Yes Master," said David, knowing his place. He walked to the teachers table and bent over, resting his chest on the table and sticking out his ass obediently.

Max walked up behind him and rested his hands on David's small feminine butt. David let out a long suppressed moan. He'd been wanting to feel his Master's touch all week. 

Max brought back his hands and gave David a hard spank on his right cheek, then his left cheek, and repeated this many times. Each time David gave a yell of pleasure and pain.

"Yeah you like that you fucking slut, you want to feel my long cock between your cheeks dont you?"

David moaned, "god yes Master, i've missed you so much this week."

"I know you have slave." Max paused his spanking and pulled down David's speedo. David breathed fast, excited now, knowing his Master would soon be inside of him. He looked back and saw his Master lower his board shorts. He moaned as he saw Max's cock for the first time since last week.

"Turn around and get me ready. Just your hands you slut, no mouth."

David quickly turned around and took Max's cock in his hands. He again felt the heat before he touched it and was again amazed by it's girth and heavyness. 

He found the smooth thin skin around his cock intoxicating and started as the proud head of his god's cock swelled up. He pumped back and forth until his arms tired, staring up at his huge and muscular teenage Master.

"Okay now open up bitch"

David stopped pumping and opened his mouth wide, eagerly staring up at his Master. 

Max just looked for a while, smirking. Then he slowly dipped his huge cock towards David's eager and waiting mouth. 

David was about to start worshiping his Master's cock but then Max spoke.

"Don't do anything. You obey what I say, and I told you to open your mouth, that is all".

David whimpered but Max continued to simply rest his cock on his tongue, the head just about entering his mouth. David was going crazy with lust. He just wanted his Master's cock in his mouth or ass. The salty strong scent and taste of his Master's cock filled his mind and taste. All there was in the world was this cock. But he would not suck, he would do as told.

He looked up at his Master's handsome face, begging with his eyes. Max smirked down at him and reached into his shorts pocket on the table next to him. He pulled out his phone and aimed the camera at David's face on his cock.

David almost moved before he stopped himself. He couldn't disobey. "Master please don't" he pleaded, his voice muffled by the cock on his tongue.

"Don't you want to please Master? This picture pleases me."

Resigned, David stopped his objection and waited toturously and patiently for his Master's futher instructions. 

After what seemed like ages of pictures, Max finally put away his phone. "You may worship my cock."

David went to work. He licked the long thick shaft back and forth while looking into his Master's beautiful eyes. He massaged the teenager's huge balls and gripped his strong ass as he began to bob back and forth. He gagged as he tried to take Max deeper and deeper, wanting to please him. He was lost in ecstasy and soon came onto the floor, but never paused. Pleasing his Master was more important than pleasing himself.

To his slave's disappointment, Max pulled his cock out of David's mouth. He proceeded to lift David up under the armpits.

David looked up at his Master as he was easily lifted. Max's arme and chest muscles flared with the (slight) effort and David rand his hands over Max's large pecs before joining them behind his neck. Max now held David up with one arm as the other aimed his giant cock upwards towards Davids ass. 

Davids legs wrapped around Max's big torso as he moaned in anticipation of being penetrated. He began to lick Max's neck and kiss the scruff of his cheek, crazy with lust as Max teased his ass with his cock head.

Finally after what seemed like ages Max lowered his slave onto his huge cock. As he eased into David's ass David let out a thankful moan. 

"Oh god Master, I've missed you so much. You're so fucking amazing Max. I love your huge cock in my ass." David didn't even know what he was saying, the words just flowed out of him as he came to rest at the base of Max's cock. All week, David had craved the feel of his Master's Cock buried deep inside of him. 

Max held David still, fully impaled by his cock. David felt one with his Master, a hand puppet for the teenager's cock, completely under his control. 

"Beg for me slave."

"Please Sir, fuck me with your giant cock! Allow my ass to pleasure you!" David looked into his Master's eyes pleadingly, their faces close together. 

"Would you like to kiss me before I fuck you slave?"

David's eyes dropped down to Max's lips and his mouth began to water. "Yes sir, please sir." David began to lean in. 

Max, still holding David up with one hand under the his ass, grabbed the tutor by his hair on th back of his head, holding him an inch away from his lips. 

"Do you have a family slave?"

David looked up at his Master's eyes. He hesitated now. But he knew he must answer "Yes...I do." 

"Where do they live?"

"Master, my parents live in town with my siblings."

"You will bring me to them soon."

Fear gripped David's heart. "Please master, let me please you in a different way. I don't want my..." David lost his train of thought because he felt Max moving his head, slowly bringing their lips closer together. Again he stared at his Master's mouth.

"You will bring me to them. Yes?" As Max said this he flexed his penis inside David, causing the tutor to suddenly moan. 

David couldn't resist. "Yes sir." With that Max released the back of David's head and David immediately brought his lips to his Master's. He kissed and sucked on Max's lips desperately. Max stuck out his tongue and David bobbed up and down on it like a little cock. The Max began to pump in and out of David's ass and David's head fell back in ecstasy. 

David moaned loudly with each thrust now, not thinking or caring about whether the whole school heard him. Max pumped in and out and David loved every second of it. He brought his head back up and kissed Max's face as he got fucked. 

In his sexual haze, David looked up at Max, who now looked intense as he dominated his tutor. David was struck with adoration for his god and decided to say so. "I love you Master!"

Max looked at him and broke into a smile and began to chuckle. David was filled with joy and continued. "I love you. I love your hard cock and strong body. I love your commands and pleasing you." He kissed Max's neck as he spoke. 

Mac was laughing now and David realized he was laughing at his own utter submission. But he didn't care. He knew he meant every word. 




My Teenage God Ch. 04



Max stopped laughing. "Okay you pathetic cock whore that's enough with that," Max said, shutting David up. 

Max transfered David onto the teachers table so that he was on his hands and knees, facing away from Max, the huge cock still buried in his ass. Max's thrusting increased in speed and David pushed back into each thrust, wanting his Master's cock as deep inside as possible, still moaning in pleasure.

"Oh fuck you're a fucking cock loving slut," Max was now getting close.

At that moment the door opened and two male students walked in to a sight that shocked them. They recognized Max from school, and he was naked and pumping his cock in and out of a much older guy.

David looked over in shock but he couldn't stop bouncing back towards his Master's cock. He was desperate to please Max. 

Max looked over at the captivated boys as he said to David, "here it comes slut!" Max let loose his orgasm deep into his tutor. 

David, feeling his Master's cum filling him up, came himself, squirting pathetically onto the teachers table.

As they slowed, Max pulled out and faced the students.

Now that David looked over he noticed that the two boys who had walked in weren't the same age. In fact they looked so similar that they must be brothers. One looked to be slightly older than Max and the other slightly younger. 

The boys stared at Max, clearly awestruck by his muscular power. Their eyes roamed up and down, unable to look away from his broad shoulders, 8pack abs, and monster dripping cock. "David," Max demanded, "clean me off."

David, ashamed to be displaying his submission in front of other students, got down from the table and began to clean off his Master's cock with his mouth.

The whole time Max did not break eye contact with the boys.

"Join my slave here you two," Max demanded.

The boys hesitated and looked at eachother. They looked momentarily ashamed but then looked back at Max and, unable to resist, walked slowly over. When they reached Max they dropped to their knees beside David and tentatively began licking up Max's long shaft, now soft. All three licked Max's cock up and down. David's felt his tongue make contact and run along both brothers as all three cleaned and worshiped Max's cock. 

Max soon pulled his cock back and put his shorts back on. He reached out three of his fingers. "Keep going."

All three of us now began sucking on his fingers, one finger each. Soon he took that away too but with his hands now pushed our mouths together. It was clear what he wanted and we were soon all kissing, our tongues swirling together as we explored each others mouths. Knowing Max was watching David was incredibly turned on at the idea of pleasing him as he watched. He tried to put extra emphasis, sucking on both boys tongues and lips.

Max chuckled. "Bye bye girls."

David and the brothers separated and watched Max walk out of the room. They all looked at eachother, the thrill of kissing gone now that they weren't doing it to please Max. One by one, the brothers got up and left, unable to meet eachother's eyes.

David stayed and put the speedo back on. 

Fuck, now he had to get back to the lockers.