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The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 01

By: pauldrake666



I was pissed. Really pissed.

The alarm on my bedside table had just woken me to face what I knew would be another week of utter tedium. As I clambered out of bed I shook my head at how I had allowed myself to be put into this position. Why was I allowing my considerable talents to be so tragically wasted?

I got on with my morning routine. As I got out of the shower my mood lifted. I looked across into the mirror and saw my reflection. I immediately grinned, somehow being reminded about how hot I was made all my problems seem much less significant.

Nobody could deny how sexy I was and the power it gave me over weak-minded men who couldn't stop drooling when they encountered me. Well who could blame them? I was a tall, blonde bombshell. I took a moment to admire myself. My sleek blonde hair hung round my shoulders and my tight, tanned body glistened as the light reflected off my still wet body.

I cupped my huge, firm double F breasts in hands, brushing my sensitive nipples and sighing with contentment. My hands then wandered down my flat, toned stomach before reaching the folds of my shaved, tight snatch.

I gently rubbed my sensitive clit and let out a low moan. God I needed to get laid. It had been far too long. That thought snapped me out of my reverie and I quickly reached for a towel knowing I did not have long before heading to school.

School. The thought crashed me back to reality again and my mood darkened once more. And as I continued to get ready my mind drifted back to the start of this horrendous assignment.

Life had been so good. I had been flying up the ranks of the vice squad, all my years of hard work starting to pay off. I loved my job. There was nothing more satisfying than bringing down arrogant good for nothing criminals. The bigger the better and I had netted some pretty big fish recently. 

I loved the whole process. Staking them out, figuring out their weaknesses and then bringing them down. Seeing their arrogant, cocky faces stumble and falter as I laid out the evidence in the interrogation room and they realised they would not see the outside of a high-security prison again.

But then Billy, my stupid boss, had called me into his office and given me this stupid, poxy assignment. I could remember the conversation like it had happened yesterday.

"Sophia I've got a new job for you. It's undercover and I think you're perfect for it."

My heart jumped. I loved undercover work as Billy knew. It was my favourite. I loved working my way into seedy gangs, gaining their trust and then ensnaring them. It was so unbelievably satisfying to see their reaction when they realised they had been duped by the girl who they had seen as just a dumb blonde.

"Great you know how much I love undercover work", I replied, perhaps a bit too quickly.

Billy chuckled. "That's great. Well here's the deal. We've been so successful the last few years in stemming the tide of criminal filth. And you've been a massive part of that. But our new boss is keen for us to do better."

I straightened up slightly as Billy continued, annoyed at the implied criticism of our work.

"The problem is that as we arrest each kingpin another one comes along to take his place. And they are getting younger and younger too. We need to go lower down the food chain and try to get the arrest before their activities escalate."

I didn't like where this was going and felt it ominous now that I had already agreed to something that sounded like it was going to be beneath me. I brought down the biggest and the best.

"So I've been asked to run an undercover op at Sunville High. We have lots of reports about gang activity there, it's an absolute cesspit and is the roughest public school in the Valley."

I was stunned. Billy wanted to send me to a school. A fucking school?! What was he thinking? I had bigger fish to fry than little boys acting big. Had he gone mad?

"Don't pull that face with me Roberts. You've already agreed to the op so I don't want any whining from you."

I knew he was serious. He didn't address me by my surname very often, only when he wanted to make absolutely clear who was in charge.

"But, sir, don't you think there are bigger cases that I would be more suited to. I'm sure Angie would love this assignment".

"I've been told this is our number one priority so I'm putting my best officer on it. No arguments."

I was raging inside but I knew better than to argue further. Billy was a good boss but when he gave a clear, direct order he expected discipline from his officers. My training kicked in and I meekly said, "Yes, boss."

I woke up from my daydream and finished packing my bag. As I drove to school I reflected on the last few weeks. Billy had been right about one thing. Sunville was an absolute cesspit. It was clear the students ran the school rather than the teachers. Most of them were too scared to challenge bad behaviour.

There was a clear social hierarchy with the jocks at the top ruling the roost. They were worshiped by the hot chicks and intimidated the teachers into letting them get away with whatever they wanted. Drug dealing went on blatantly in the corridors and the school was littered with used condoms from the students sexual exploits.

I had quickly established that there was one main gang which ruled the school based around the football team. The ring leader was unsurprisingly the star quarterback, a dumb bone-headed 18 year-old jock by the name of Troy Fratelli. He strutted around the place like he owned the joint which to be fair he practically did.

The cheap sluts all swooned whenever he passed and were desperate to get his attention. And it wasn't hard to see why. He was hot. Well, no not hot, more like scorching. He was tall, about 6' 5'', dark and had a rugged face. His strong, angular jaw line made him look incredibly masculine and imposing. This combined with a killer smile - and dimples to match - made practically all of the girls putty in his hands.

I couldn't deny, as much as I wanted to, the effect he had on me when I first saw him. As I took him in for the first time I felt slightly breathless as my eyes wandered ravenously over his strong, muscular body. I felt my pussy tingle. Of course, I'd quickly regained my composure and easily batted away his sexual innuendo.

I was a red blooded woman after all, but I had learnt long ago the importance of self-control. I loved sex. But only when I was in charge. My favourite thing in the world was taking a cocky, arrogant jock and breaking him, turning him into a toy for my pleasure. But I pushed these thoughts away, ever professional, keeping my eye on what was important.

Troy had clearly let his status get to his head and I knew that would be his downfall and I had spent the last few weeks learning how his gang worked and who the key players were. It was clear that he used sex as a weapon to get what he wanted.

It was impossible to miss the rumours about him. I would hear the sluts bragging to their mates about what he had done to them and about how big he was. This always made me laugh inside. These dumb, inexperienced little girls had no idea what a real man was like.

There was no doubt that Troy was impressive and his operation was certainly more professional than I had expected. But at the end of the day he was still only a boy. I had brought down some really nasty pieces of work in my time and Troy wasn't in their league. Smashing his gang would be like taking candy from a baby.

I had of course kept Billy up to date with my progress although my reports were less detailed than normal given how pissed I was with him still for putting me through this boredom.

I pulled up in my rusty old car, picked up my bag and stepped out. I was immediately confronted by the usual wolf whistling. One of the hardest things about being undercover was having to play the dopey teacher, intimidated by these little shits. In reality I could break their balls but I had to play along.

So as I walked to my classroom, I had to blush at the catcalling and the comments about my tits and arse. To be fair they weren't wrong about my body. I was proud of it. It gave me power and I loved that power. I kept in great shape with a regular gym work out. Having reached my late twenties I felt in peak physical condition.

My plans for bringing down this pathetic gang and getting back to real detective work were coming to fruition. If all went well I would only have a couple more weeks in the godforsaken school.

The day was dreary and uneventful. When I had finished my lessons I got a call to see the principal. As I walked into her office I looked down at her. She was so plain and bland. Even her name, Jessica Frost, was boring. Of course, she was completely ineffectual and didn't know half the things which went on under her very nose. Most of the time she had a vacant look as though spaced out. At times I wondered if she was doped up she seemed so stupid.

She looked up at me. "Ah Roxy thanks for making the time to see me. Take a seat."

I smiled a fake simpering smile and sat down as instructed while fighting back the urge to roll my eyes at her insipidness and the equally powerful urge to laugh at my ridiculous pseudonym, Roxy Heart.

"I'm sad to say I've had a complaint about your teaching methods from a student."

It was like I'd been slapped. What the fuck was going on? First off my teaching was better than the rest of the useless staff in this place despite my lack of training. And secondly who gives a shit what a student thinks?

"Usually I wouldn't care about a complaint but I have to on this occasion."

"Who was it?" I asked a little too sharply. I had to rein myself in and not let my temper get the better of me.

"Troy Fratelli".

That jumped up little shit! My heart was pounding with anger but I couldn't let this show. I kept my voice calm and measured.

"What is his problem."

"He says that he is struggling to get math and he needs a good grade to get a place in college. He doesn't think you are giving him enough attention. As you know Troy is our star quarterback and our football team is, we both know, pretty much the only good thing about this school. I don't want him put off his game."

My immediate impulse was to snap back that if he wanted to do better he should spend less time shagging his way through the school and dealing drugs and more time studying. But again I kept this thought to myself.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Well Troy has asked if you could give him some private tuition. To go over the key concepts again and talk through the issues he has."

My brain immediately went onto red alert and smelt a rat. It had been clear from the moment they had met that Troy had wanted her. She had seen the hungry look in his piercing green eyes as he looked at her. No lesson would go by without him making a pass at her. She had laughed it off and made sure to keep her distance.

"I realise this is not exactly standard practice but if you are able to do it I would really appreciate it. He asked if you could do one session a week with him on Saturdays at 6 at his house."

I paused before responding, weighing up my options. I sensed danger. It seemed unlikely that Troy really cared about his grades and this was just a ploy to ensnare me. He no doubt wanted to get a piece of my ass. My instincts were telling me to refuse and keep my distance.

But the risk taking side of me said it was an opportunity. I could find out more about the gang and how it worked if I got closer to him. It was risky, but I was used to taking risks and after the tedium of the last few weeks I could do with an adrenaline kick.

The cocky little shit had probably pulled this trick with all the teachers he fancied. He had the subtlety of a brick. Well he was about to get a shock - his teachers were nothing like me. Plus if things did get nasty I would have back up on call within minutes.

"Of course Jessica. I know how important the football team is to the school so I'll do my best to get his grades up to scratch."

"Fantastic. I really appreciate your willingness to go that extra yard, it means a lot."

I got up to leave thinking the meeting was over but as I reached the door Jessica spoke again and I turned to face her again.

"Roxy you're new here so you're still learning the ropes but you will find out that making Troy happy makes your life a lot easier."

She gave me a knowing smile and it suddenly clicked with me. It was clear that Troy's tentacles had extended as far as the Principal's office. He thought he was invincible but he was about to get a rude awakening.

I took my time getting dressed the following Saturday. The prospect of danger had me wet with anticipation. I'm the ultimate adrenaline junkie and this was my fix.

I picked my clothes carefully. I knew from experience that I could use my body to get men to dance to my tune so I put on a classy black dress which showed off my long, shapely legs and which had a plunging neckline, proudly displaying my firm, plump breasts.

I knew exactly what was going to happen. Troy was going to make a move on me and I was going to charm and flatter him, lead him on, tease him, use him and get out of there with all the evidence I needed to bring him down.

As I felt the excitement flooding through my veins a pang of embarrassment hit me. Was this what I had been reduced to? Getting excited about bringing some low life good-for-nothing nobody to justice. This was beneath me and I knew it but my professional training meant I had to push that to one side and get on with the job in hand.

I had put all the usual precautions in place. I'd told Billy about my plans and had packed my alarm safely into my handbag so that I could call back up if I needed it.

As I drove into his neighbourhood the hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end as I prepared myself for what I was about to do. I pulled up at the address I had been given and stepped out into the warm evening air.

I felt incongruent in my surroundings which were grim in the extreme. I was truly a diamond surround by detritus. The pavement was uneven and strewn with rubbish and I approached the block of flats with trepidation noticing as I approached the needles which had been discarded on the ground.

There was tension in the air and the streets were largely unoccupied. The few people who were around were walking hurriedly to their destination. This was a bad neighbourhood and nobody wanted to linger. I shivered with excitement as I pressed the intercom buzzer. After a few moments a low, baritone voice smoothly spoke, telling me to come on up and the door unlocked.

I stepped across the threshold and saw the block was in even worse condition than the streets. There were puddles of what looked like dried sick on the floor and the air was stale. I walked quickly up the stairs, my heels clanking loudly on the floor until I reached the right door and knocked again.

Within a few seconds the door swung open and my senses were assaulted. The first thing that hit me was the smell of the place. It reeked of sex. There was no other way to describe it. The musky, masculine, primal, dirty smell was intoxicating and temporarily disorientating.

But that wasn't what shocked me most. Troy was stood in the doorway wearing just the skimpiest pair of red boxer shorts I'd seen in my life. My eyes were mesmerised by the sight before me. I knew he was hot but this was incredible. He was quite simply the finest male specimen I had ever seen.

Troy was all muscle, his arms and legs rippled with menacing power. His shoulders were broad and his large pectoral muscles were thrust proudly out towards me. His torso was rock solid and he looked like he had more of an 8 pack than a 6 pack, his muscles were so well defined. But he didn't look like a body building freak either. His muscles clung to his body perfectly.

And he had a perfect all-over tan. His body was a rich, dark mahogany colour, which only accentuated his strength and masculinity and made his muscles seem even more defined.

My eyes were drawn though, like a magnet, to his crotch. It was clear the rumours about him were true. The material bulged obscenely as it tried to contain the meat within. He was big, and by the looks of it he wasn't even hard yet.

A few moments had passed before I could recover my composure. I looked up to his face which had broken into a wide, cocky grin as he watched my reaction to his display. Seeing his arrogance woke me up from my daze and I was furious at myself for letting him get this small initial victory.

"Sorry Miss Heart" he purred coolly "I was running behind schedule. Just wait a minute while a grab some clothes."

There was something strange about the way he said my name but I thought nothing of it. It was taking all my mental energy to control my libido and concentrate. My pussy was betraying me though as it tingled and moistened, wracked by desire.

He stepped back from the door and I crossed the threshold. Troy indicated that I should go through to what appeared to be a dining room and I sat at the table, placing my hand bag down next to me.

As I walked freely into the flat I felt a pang in the bottom of my stomach. It was my defence mechanism screaming to me that I was walking into a dangerous trap. I already felt like my usually absolute control was starting to slip. But instead of listening to my impulses I suppressed them. My training kicked in and the logical, rational side of my brain reasserted itself telling me this was just a boy and reminding me that I had busted far worse and more dangerous men in my career.

Troy left to get dressed and I woke up to the job in hand. Jumping up from my chair I took advantage of the opportunity of being alone in the room to plant a few bugs in strategic locations which would undoubtedly provide some crucial intelligence.

The room itself was a complete mess. It was strewn with clothing garments, most of them obviously from chicks he had banged. There were a huge range of thongs of various colours, shapes and sizes.

The conscious part of my brain was repelled by this disgusting state of affairs. But another part of me was turned on as evidenced by my pussy continuing to wetten, to the extent that I started to worry it might even become visible. However much I wanted to deny it I was turned on. This wasn't Troy's flat or his home. It was his lair, the place he brought girls back to so that he could fuck them into submission. Well I wasn't the submissive type and he wouldn't be adding me to his list of conquests.

As I regained control I chastised myself for my weakness. Sure Troy was hot (ok insanely hot) and yes he clearly had a big dick but I had seen his type before. I thought back to my college days when I had really let go sexually.

My room had seen a procession of fit, hung jocks be chewed up and spat out again. I loved the look on their faces as we started to fuck and they realised for the first time in their lives that they weren't good enough. That I was better. And instead of using me, I was going to use them. Milk them dry, play with them like a toy until I got bored and moved onto the next one. And they were college guys, this was just a jumped up boy. Sure, technically he was 18 and so therefore a man now. But he wasn't a real man yet. He couldn't be.

These thoughts were still racing through my mind when Troy re-entered the room. He was now wearing a polo shirt which was so tight that I could still see his rippling muscles and his shorts left his powerful legs on show.

This time I was better prepared and able to keep it together. I knew I had to regain control of the situation.

"So what did you want to look through exactly Mr. Fratelli" I said reasserting the boundary between us.



The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 01



To my surprise he picked up a textbook and opened it before asking me a few basic questions. He pulled his chair close to mine and I could smell him. It seemed like he'd worked out and not bothered to have a shower because he had a musky odor which should have repelled me but again my pussy seemed to have a different opinion as it got even wetter.

Troy was good I had to give him that. He was clearly well versed in the art of seduction. He leaned in close to me so that our bodies were just inches apart. I could see that he wanted me. His eyes kept dropping to my cleavage and I grew in confidence. He was a sap like all the rest, a pawn for me to use and discard.

We sat there for several minutes chatting though his dull, asinine questions when suddenly out of the blue he lunged at me. Our lips locked together and, caught off guard, I did not immediately pull away. His lips were smooth but he took dominant control, his tongue invading my mouth and ravaging it.

Quickly I caught myself and pulled away angrily.

"What do you think you're doing Troy?"

He had a gleam of triumph in his eyes. But I could see that he was hungry - hungry for me. His eyes were on fire with a blazing passion that I could not remember seeing before. And for the first time I began to doubt myself. I wasn't sure I could control this force of nature and I clutched my handbag tightly, ready to send out a call for help if I needed it.

Troy sat there for a moment. His eyes locked to mine. "I think that's pretty obvious, miss". He emphasised the last word, tauntingly, almost mocking me and before I could fire off a retort he added "and I think you liked it, didn't you?"

"Don't flatter yourself. I've had men, real men. Why would I have interest in a boy?"

I smirked in triumph as I saw the anger on his face at this slight on his masculinity and pressed my advantage.

"You might have your pick of cheap sluts your own age but I'm a mature woman. So let's cut this out and get back to work."

"Stop lying to yourself. I know you want me." As he said this he stood up and approached me slowly and continued, "Are you afraid you wont be able to handle this?" as he grabbed hold of his sizeable bulge.

He was now only inches away from me again. I could see his trouser snake growing as he groped it. I could smell his musk again. It was driving me wild with a lust I had never known before. He towered over me and I could feel his power emanating from his body. I felt the urge to reach out and lose myself in those big, strong arms and let him have his way with me.

But I knew that I was stronger. I had to be stronger. This was a weakness, an infatuation. I needed to regain control and fast.

"No, Mr. Fratelli. I don't want you. I'm here to teach you and if you are not interested in learning then I think I had better leave." But even as I spoke my voice was faltering and I knew he could sense my weakness.

"I'm sure there are plenty of things a mature, sexy lady like you could teach me," he replied with a leer.

I didn't like the way this was going. Things were off track and I couldn't trust myself to stay. For the first time in my life I feared that I would be too weak. I needed to get out of this place. Everything about it was fogging my brain and stopping me from thinking rationally.

"Right well in that case I think I had better go".

Troy's demeanour changed immediately. He went from playful to angry within a microsecond.

His response was fired back with venom "I don't think so, miss."

This time when he lunged I was ready. He made to grab my throat but I was too quick for him, knocking his hand away and jumping backwards quickly. Knowing I had only a matter of seconds I flung open my handbag and plunged my hand inside, reaching for the alarm which would send back up racing to help me. It would be embarrassing to need it and it would blow the operation but I felt more uncomfortable than I'd ever felt before in my life. Things were not going to plan and I wasn't used to that.

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't find the alarm! My hand moved around my small handbag frantically as I began to panic. He would be upon me in seconds and it just had to be here somewhere.

I was brought back to reality by a loud, taunting laughter. I looked up and saw Troy holding my alarm, a huge grin on his face.

I felt like I had been struck in the face by icy, cold water. My brain struggled to compute what had happened but my body had already processed what this meant. It shivered in fear. Fear like I had never felt before in my life.

My conscious mind continued its frustrated torment. How had he known about the alarm? Was my cover blown? How was I going to get out of this? All these questions raced through my head but no answers came.

"Looking for this?" he finally said in that mocking, arrogant tone. Without another word he dropped the alarm in front of him, lifted his foot and brought his shoe crashing down on it so that it smashed into thousands of tiny pieces across the floor. It was another demonstration of his strength and power and again my traitorous cunt grew wetter even as my fear grew.

"So it's just me and you, isn't it miss?" he said calmly as he walked slowly towards me.

I backed away until my back hit the wall. I was cornered and he knew it. He bore down on me, his hulking figure seeming more imposing than ever. But whatever he was capable of I wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Using my martial arts training I ran forward and jumped, launching an acrobatic kick to Troy's head. My foot hit its target, the stiletto hitting him in the side of the head. He staggered back, dazed. I knew that I had to get out so I ran past him but just as I thought I was clear I felt his huge hands clawing me back.

"I don't think so, bitch," he said. His tone was so threatening that I shuddered as he twisted me round and slapped me so hard around the face that spit was forced from my mouth and the room started to spin.

I fell backwards onto the floor but jumped up quickly. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I faced my nemesis again, once again positioned between me and the door. I took heart from the trickle of blood which ran down his head from the earlier blow.

I ran forward again and went to kick him where I knew it would really hurt: his balls. But he was ready this time and deflected the blow, knocking me off balance. As I struggled to recover he launched himself at me, pinning me to the floor.

I squirmed and writhed in an attempt to free myself but he was so strong. He lowered his head, ready to plant another unwelcome kiss onto my lips.

In desperation I kicked like an angry mule and my knee connected with his balls. As he screamed in agony his grip lessened and I was able to free myself.

As I got to my feet I spun around, realising that I was still trapped and saw Troy again regaining his feet. The sight was terrifying. He was angry. So angry. And that scared me while also turning me on in a way I had never felt before.

I tried to clear my mind and remember my training and as he again launched himself at me I moved deftly and quickly to flip his flying body past me until it hit the wall behind with a sickening crash.

I stood over him. My heart was racing and my adrenaline was pumping. I felt more alive than I'd ever felt before. I knew that I should run and get out while I still had the chance but I couldn't. I had to put Troy in his place and show him nobody got the better of Sophia Roberts.

The sight of his georgous, prone body sent my emotions into overdrive and the chance to assert my sexual superiority overwhelmed all other considerations.

I stood over him, my feet planted either side of his hulking body. He looked groggy as he started to regain consciousness.

"The bigger they come the harder they fall" I taunted him. "Nobody gets the better of me you pathetic, dumb jock". My cunt was leaking now as I felt a dominant high and my pride swelled at having bested this animal. "And don't you forget it."

As I said these final words I spat in his face and started to raise my foot. But as it came crashing down on his face I saw him move with incredible speed. His hand reached out and grabbed hold of my foot, twisting it away from his head and causing me to rock on my feet. Simultaneously he launched his foot into the air and with a sickening thud it connected with my cunt.

The pain was excruciating beyond belief. My overconfidence had proved my undoing and I fell backwards. Troy took immediate advantage of my incapacity and grabbed hold of my leg with his huge, bucket like hands. He twisted it viciously and I heard an awful crack.

I writhed and struggled and tried to free myself from his grasp but his huge hands had me in a vice like grip and he was relentlessly pulling me closer to him. As our bodies pressed together I could feel his prick rubbing against my thigh as he administered another huge slap to the face.

My free hands were flailing, firing off a series of jabs into his upper torso. Each one was as ineffectual as the last. But the exertion was starting to take its toll on me.

He pulled me roughly across to the couch situated across the room and as he sat me down he yanked my hair back and spat menacingly into my ear, "We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way."

He then let go and stepped back, looming over me imposingly, a leer across his face.

I was dazed and confused. I had seriously underestimated Troy. My training and experience had not prepared me for how to handle this and as I tried to think straight I knew that I could not fight him physically. He was just too big and strong. I'd have to try and talk my way out of this.

"You thought I was a stupid little kid didn't you? You were so arrogant, so confident well you're not so confident now are you? Pig!"

He said the last word with such venom that I knew my cover was blown, a fact which was obviously clear to Troy too.

"Oh yes Roxy, if that's even you're real name. I know that you're a pig. And do you know what I don't really like it when pigs poke their nose into my business. I'm going to teach you a lesson which you'll never forget so that you never interfere in what doesn't concern you again. I'm going to show you what happens to pigs that mess with the Fratelli's. They get roasted." He emphasised the word with such force that I panicked inside. I was in over my head and I was finally starting to realise it.

"But how?" I found the words escaping my mouth before I could stop them.

"When I first met you I thought you were pretty clever but you turned out to be another dumb bitch. It wasn't too hard to figure it out but enough talking we need to teach you your lesson. You never know you might even enjoy it."

Only now did I fully comprehend what I was facing. Troy certainly wasn't a boy. But he wasn't a man either. He was a beast and he was ready to feast on his prey.

In that moment I struggled with the gamut of emotions which flooded my body. I was wracked with fear. I was out of my depth and utterly unprepared for what I was facing. By comparison all the other criminals I had tackled in the past seemed like rookies and amateurs. But fear wasn't the only thing I felt. A more powerful, primal feeling pressed in on me from all sides: arousal. I felt incredibly horny and judging by the growing bulge in front of my head I wouldn't have to wait long for my arousal to be sated.

But still I felt the urge to resist. The urge to fight. He could beat me and force himself on me but that was physical and in the end I would have my revenge. I just had to stay strong and not allow my lust overpower me. I was afraid that if I did that I would be lost forever.

As all these thoughts ran through my head Troy was stripping and as he pulled down his underwear I gasped in shock. Swinging up from his pants and hitting his solid granite like abs was the longest, thickest dick I had ever seen in my life and that included a lot of extreme porn.

It must have been over a foot long and as a thick as a cock can. It more resembled a small arm than a dick. It looked angry. The purple head flared, its helmet protruding out, even thicker than the shaft and the size of a plum. I was gushing now. Despite my best efforts I was failing in my attempts to control my most base desires.

I knew straight away what this was. It was a weapon. A lethal pussy-plundering, bitch-breaking, slut-shredding, twat-taming, cunt-cleaving, fanny-fucking, vulva-volleying, hymen-hammering, labia-lashing, womb-walloping, derriere-drilling, booty-battering, ass-annihilating weapon of destruction. It was an exocet missile and I was its target.

Troy laughed again at me yet again, a recurring theme it seemed. "I thought you would be a challenge but you're just as pathetic as all the high school sluts. All your swagger, all you confidence, all your experience. None of it means anything now, does it?"

"You might deny it. But I know you want me. I know what a wet pussy smells like. And I can smell yours. It's leaking because it wants me. It wants to be fucked." He wasn't wrong. But I was in denial. I opened my mouth to protest.

But before I could utter a response he had swiftly moved forward, thrusting his hips and forcing his cock inside my mouth, shutting me up. It was so big that I struggled to accommodate it in my petite mouth. I struggled to open my mouth wider, straining my jaws to allow this huge meat stick entry.

It was so hot and heavy. My tongue ran down the base of its shaft, along the sizeable vein protruding out. I couldn't believe how hard it was. It was as hard as steel but as smooth as velvet

I couldn't help myself. I was in complete torment, torn between my desire and my need to stay in control. But Troy was impatient now at my feeble efforts and roughly grabbed the back of my head, jamming it forward.

His cock slid further back and he manoeuvred himself so that his shaft was pointed down my throat. At this point my thoughts were irrelevant. He was the one in complete control of this situation. He thrust his hips forward further and I felt him push further down my throat than I thought was physically possible. He was obviously used to using throats to get himself off. 

But this wasn't just deep throating his dick, it felt like it was reaching right down to my oesophagus. I struggled to breath. His invading spear occupied the entirety of my mouth and throat.

I looked down in shock to see that there were still several inches outside my mouth. This was impossible I thought. But I couldn't deny the evidence. He was literally hung like a horse and boy did he know it.

Hr could feel me panicking now as I struggled to breath and he started shit talking me too, adding to my anxiety.

"Yeah how does that feel, pig? How do you like my baseball bat stuffed down your little throat? Not such a boy now am I? I'm going to enjoy breaking you in and showing you what a real man can do. Once I've finished with you you won't know what day of the week it is never mind what your cover story is. You won't be a clever, jumped up pig then. You'll be a jabbering cum-hungry slut willing to do anything to get your next fix of the Troy Fratelli treatment."

A few hours ago I would have heard those words and thought they were idle braggadocio. But now I knew better. Now I knew that he was being utterly truthful. It should have terrified me but the fear was ebbing away now. It was being replaced by my hunger for his cock. I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion. I didn't care about the case. I didn't care about the police. For the first time in my life I wasn't in control. I was being forced to submit to a superior.

And I absolutely loved it.

I felt myself feeling light headed as my body protested at the lack of oxygen. Just as I felt like I was about to pass out I felt movement in my mouth and I gasped for air. The disorientation and overpowering sexual fog in the room meant I couldn't think. My conscious brain had lost and my bodily desire had won.

Before I could regain my composure I felt his fuck stick plunge back down as Troy started fucking my throat. Slowly at first but then quicker and quicker he thrust his hips backwards and forwards. He was using his pecker to punch the back of my throat, utterly degrading me for his enjoyment.

I became lost in the frenzy. I didn't know what was up or down. And I didn't care. I was no longer Sophia Richards, top vice-squad detective. I had become Troy's sex-crazed slut. My purpose wasn't catching criminals, it was getting Troy off.

As I became overwhelmed with lust my hands reacted instinctually. One reached up and wrapped itself along the base of his shaft and massaged his apricot sized gonads. The other reached down and reached up my skirt, pulling aside my now soaking panties and reaching inside my wet folds.

I knew that this would show Troy that I wanted him. That I needed him. It would entrench yet further his dominance over me. But I didn't care. All that mattered now was satisfying my lust.

He continued to show no mercy as he roughly pulled my head backwards and forwards. Spit was flying everywhere. It was so degrading but so intoxicating. I was already more turned on than I had ever been before in my life.

Eventually after what seemed like hours I felt his prick shudder and expand before firing shot after shot of hot, thick cum straight into my stomach. But it kept on coming and soon my mouth had filled up. I tried desperately to swallow every drop. It was so warm and creamy. I wanted it all inside me.

I felt like I was choking. I was going to die here, drown in his baby batter. But then I felt him roughly pull out, but his huge cannon kept on firing and the next thing I knew my face was being covered in white gooey liquid, blinding my eyes and rolling off my chin onto my huge, natural tits.

I fell back onto the couch feeling utterly spent. My brain had ceased to function properly. I did not even think about how far I had fallen or how I had let myself be degraded. My conscious brain was too shocked by the turn of events that it had shut down.

Unable to reason or process what was happening I was left with only my animalistic urges. And that urge was to let this powerful alpha male turn me into his fuck slut.

As I opened up my eyes I saw Troy taking a photo of me, his latest conquest. I glanced across the room at a mirror, propped up against the floor and was taken aback at the sight which greeted me. My hair was a complete mess, frazzled after Troy's frantic assault. And my face was unrecognisable, my make-up was smeared across my face and it was utterly plastered in cum. What I had thought was a classy black dress was now flecked with stains. I looked like a cheap whore. I couldn't believe the transformation from the powerful, confident woman which had stepped into the apartment less than an hour ago into what I now saw and felt.

A few hours ago I would have been appalled and overcome with shame and embarrassment. But that version of me had gone now and I didn't care. All I cared about was getting my hands on that huge meaty sausage and stuffing it into my now desperate pussy.

I reached out with my hands and started stroking his member. Unbelievably it was already semi-hard despite spewing what seemed like a gallon of spunk all over me. Within seconds it was again at full mast, seemingly staring at me menacingly.

Troy was leering over me and moved forward, pushing his pole to the entrance of my now leaking cunt.

He stopped suddenly and picked me up, looking into my eyes with such a burning intensity that it was surprising no sparks flew from them. I stood there transfixed, unable to move, feeling so unsteady on my legs that I thought I might fall at any moment.

"I think it's time you showed me those huge tits you've been hiding from me."




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 01



And in one, sweeping stroke he reached out with his huge hands, grabbed hold of my dress and ripped it off me. It tore, right down the middle, and crumpled to the floor. Quicker than lightening my bra and knickers lay at my feet as he tore them down.

We were both naked now, facing each other. But that was the only thing we had in common. He looked excited, confident, ready to use me. I felt more fragile and vulnerable than I had ever felt in my life. But I wanted him. I needed him.

"What does my piggy want now, then?" he said in a low, seductive voice.

I didn't hesitate for a second.

"Oh fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need you and your huge manly shaft inside me."

Quietly, in his rasping, deep voice he said, "Beg".

This was the ultimate humiliation. His demonstration that he was the one with the power and I was the one underneath the table begging for him to throw me a few scraps.

"Please fuck me. I need it. You're so big and strong. You're better than any man I've ever seen before. I can't leave without feeling you inside me. Use me. Destroy me. Fuck me until I cry".

The words flooded out of me as an almost involuntary reflex. I was desperate now in my need for release. After such a raw, brutal experience my desire had built to intolerable levels. It wasn't just emotional, it was physical. I had never been so humiliated in my life but I had never been so aroused. I knew that tonight would change my life, forever.

And then after a few more moments of agony Troy had mercy and put me out of my misery.

As he said, "Well you asked for it," he grabbed hold of me and pushed me back so that I was once again splayed on the couch, my legs invitingly ajar. He brought his hips down with me and in one smooth motion his purple head penetrated my now slick cunt, slipping easily inside me.

I immediately screamed out in both pleasure and pain. After the build up and anticipation it was finally happening. But the scream wasn't just an emotional release, it was a physical one.

Even with only the head of his huge steel rod inside me I felt my twat had been stretched wider than it ever had before given his incredible girth. 

The pressure on the walls of my cunt was exquisite. Thankfully the build up in my pussy juices meant I was well lubricated, reducing the pain I was experiencing as he pushed himself inside me inch by inch. But god was it painful. And, with a jolt, I looked down to see he was still only half the way in.

But he was determined and it was becoming clearer and clearer how experienced he was. He was taking it slowly. Finding the path of least resistance. Giving my cunt the time it needed to accommodate him, to suck him deeper inside me. He obviously knew how to tease, to prise, to extract the last drop of desire from his quarry.

He wasn't simply a beast wanting to inflict pain. He wanted me to enjoy this. He wanted me to be lost in a state of sexual ecstasy. He could have ripped me in two, damaged me beyond repair and discarded me on the steps to the cop shop as a warning to those who crossed him.

But he was pushing into me slowly. It was still brutal but I was loving it. Loving being at his mercy. My pussy was getting even wetter. I had never been much of a squirter but I was already gushing and I felt my orgasm starting to build.

I felt so incredibly full and still he pressed on, deeper and deeper. As I continued to shriek out he started to growl. For the first time since his sexual onslaught I took a second to look at him again.

His body glistened with a sheen of sweat, making it glow and highlighting the contour of each rippling muscle. He was radiant and wore the expression of a kid in a sweets shop. He was staring down at my huge, perky breasts. And as I gazed at him his hand reached out, kneading my soft hooters and purring with pleasure.

His obvious carnal desire for me brought about another change in my emotional state. I was proud. Proud that I had a body able to attract such a prize stallion. I wanted to serve him. To devote myself to him.

And then without warning he thrust again and I yelped in agony as his pecker punched the back of my cervix reaching places which had never been reached before, stretching my cunt to absolute bursting.

He waited again for me to grow used to this new intrusion. The orgasm which had been building burst out like a flood, covering his truncheon with my juices and providing yet more lubrication. I screeched out anew at this unbelievable pleasure, thrusting my arms around Troy's neck and pulling his head down towards mine.

At the same time I shouted out, "Stop playing with me and fuck me. Fuck me harder than I've ever been fucked before."

Troy didn't react for a second and just beamed down at me, his face inches away from mine. Then he reached down and our lips locked together in a passionate embrace.

This kiss was far more sensual than the last. His tongue invaded my mouth but playfully rather than aggressively. My obvious subservience seemed to have abated his desire for brutal domination.

At the same time he started to fuck me. Each thrust seemed to remould me to fit his mammoth size, the walls of my cunt being pushed beyond their limits. The tension and friction as he pushed in and out of me was incredibly stimulating

In that moment I felt like I had literally gone to sexual heaven. I felt his warm, hot mouth and his hard muscular body against mine. I felt more connected to Troy than I ever had to any other man in my life. It was on another level. He was no longer my rival. He was my lover.

His strokes started off slow and steady but quickly sped up until his love stick was pistoning in and out of me so fast that it became a blur. He was like a musician playing an instrument. And I soon felt a second orgasm bursting forth.

And still he continued to pound away. Relentless and untiring. My cunt started to spasm uncontrollably and soon my body was shaking. His pace had continued to increase and his strokes had continued to deepen and now he was thrusting the entire length of his huge steel rod into me.

My screeching became louder and louder and higher and higher pitched. I felt like jelly. I was losing consciousness. The pleasure he was giving me was transcendent. I seemed to be in the middle of the longest and most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. Time seemed to stand still, the pain subsided and I felt pure and unadulterated ecstasy.

For the first time in my life nothing mattered. As long as I could feel this good, experience this pleasure, nothing else was important. This was my world. This was who I was meant to be. This was who I wanted to be.

My body continued to shake as Troy drilled me over and over again, seemingly with unlimited stamina as my orgasm continued, the couch beneath me becoming soaked in my sexual juices.

My mind began to shatter, not in pain but in pleasure. I no longer felt like an independent being. I needed to keep feeling like this. I would do anything to keep feeling like this.

It seemed like this moment would go on forever and ever. It must have all got too much for me and I must have passed out. But even while dreaming I felt like I was on a higher plane, the most completely satisfied I had ever felt in my life.

When I regained consciousness I was lying on what I assumed was Troy's bed. He was lying next to me, his arms wrapped around mine and nuzzling on my neck. I immediately felt empty without him buried inside me. It was like a part of me was missing and I yearned to have it inside me again. But I could feel the sticky residue that he had obviously left when he had finally had his relief. The old me would have stressed about allowing a man to leave his seed in me, but the new me revelled in it and wanted more. 

As he saw me wake he grinned at me and said, "Hope you enjoyed the warm up. Ready for round 2?"

"Warm up?" I said weakly. My voice was thin and croaking after all my screaming. Then lighting up I said "Of course, stud."

This seemed to turn Troy on and I could see his dick start to harden as blood rushed into it. He jumped off the bed seemingly still with boundless energy, He reached down and picked me up effortlessly and spun me over like a rag doll before dragging my ass into the air.

He reached across to a cabinet by the bed and picked up a small bottle. I jumped as I felt a cold liquid hit my ass cheeks. This was quickly followed by Troy's hands which hurriedly rushed to push the lube up my tight rose bud.

I groaned as I felt first one, then two, then three fingers enter my ass. I had done anal a few times but was not very experienced and certainly not with a cock anywhere near this side.

I trembled slightly at the prospect but my desire far outweighed my fear. I had experienced the highs Troy had taken me to and I wanted to be taken there again.

Troy seemed to tire quickly at the efforts to prepare me and crouching behind me he pushed the protuberant head inside my tight, firm asshole. I screeched out in pain and my ass vigorously protested the invasion.

He seemed more impatient this time, pushing through my pain barrier with ease, like he knew that I could take it. And I was desperate to take it. Desperate to show him that I was worthy of him. Desperate to show him I was the best slut he'd ever had, that I was stronger and fitter than the other girls he fucked. I didn't just want to be his bitch. I wanted to be his top bitch.

So as the pain grew and he sunk his huge log deeper into my anus I gritted my teeth, bit down my screams and grabbed hold of the bedsheets to suppress my outbursts.

I was grateful for the thousands of squats I had done, firming my ass so it would be able to withstand the punishment it was about to receive.

As if seeing my acquiescence as a green light Troy started fucking me hard and fast. He was like a jockey putting his new filly through her paces, seeing how far she could go.

Soon our bodies were both drenched in sweat and I felt another orgasm building inside me as he continued to thrust into me until I felt with a jolt his balls slap against my clit. I couldn't believe that I was taking a full foot of thick, meaty prick into my tiny butt.

I squealed in pleasure, the pain starting to subside. And with a shock I felt Troy slap my ass firmly.

"That's it pig, take it, take it all the way."

And with that he slapped me again, and again, and again. But instead of complaining I shouted out, "Yes. Spank me. Punish me for being a naughty pig. Teach me a lesson, daddy."

My final word seemed to be like an electric shock to Troy. I felt his dick harden further and he quickened his pace, becoming more and more brutal. And all the while he kept slapping my ass at will, telling me what a worthless pig I was.

Within seconds I felt yet another powerful organism flow through my body. The guys I had slept with before had struggled to provoke a single orgasm from me. And yet here I was having experienced at least half-a-dozen already with no end in sight.

As I came my ass clamped down on Troy's dick. It formed a vice around his shaft which he attempted to power through but to no avail and within seconds he too was grunting at the top of his lungs as he fired shot after shot of hot spunk deep into my bowels.

And then he did something I had never seen a man do before. He kept his now softening dick inside me as his seed seeped out of me. But within seconds he was hardening again. He swivelled me around on his pole so that he was lying back on the bed with me sat on top of his now again fully hard dick.

Without missing a hearbeat he started fucking me again, as hard as ever. The new angle meant that he was once again rearranging my ass and before a minute had passed I was screaming in ecstasy as my body shook in pleasure, once again reaching the Everest of sexual nirvana where nothing mattered and life was pleasure in its purest form.

The rest of the night became a blur as my conscious mind faded away and freed my animalistic urges to run wild. Time seemed to lose all meaning as Troy continued his sexual masterclass making me now and forever his dedicated, loyal whore.

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I awoke suddenly the next morning as the first rays of light found my resting eyes. I found myself lying naked on the bed. His bed.

Simultaneously my senses went into overdrive as I took in the pungent scent which permeated the room. It smelt of pure, unadulterated sex. The smell seemed to infect every pore of my being. It's raw power sent a chill of desire down my spine and my pussy began to moisten anew, despite the battering it had taken last night.

I felt the sheet beneath me was damp, dousing me in sexual fluids. I suspected, no I knew, this included the juices of many other chicks who had lain where I was now lying, having experienced the fucking of a lifetime.

At the same time I became aware that my skin was covered in what could only be sticky, dry cum. I looked down and saw my usually golden tan covered in numerous white blotches, the residue of Troy's copious sexual releases.

And every muscle in my body ached. I could feel a number of bruises beginning to form and my ass felt incredibly raw from the spanking it had received over the last few hours.

It took a few seconds for me to form conscious thought, to process my surroundings. And as I did so the memories of the previous night raced through my mind, accelerating my heart beat as I relived the thrill. The thrill of being conquered.

After a lifetime of dominance, of always getting what I wanted, of being in charge and in control I had been tamed. Tamed by a force stronger and more powerful than any I had ever encountered before.

Looking at myself I realised what I looked like, what I had become. A cheap whore. A fuck toy to be used and abused at will.

And whereas yesterday this had repulsed me, humiliated me, embarrassed me, it now felt liberating. It gave me a simplistic contentment I had never experienced before.

Why did I have to be ambitious? Or fill my head with complicated thoughts when I could feel like this?

My head swam as I gazed across at the body lying next to me, less than a foot away. Despite knowing its every contour the sight of it still took my breath away. It was the male form perfected and brought to life.

From his dark, spiky black hair, to his strutting angular jaw, his broad muscular shoulders and his huge pecs, down his taut, defined abs to the huge thick tube dangling between his legs he was divine.

Even soft his dick looked menacing, at least 7 inches in length it was still bigger than most erect cocks I had seen. It was like a slumbering giant, which once disturbed would grow to a monstrous size. And underneath I could just make out his plum sized gonads which even now would be churning, producing more spunk for him to fire.

As I watched his chest gently rise and fall I purred with contentment. I knew in that moment that my old life was over. I had been changed irreparably.

All I wanted to do now was to please Troy, to be his number one bitch, to give him what he wanted so that he would give me what I wanted: his dick inside my holes hard and fast.

As these thoughts developed I was overcome by hunger and desire, so horny that I couldn't think straight. I crawled down the bed and reached out, wrapping my hands around his thick cobra.

Bending down, pushing my ass into the air I took him into my mouth. I could taste my juices on his helmet and swiftly tried to push myself down further, taking more of the soft meat into my eager mouth. Even soft I was having to strain my jaw to accommodate his girth. I rolled my tongue around the underside of his foreskin and was immediately rewarded by the taste of his sexual essence and a few seconds later a stiffening hardness as the snake started to rise, awaking from its slumber.

I felt the first drops of precum leaking into my eager mouth and gobbled them down greedily. I started to feel giddy as I felt his tool widen and lengthen under my ministrations, feeling proud that despite the struggle that I was getting such an immediate reaction. With this encouragement I attacked his python with more vigor. I loved having him in my mouth. He was so warm and as the blood rushed forward I felt him expanding even further inside me, pushing my jaw out further to accommodate him.

I was slobbering now, losing control. What had started slow and sensual was becoming messy and frantic. By now he was rock hard, like a concrete column, all flexibility gone. And I was desperately pushing my mouth down further and further, spittle flying everywhere as I aimed to please it.

"That's it. Deep throat that dick like the cheap slut you are."

The deep baritone voice and the insulting trash talking moved my state of arousal up another notch. Determined to satisfy my new master I began thrusting my head down further and faster with no concern for the discomfort it was causing me. My hands came up to wank the base of his steel rod and massage his balls.

I needed to show him that I was good. No, not good, great. That I could pleasure him better than any of his other sluts. I manoeuvred my head to find the best angle for his spur to penetrate furthest down my throat and suppressing my gag reflex.

Troy was grunting now, making a low guttural sound, which told me that I was doing a good job. Perhaps I had not lost all my drive and determination. My sole ambition, in this moment, was to give Troy the best blow job of his life and I couldn't let anything get in the way of that.

I found a steadier rhythm and felt as I did so Troy's big bucket sized hands slap my ass. The jolt was like an electric shock and I became more frantic, pushing his beast further and further down my throat as I felt his fingers enter my dripping twat.

Suddenly I thrust my head down at lightening speed and it slid further down his cock than ever before, less than an inch away from the base. My body was contorted and it felt like I could not move or breath as a crowbar fixed me in place.

The force of the thrust stung but I didn't care. I felt victory in the loud grunt that issued from Troy's lips as he cried out in ecstasy. I held my mouth in place and began to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen as I fought with every fibre of my being to stay in place. My tongue lapped against his invading spur, trapped in my gullet and I felt it struggle as Troy continued to moan.

"You sure know how to give a blow job, slut."

Again the encouragement spurred me on. I began once again fucking his shaft with my mouth, bobbing up and down at such speed that my world became a blur. The rest of the universe faded away and it was just me and his impossible large dick.

As I pushed myself to my absolute physical limits I heard Troy's groaning getting louder as he fought to contain himself. But I knew it was a losing fight and before long I felt his tackle widen, distending my jaw and throat before it began to fire.

"Here come's your breakfast" he bellowed.

Within milliseconds my mouth was full of his thick, warm cream. As I did my best to swallow I began to gag. Choking due to the lack of air I felt myself losing control. I was drowning. I was going to die, drowned in cum.

But just as I was losing consciousness I felt him withdrawing and I fell to the bed as his hot seed was fired all over my face and hair. My mouth hung open, I was panting like a dog from my exertion. All my energy was spent and my jaw felt dislocated from being stretched beyond its limits, spasming in pain.

But in that moment I was satisfied. Satisfied that I had pleased him. This sexual god. He continued to stream as he splattered my entire upper body from his almighty orgasm. I wanted to guzzle it down but I couldn't as my jaw ached and went numb.

Eventually I saw his prick starting to soften and I looked up into his sparkling emerald eyes. They were ablaze with passion. Keeping constant eye contact I started to scoop up his milk off my heaving tits and seductively licked my fingers, forcing my mouth into action again against its wishes to please him.




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 01



I wanted that moment, our eyes locked together in lust and desire, to last forever. I had never felt prouder in my life. All the criminals I'd brought down, all the commendations I'd received seemed irrelevant now.

But the moment was broken as a cold, calculating voice spoke from behind my back.

"Have you broken her yet?"

I spun around in shock, having thought we were alone. Standing in the door was a man that I'd never seen before but who looked familiar, and I suddenly realised why. He looked like a paler, less attractive, less imposing, less masculine version of Troy.

He looked about 6 feet tall with messy brown hair which had grown a bit too long. He wore a casual t-shirt and jeans and his face was similar to Troy's but rounder and his jawline was softer. He had muscles, but they were normal muscles and lacked much definition as his clothes hung loose around them.

I realised quickly I was being harsh. The guy was cute, hot even. But next to Troy he looked feeble and weak. His cold, dark eyes were focussed on Troy, seemingly unconcerned at my nakedness or the cum which still clung to my face and chest. And as this thought went across my mind I realised that I had not cared about him seeing me like this either. I had become so desensitised, so dehumanised that I had lost all self-respect. It just didn't seem to matter anymore.

Troy laughed at the question.

"Of course I have. Look at the state of her. You know me bro. I never fail." His voice was so cocky, so arrogant but whereas yesterday I would have despised it today it made me cunt twitch in excitement.

That made sense. It explained why they looked so similar.

"Look, I'll prove it to you."

Slapping me on my red raw ass Troy knocked me out of the way and jumped spritely out of bed. Picking up a bottle of lube from a bedside draw he reached across and lobbed it out of the open window. It hit the hard path below and rolled down a few more feet, stopping at least fifty yards away.

Turning to me, an evil look on his face, he commanded, "Fetch it, pig."

It took a second for me to compute the command. But as soon as I understood it I jumped to my feet and ran out of the door. I didn't care that he was treating me like shit. I didn't care that he hadn't even acknowledged the awesome effort I had made to please him. All I cared about way obeying. He had awakened a submissive in me that I hadn't even known existed but felt incredibly natural.

I knew it was obscene. I knew it was absurd. I was stark naked. I was covered in white goo. My hair was a tangled mess and my ass was scarlet red. But I didn't care. Troy had given me an order and I had to follow it.

I opened the door to the apartment and stepped out into the corridor, shivering at the cold fall air which fluttered against my exposed cunt. I ran down the stairs two at a time, taking care to dodge the many needles which littered the way. In a few seconds I reached the door and burst out onto the path. As I reached the small bottle I saw an old man in the distance. He dropped the bag he was carrying as he stared at me open mouthed.

As I felt my cheeks redden my nipples hardened in the cold and I felt my pussy leaking. I was being turned on by this utter degradation. As my heart raced I ran back to the door and frantically pressed the buzzer, desperate to get back inside before anyone else saw me.

"Let me in," I said urgently.

"Why should I let a naughty little pig like you back into my apartment?" I could hear Troy laughing at my predicament.

Not knowing what to say I begged, "Please let me in."

"Has piggy learnt her lesson?"

"Yes!"

"And what have you learnt?"

Frantically I garbled, "That you are the hottest, strongest, most powerful man I've ever met. That I loved you using and abusing me. That all I want to do is please you and show you that I'm better than all your other sluts. That sex with you is like a drug and that I'm addicted to it."

There was a second of silence where nobody spoke as the enormity of my words sunk in and the only sound was my panting desperation. Then I heard the buzzer ring and found the door open. In less than a minute I was back in the apartment, coughing and spluttering from the physical and emotional torment.

I walked into the front room and saw the two brothers high-fiving each other and laughing. Troy was saying, "I told you so, shes's hooked!"

When he noticed my re-entry he grinned and motioned for me to sit on the couch. He had thrown on a pair of leopard print boxers. As I looked at them I thought how appropriate this was. He was an absolute animal.

"Right, down to business." Suddenly Troy's demeanour had changed, matching his brother's as he looked at me seriously. 

"What's your real name?"

It never even crossed my mind to lie to him.

"Sophia Roberts."

"And where do you work?" This it seemed was to be my debriefing.

"I'm a detective in the state's vice squad. I specialise in undercover work, infiltrating gangs, finding evidence of their lawbreaking and bringing them to justice."

I had always been so proud of my work but now I was speaking with a dead tone in my voice. I didn't care about my old life, only my new one as Troy's whore.

"Go on," he pushed eagerly.

"I've helped bring down some of the biggest mobsters in the business. Harvey Solento, Travis Christos and Rafa Garcia. Oh and Pete Duval."

I deliberately held back the last name and it seemed to have the desired effect. Troy exclaimed, "You were the pig that brought Pete down? His operation ran half the drugs in this state before he was busted!"

"Yeah it's amazing what these things can do to a man," I said while cupping my massive jugs in both hands, "Stop him thinking straight." I wanted to show off. I wanted to impress.

"My speciality is homing in on targets, worming my way into their trust, bamboozle them with my beauty and then BAM locking them up and throwing away the key."

These words had an immediate effect on both brothers, who looked like their Christmas had come early.

"So I broke you where all those other hotshots failed?"

"Oh, you're a hundred times the man, they'll ever be." I replied without a seconds hesitation.

He beamed at this comment and I could see once again his bulging schlong tenting against his skimpy boxer shorts.

His brother looked at him with mild irritation and asked, "So what was a hot shot cop doing in a school then?"

"Investigating your gang of course. It's part of a state wide strategy to target gangs earlier in their development, before they get too big." Before they could ask another question I went on, "But I don't care about any of that. All I want now is that big, thick, rock hard pole hiding in those pants plunged into my throbbing, desperate cunt."

The boys exchanged a quick look. Troy's brother arched his eyebrows as if to say 'you've got this one good and proper'.

"Not so fast," said Troy. "We don't want you to forget your job, you'll be going back to it. Except instead of infiltrating our gang you'll be infiltrating your old team."

I was momentarily stunned. But then my heart started to race as part of my old self reawakened. It felt like waking up from a dream. In some ways it was unpleasant. I had come to realise that all I needed was Troy's pecker ploughed up my holes, sending me to heaven.

But now I saw that I would have to earn that right, I couldn't expect it to be handed to me on a plate. And what better way to put my talents and training to good use. It was like I was being reprogrammed. I loved working undercover. I loved a challenge. And what could be a bigger challenge than this? Thwarting the system from the inside without getting caught. Imagine the daily thrill.

Instead of working for justice I would be working for the man who had broken me. The man who owned my ass more completely than I had ever thought possible. I realised how wrong and misguided I had been. This was the way of the world. The strong took what they were entitled to and the weak were made to serve.

All this rushed through my mind in a few seconds and as it did so my cunt started to leak and my hand crept down, pushing into my tight, warm folds, seeking to sate my dirty, corrupted desires.

The two brothers were watching me, eager anticipation on their faces.

"I take it that's a yes then," Troy exclaimed as he watched my lewd display.

"Of course. You own me now and I will do whatever you ask as long as you promise to keep stuffing my holes with that monster between your legs."

"Don't worry babe, soon my dick will feel more part of you than your own limbs."

As Troy said this in his deep, menacing voice his eyes burned into mine and I could see his hunger to devour me. This, and being addressed as 'babe', only heightened my desire and I felt my juices spillout out onto the couch below me adding to its numerous stains.

"But first to business." Again Troy adopted his serious demeanour.

"You'll obviously need to stay teaching a little longer to avoid suspicion which will also give us some more time to spend with each other. But you'll redirect your attention to another individual. Someone else in the gang who has got a bit too big for his boots. We figure why clean up the trash when we can get the pigs to do it for us?"

"You're good," I smirked, "We're going to have so much fun together."

"But that's not all," Troy continued excitedly. "My bro Scott here," he said slapping him on the shoulders as he did so, "is a bit of a genius. Well no, he's a lot of a genius. Basically he knows as much about computers and shit as I do about banging sluts senseless."

"Wow - he must be the best in the world then," I said like the pathetic groupie I had become.

"And he's been targeting your systems for months. He's broken in a few times but not been able to access any of the critical files. And that's where you come in." As he said this Scott reached into a bag next to him and extracted a computer memory stick.

Troy continued, "You'll head back to HQ and brief your boss on the investigation and then use his computer to upload the virus on this memory stick onto your computer system. Tell her what it'll do Scott."

For the first time Scott seemed to get animated, excited even.

"I've been developing this virus for months, no years. It's incredibly sophisticated. It will almost certainly be undetectable. It will probe for system weaknesses, corrupt the security systems to mask its activity and adapt to any problems it encounters."

His voice was becoming more excitable as he continued to expound the virtues of his pride and joy.

"It will then punch through your firewalls and set up a secure comms channel so that we can direct it and receive information."

"Cut to the chase, bro." Troy seemed impatient, he was eyeing me up hungrily and I noticed with an excited squirm that he was still incredibly hard and clearly ready to go another round battering my tight pussy.

"Basically, it will be able to find and alter information on your systems telling us what you know and what you're planning to do."

Troy, cutting in with a manic tone to his voice gloated, "And we all know knowledge is power. And we won't stop until we're the most powerful mafia bosses in the world."

The room felt electric and looking at them they were deadly serious about the size and scale of their ambition and their greed for power. Smiling eagerly I chipped in, "They also say power is the greatest aphrodisiac."

"One more thing before I give you your beef injection. Your name from now on is Roxy Heart and your pseudonym is Sophia Roberts, because you're now a slut. Our slut."

"Of course," I responded quickly, "My old life is over now, Roxy Heart is the proper name for the cheap whore I've become."

A grin forming on his handsome face Troy said, "Well that's enough business for now, time for some action."

And as he spoke he stood up quickly, looming over me, and in one swift motion pulled down his boxers. His freed spear bounced upwards, slapping his stomach so hard the noise travelled round the room like a bell announcing round 2.

My eyes stared transfixed. I was still shocked at his sheer size and hardness. Most big dicks I'd seen drooped slightly at the end and I'd always found them a disappointment. They flopped around ineffectually and it was why I'd always rolled my eyes before at boasts about size.

But not Troy's. His was standing bolt upright like a soldier ready for battle. His glistening head poking upwards, obscuring his navel and reaching to the bottom of his washboard abs. I felt frozen, transfized, the multitude of emotions running through me like a flood. I noticed that I was drooling slightly and Troy was laughing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Scott look at me disgustedly before leaving. He spoke to Troy but I didn't hear what he said, my attention was wholly occupied by what I now realised was the eighth wonder of the world.

Suddenly Troy was moving towards me and before I knew it he had picked me up. Effortlessly I rose in his strong, powerful arms. His biceps tensed and I could only gaze in awe at his incredible physique as I clung like a limpet to his hot body. He was carrying me up the stairs now, my legs wrapped around him, our faces close. I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks and my cunt twitched in anticipation of our further copulation.

"I think you need cleaning up, don't you?" Troy whispered to me. His tone had changed, becoming softer and more loving. Before I knew it we had arrived at the bathroom which featured a huge walk-in shower. He flicked a few switches and suddenly water was cascading over both of our bodies. He carefully let me down and I tottered momentarily, unsteady on my feet.

He pressed himself against me, pulling me towards him, bending down. And suddenly our lips connected. His tongue pushed into my mouth as we kissed passionately. This was different to last night, more sensual, more caring, less frantic but just as pleasurable.

I felt his huge hands reach up to my neck, cupping my face, caressing my cheeks, forcing our tongues even deeper into our entwined dance. I reached out with my hand and wrapped it around his shaft and started to stroke it before reaching down to massage his huge ball sacks.

As we kissed out eyes became fixed on each other. It felt like a laser boring into me, such was the intensity of his stare. In that moment I felt incredibly connected to Troy, even more than when we were having sex. It felt almost like we were becoming one, our individual forms merging. My dependency was growing. I didn't just need his cock. I needed him.

Eventually he broke away. I looked at him breathlessly and couldn't help admiring his impressive form. As the water dripped down his Adonis-like body his skin shone even brighter, his muscles rippling and gleaming. My cunt seemed to lurch and I felt incredibly aroused. I had always been able to control my libido in the past but it was like a switch had flipped inside me. I was totally out of control and wrecked with need.

As I looked at his face I saw him checking me out, the same lust in his eyes as he brought his hands up to fondle my luscious breasts. As he caressed them he whispered again, "You've got a fantastic rack. I could look at them all day."

I gasped as he tweaked my nipple and swelled with pride at the compliment. I already felt on the edge of a powerful orgasm and was desperate for relief and he hadn't even entered me yet.

"Oh fuck Troy. I need you inside me so badly." I felt the words coming out of my mouth before any conscious thought had crossed my mind. I wasn't screaming, it was more of a plea for mercy. I was ready to beg if that's what Troy wanted.

But without another word Troy grabbed hold of his stiff rod, lifted me slightly and directed the head to the entrance of my now dripping canal. Slowly he penetrated me. I groaned as he entered. Even after the pounding of last night I was still surprised by his girth. I came, shuddering in delight as the long-awaited release arrived.

I expected Troy to start deep dicking me hard and fast, but he surprised me. He pushed his way in, slowly but surely, allowing my pussy to adapt to his colossal size. The pleasure was indescribable as I felt another orgasm building.

When he was fully inside me and his balls were resting on my full twat he stopped. I felt impossibly full. But I felt whole. I felt completed. This was what I needed as much, if not more, than my arms and legs. Our eyes were once again locked together and I felt again like I was drowning in an emerald sea.

His eyes were glinting with lust yes, with desire yes, but there was something more there. A warmth, an affection that I hadn't seen before. And without a word he reached up to my neck and pushed me forward towards him until our lips met again.

I had never before felt so connected to anyone else. Our tongues became entwined as he kept his prick fully impaled into my overstretched pussy. My mind was shattered. I could not compute the emotions I was feeling which seemed to have escalated beyond pure lust.

Troy didn't seem satisfied just owning my body. He wanted to own my mind too.

Our embrace made me feel so unbelievably complete. It was the most intimate moment of my life and made me feel there was no part of each other we did not know.

I was falling again, over the edge, cumming uncontrollably, my cunt convulsing and my whole body shuddering as Troy held me tight, holding me in place. I felt him shudder too and our make out intensified as his dick pressed even further inside me, pushing my twat even further out of shape.

The world seemed to be spinning. It seemed like I had left reality behind as a spark flowed between our bodies. I felt Troy shudder again as he lost control and fired his seed directly into my waiting womb. And still my orgasm went on, as if it would never end.

I felt his cock deflating slightly and he withdrew, breaking our embrace. As he did so I reached out to stop him. I didn't want him to leave me. My cunt felt so empty without him. And I felt hollow as our fluids dripped down my legs, washed away by the torrent of water still falling all over us.

Troy smiled at me and turned me round and in a few seconds I felt him re-entering me. I jumped in surprise. He was hard again. How was that possible? And he was rubbing his helmet against the tight rose bud between my ass cheeks.

It took him a while to push his helmet inside me and I gasped in pain. How could I possibly take him dry like this? Seeming to read my mind he cooed in my ear, "Don't worry. We'll take it slow."

And he was true to his word. He felt his way slowly, easing in centimetre by centimetre, pausing along the way to let me adjust. It was like he was sculpting my ass to fit his huge dong. As he did so one hand reached down to finger my still wet cunt, strumming my clit like a guitar and causing pleasure to course through my body. His other hand reached up and around to my heaving busom, twisting my nipples and elating me further.

My ass was starting to adjust as I felt his precum and my ass juices adjusting to the intrusion. My ass muscles were clamping down on his dick but it stayed as solid as granite as it prized me open, slowly, inexorably splitting me in two.

The all-out assault by his baseball-bat like cock and his massive hands felt unbelievable. He seemed to know my erogenous zones better than I did and knew every button to press. I was still shaking as though electrocuted, only able to stand because of his support. Today he seemed to be fucking me in a way designed to maximise my pleasure not his and it felt utterly exquisite.

My ass felt like it was on fire and soon I felt a more powerful orgasm than anything I had yet experienced rip through me and my ass tightened like a vice around Troy's rigid tube. He groaned in pleasure and I was sure he was about to blow, but he breathed deeply and regained his composure gasping, "Not yet babe."




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 01



I shouldn't have been surprised there was more, but I was. I felt like jelly, weakened by the ecstasy coursing through my veins more powerfully than any drug and yet he was still hard, unbending, unyielding.

And with a gasp I felt him push further into my now slick anal canal. Deeper and deeper he went, drilling further into my depths than I could ever imagine. Every time I thought he had got as far as he could he grunted and pushed deeper.

Eventually I felt his balls slapping my ass. It felt like my rectum was being arranged. Once again I felt fuller than I ever had before. And he just held me there, his huge crowbar fixing me in place.

I couldn't handle this and again I shook with my biggest orgasm yet. My ass muscles were so tightly clamped on Troy's fuck stick that it felt like our bodies had melted into one, connected mass. As I continued to shake violently I felt my ass tighten around his pole. But it did not move. Not an inch. As I squirmed Troy kept a tight grip of me, holding me powerfully against his body.

And then he started to withdraw, pulling out until only the head remained. No I thought, don't leave me empty. I could feel the void in my ass left by his retreating prick and it felt like a void in my soul, like a part of me was missing, incomplete. As if telepathically linked Troy pushed forward into me until once again he was submerged, balls deep in my tight, hot ass.

And so he started to fuck me. But it was so different from the previous night. He took it slowly. Deep dicking me relentlessly with regular, smooth strokes. His dick was as hard as steel but as smooth as silk, massaging my backdoor as if worshiping a god. 

My ass was now begging for him, wanting to pull him in, wanting him to fuck it harder and again he picked up the pace, the whole while I was shaking in pleasure, completely at his mercy.

His rhythm was perfect, accelerating faster and faster as my ass became trained to his size. My ass felt like it was on fire but it was now a fire without pain. The orgasms now running uncontrollably through my body overwhelmed all other senses.

This went on for what seemed like hours. If I had been able to think I would have marvelled at his stamina. But it was like time stopped as a meaningful way of understanding the world.

All that seemed to exist was us, together, rutting like primal animals, so overcome with lust that the rest of the world had faded away. I wanted it to go on forever and it seemed like it would.

But then eventually, both of us panting, he groaned loudly, his helmet flaring inside me and sending his spunk into my guts as if it had been shot out of a cannon. I could not cope, it was too intense emotionally and physically. I was totally drained and so I passed out.

When I awoke I was back in bed, my head resting on Troy's shoulder as his hand twiddled with my golden locks.

"Wakey, wakey", he said playfully.

"That was ...". I was lost for worlds. "Incredible."

"Ready for some more?" He asked with a glint in his eye? "Why don't you clamber aboard?"

I looked down and saw his free hand tugging at his once again inflated shaft. Not long ago this would have shocked me. We had fucked for longer in the last 24 hours than I had done in months. We should be worn out, tired. And I was all of those things. But it was like Troy had turbo-driven my libido, turning me into a perpetually horny cock-craving slut.

So without a second thought I hoisted myself up and straddled him. Lifting his cock head I pointed it towards my pussy which was still dripping wet. It felt weird to be in control, to take the initiative. Troy was watching attentively as I pushed down and felt him enter me again.

I signed in pleasure as I pushed myself down, impaling myself on his rod. I was uncertain, unsure how to take the lead. I was used to riding dick. This was my favourite position. Getting on top and pounding a jock into submission in search for my own release. But it suddenly felt wrong. This wasn't my role here.

Troy was chuckling at my confusion.

"Let me ask you a question. Which did you prefer? The way we made love today or the raw, brutal way I fucked and used you last night?"

His question hung in the air for a moment. I thought I had preferred our love making today - the incredible connection between us should have provided more pleasure to me than the nasty, filthy degradation.

I stopped my formulaic thrusts and stopped bucking my hips, with half Troy's cock still inside me. And it hit me. That word brutal, the way his gravelly, deep, powerful voice said it sent shivers down my spine and made my pussy squirm. He knew. It was like he had been teaching me a lesson. And then I felt a flood of words leave my mouth.

"This morning was fantastic but it was nothing compared to the way you made me feel last night, like I was being fucked to within an inch of death. That complete submission made me feel better than I've ever felt before. But you knew that already, didn't you."

As he flashed his wide smile he replied, "You're all the same. You're mind tells you you want a good boy to make love to you and feel special but deep down your body knows better. It wants a bad boy to dominate it, to fuck it senseless."

I couldn't take it any longer. "Oh take me, Troy." I screamed. "I don't want to be on top - that's your place. Fuck me. Hammer me. Destroy me." I was hysterical, demented.

As I looked into Troy's eyes I saw a fire which had been relit. "You've never been on top, bitch. And you never will be."

And without any warning he bucked his hips so fast I felt winded as his pecked punched upwards, smashing into my pelvis with the force of a rocket that had just taken off. It was like an engine going from 0 to 60 in a millisecond and without waiting for me to adjust he stared pounding my pussy so hard I could barely breath.

His rhythm was metronomic and in stark contrast to the wreck I had already become. I was screeching like a banshee as I felt a huge orgasmic explosion run right through me and my juices squirted out over his weapon, creating an even slicker passage for him to hammer.

I fell forward, unable to stay upright, but there were no soothing lips to meet me as my face fell on Troy's hard shoulder as my sizeable bosom compressed onto his glistening, mighty pecs.

Suddenly I felt his huge hands grab my ass and he started moving me down the bed. His hips did not stop thrusting for a second as he kept drilling me long, hard and deep.

I was already lost, unable to comprehend what was happening. I felt my mind shattered again. But it was bliss. It was joy unconfined. And then we were rising off the bed and he was carrying me. The angle of his attack changed as we moved pushing my cunt further out of shape as it slipped deep inside me.

I felt my back touch the wall as he used his new position to bounce me on his shaft, throwing me around like a rag doll.

I was mesmerised. It was like I had watched a demon rise before my very eyes, pulling me down into a world of hedonistic gluttony and excess. My body was now shuddering in a state of what must have been perpetual orgasm.

In what must have been just a few short minutes he had broken me again. I was no longer a woman with thoughts and ideas. I was just a piece of meat for him to use and abuse as he pleased. And I loved it. I loved being this mindless, gibbering wreck. Who cared about anything else when you could feel this good?

I felt his hands leave my ass so that all that held me in place was the steel rod buried in my squirting snatch. As his hips flexed violently I bounced against the wall, shivering as I was pushed harder against the cold wall but burning up through sheer sexual pleasure.

He was pummelling me absolutely senseless. It felt like he was fucking me so hard that he would fuck me clean through the wall. His hips were working overtime and seemed to be working faster and faster, impaling me and pushing me upwards only for gravity to force me back down onto his prick.

And then impossibly he stepped it up even further. Like a supreme racing car going from 6th to 7th gear his hips moved so fast that everything became a blur. It was like watching a video on fast forward. The supersonic pace made each thrust indistinguishable from the last.

It was a constantly hard, rough friction, causing the walls of my cunt to feel like they were ablaze. I was no longer howling. Perhaps I was making a noise, but if I was it was probably only one that a dog would have been able to hear.

I felt my once proud, athletic body and hard abdominal core melt, losing all strength so that I jiggled like a piece of jelly being jabbed by a hard stick.

And then I looked into Troy's face and I trembled. It was the scariest sight I had ever seen. In my disorientation it grabbed my attention and I could not tear myself away.

It was like looking at a lion. So fierce. So hungry. So wild. So feral. It seemed impossible that I was looking at a man. This was an untameable beast filled with a passionate fire that would burn the entire world, the entire universe. A hunger which could not be sated, that would consume and devour. And at the moment it was devouring me.

As I watched I saw in my peripheral vision his huge hands reaching up, roughly grabbing my teats and squeezing them mercilessly.

This pushed me over the edge utterly and completely and I felt head once again falling forwards onto Troy's hard shoulder as he carried on spearing me like a hog being roasted on a fire.

It was like an atomic bomb had exploded inside me, smashing my mind into smithereens. I was utterly spent now. Utterly gone. I no longer knew where I was or what was happening to me. All I knew was that I didn't want it to end. And I would do anything, anything at all to keep feeling like this.

I must have lost consciousness because from that point on I could remember no more. Instead I fell into a deep sleep.

But it was not an ordinary sleep. I felt my head spinning, trying to make sense of what was happening to me. But then it had been forced to give up the ghost, like a tv being unplugged. And instead I experienced pure, unadulterated emotion. Free from reason or thought.

And it was bliss. Pure, unfettered, unbound bliss. That is the only way to describe it and it was something I never wanted to end.

It might have been days, months or years later when I awoke for all I knew but it was dark outside and once again I was sharing a bed with the man who I now saw as a God and was gazing at me intently, watching me with interest.

I felt exhausted despite just waking. It was like I had run a marathon and I suppose it had been a sexual one. My limbs ached but none more so that my twat.

I looked down and saw it split wide open, a crimson red. It looked swollen and distended, and felt as dry as the Sahara. I reached down to touch it but winced at the pain as I did so. It was like Troy had kept using me until all my pussy juices had run dry and beyond.

In an almost numb shock my hand reached round to my ass which felt just as raw, just as broken, just as used. Instinctively I slipped a finger into my ass. It parted like the red sea did for Moses, slipping in with no problem at all. My once tight sphincter had become as loose as a cheap whore.

The rest of my body was in a similar state. My once golden tanned skin was now red and blotchy and covered in white splotches. I was unrecognisable. Glancing at the mirror on the opposite wall I saw my face was covered in semen, my eyelashes matted with cum and my hair had become a tangled and sticky mess.

As I looked round the room I could see that it had fared little better. Furniture lay battered and broken on the floor and the paint on the walls was coming away, obviously peeled away as Troy had pushed me into them.

Troy was like a beacon in this darkened room. He glowed with contentment.

"I've never been able to do that before." His voice was excited, more excited than I've ever heard it. "You were incredible, I've never been able to unleash myself fully on a chick like that before. They're too fragile. But you're a woman. Yes you passed out but your body kept itself open to me."

I tried to speak but I couldn't. I felt so many emotions. Pride, at these words of encouragement. Fragility, physically and emotionally after being ruined so completely. Desire, to be fucked and used like this again and again.

"Anyway that's enough fun for now. It's time you were on your way Mrs. Heart."

It was like he had thrown a bucket of water over me, waking me from the dream world that I was still living in where it would be just me and him for the rest of time.

I rolled over and clung to his body.

"I don't want to leave you. I can't leave you."

I was whimpering pathetically. This is what two days with Troy Fratelli had done to me. I was now a blubbering wreck, begging him to keep using me.

His arm moved so quickly that I had no time to react, thudding into my chest and flinging me across the room. I crumpled in a heap on the floor face down. Winded from the blow and the fall my chest was heaving as I tried to get my head together.

As I turned I saw Troy looming over me. Like a man mountain, a greek Adonis towering above me, his huge phallus jutting out in front of him.

"If you ever want this inside you again", he said grabbing hold of his imposing cock, "then you better pull yourself together and get to work. You have to earn the right to have me inside you."

This more than anything brought me to my senses. He was using my desire to manipulate me to his will. My hunger for his dick was undiminished despite my dishevelled state. He knew that and he had me on a leash like the bitch that I'd become.

"Of course." I replied. My voice was hoarse and the words hurt, sore from my screaming and shouting. "My job is to serve you, I know that now."

"Good." Troy smiled and extended his hand, lifting me up onto my feet.

I staggered around unsteadily on my feet. Troy snickered at my inability to stand up straight and with a push to show him my strength I righted myself.

"You need to go get some rest now - you've got work in the morning." He winked at me as he slapped my ass, dismissing me from his presence in the most demeaning way possible.

He watched as I tottered around the room and attempted to dress myself. As I was about to leave though he said more seriously. "Wait. Tell me what you are going to do to earn your right to my dick."

I turned round to face him again with a fire once again in my eye, determined to show him that I could earn it. That I would earn it.

"I'm going to go back to teaching as though nothing has happened. I will report to my superiors that you are and your acolytes are trouble-makers but that it is nothing more than typical jock high-jinxs. I will plant Scott's virus in our computer system so that you know about our operations and intelligence and then I will wait for further instructions."

Troy grinned at me, looking like the happiest man alive. He strutted over to me and leaned in to give me a deep, sensual kiss. But far too quickly he pulled away. "That's my girl," he whispered. "And take this". Troy reached down and passed me a small, cheap looking cellphone. "It might look old," he said watching my quizzical expression, "But Scott has put encryption software on it that makes it impossible for your friends to listen on. We will use it to contact you."

And with that he gave me a final slap on my ass and I walked away, down the stairs and out of the apartment, stumbling towards my car, ready to start my new life working for Troy.



The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 02



*This chapter provides some of Troy's backstory, introduces new characters and develops some plot lines which will be taken on in future chapters. Please note this piece is fantasy not reality and should not be seen to condone the behaviour described. All characters are aged 18 or over.*



I felt so different that Monday as I strode through the school corridors.

Everything around me was much the same. The chicks were still drooling, batting their eyelids and hitching up their skirts in an attempt to catch my attention. The jocks were still gazing across at me, mouths slightly ajar in a combination of ill disguised awe and jealousy. The nerds were still cowering, eyes averted in fear. The school itself was still dilapidated and crumbling from lack of care and attention. The teachers were still as submissive as ever, unwilling to challenge the transgressions taking place all around them. And the corridors were still littered with discarded needles and condoms from the students' illicit excesses.

But I was different. The eyes through which I saw my surroundings had changed following my sexual destruction of Roxy over that tumultuous weekend.

Just the thought of her name, her new name, made me tingle with excitement. I had turned a self-respecting, strong, professional, independent woman into a slut who would sell her own grandma to get the chance to bounce on my pole again.

I owned this school. Nothing went on within its walls which I did not control. I was at the sexual apex and everyone else was forced to dance to my tune, either because they wanted me, they were scared of me or they knew that I could give them what they wanted. Some might call that arrogant and cocky. And they would be right, but I had a lot to be cocky and arrogant about.

Before this fateful weekend I would have been proud of my achievement. Proud to have either battered or fucked every rival to my status of top dog into submission. Proud to have made myself untouchable by splitting the principal in two on the end of my cock. Proud to be making myself rich through extortion and drug dealing which had turned half the students into smackheads desperate for their next fix and willing to do anything for it.

But this weekend had changed me. It had made me realise how small fry I still was. How much further I had to go.

Everything about this school felt smaller and less significant. Was this to be the limit of my power and achievement in life? The ability to control a shithole of a school and fuck a load of dumb sluts into submission?

This weekend had made me realise that would never be enough for me. I wanted more. And I was going to get it. And god help anyone who dared stand in my way.

As I walked into my first class of the day I sat down in the back row. The teacher – unfortunately a fat, old man providing no eye candy whatsoever – was warbling on. But I couldn't concentrate. My mind was racing, pushed onto fast forward by the amazing weekend I had just experienced.

It had been incredible and exhilarating. On another level from anything I'd ever experienced before. Sexually Roxy had been able to stay with me longer than any woman I had ever fucked. Most of the cheerleader sluts started spasming once I got halfway inside them, unable to cope with my girth. I had to take it slow and easy with them, unable to unleash my inner beast.

But not with Roxy. She was a woman in her sexual prime, fit and athletic, able to take the hammering I had given her and still beg for more. For the first time that I could remember I had woken up and not been as horny as hell. The weekend of almost constant sex seemed to have sated my seemingly unlimited sexual appetite, at least for now. Of course it helped that she was blond with a rack to die for. I had always been a sucker for a cute blond. I could still see her huge, perky tits and wished I could fondle them right now.

I felt a stirring in my loins. It seemed my horniness was returning and with a vengeance, and I felt my dick harden, pushing against my tight fitting jeans.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the cheerleading squad eyeing my groin. She started to push her hand down underneath her short skirt and pleasure herself as she looked at me with longing desire.

I couldn't remember her name. She was called something like Casey. Or was it Tracey? Or Macy? And to be honest I didn't really care. I needed some help now and she would be more than willing to provide it. She was quite small in stature, had shoulder length black hair with a pair of perky B-cups. She wasn't ugly by any means but she was just plain to look at.

She wasn't really in my league. But right now all that mattered was that she had a mouth and she knew what to do with it. The fact that she was getting lucky would only make it better, she would be desperate to please.

Pretending I hadn't seen her I pulled down my zipper and fished out my now granite-like dick and started to slowly wank it with my big hands. I could see the slut, whatever her name was, staring at me now open mouthed.

Glancing across at her our eyes connected and I quickly communicated through my facial expressions what I wanted from her.

She stood up from her desk immediately and started walking towards me. She pushed the desk in front of me out of the way and got on her knees before wrapping her lips around the helmet to the monstrous piece of meat between my legs.

A few heads had turned at the sound of movement. But most looked unsurprised when they saw the source of the disruption. The teacher at the front of the room stuttered for a moment, looking for a split second into my eyes before quickly turning away and continuing his monotonous drone.

Everyone knew, teachers and students alike, that it was pretty rare for me to get through a day without busting my nut at least half a dozen times. And teachers now knew better than try to challenge me. That was a sure fire way to make sure they were either bent over their desk and gangbanged by the entire football team, leaving their limp bodies unconscious in a pool of cum, or so battered and bruised that they would be in hospital for weeks. So instead they had to put up with my outrageous behaviour.

I had been right about this slut. She was desperate to please and was trying her best to fit my throbbing meat down her throat, but was failing miserably. Her ineptitude only reminded me of Roxy and her exquisite mouth. The way she had woken me with a blowjob after being so completely fucked the night before had been incredible.

Before this weekend I would have revelled in the power of getting sucked off at the back of a class with nobody daring to even whisper a complaint. Now it seemed beneath me. But my cock needed release so I used my hands to push the back of the eager sluts head, impaling her further on my jutting spur. She was gagging and spluttering as she struggled to please me and yet still the teacher ignored the lewd display, even as it began to drown out his weak, pathetic voice and more heads turned to watch the show.

As I looked round the room, at the eager, excited eyes it reminded me why my control of the school made me so proud. Because it had been so hard-fought. Nothing had ever been given to me, I had to take it myself.

And that forced my mind back to a place it had not been for a long time. I remembered sitting at a small, cramped kitchen table watching my mother crying with anguish after being told of the death of my father on the orders of the local mafia boss.

I couldn't have been much older than 6 or 7 when it happened but I could remember it like yesterday. The tears rolling down my distraught mothers face would be etched in my memory until the day I died. It might have been invisible to the outside world but it would be a permanent scar on my psyche.

But while my mother bawled and my older brother tried to comfort her I did not shed a tear. I remember even at that tender age feeling little compassion for my father.

He had been a fool. He had been weak. He had got in over his head and failed in his duty to provide for and protect us. He had spent his whole life on his knees, begging others for scraps off the table, wheeling and dealing in a constant struggle to make ends meet.

He had picked the wrong side in the battle that had been fought and won by the man who ran this godforsaken town, Nacho Gonzales. A Mexican drug lord who had swept in and disposed of the old Italian crime bosses who were too weak to oppose him.

I could still remember the Mexican brute that had knocked on our door and brazenly dumped his rigid corpse over the threshold, laughing and telling us that us Guido Wop scum should know our place. I could still remember my mother shrieking, pounding her fist as Scott pulled her back to stop her getting killed as well.

I had made a vow to myself that day. I had vowed that I would avenge my father. I had vowed that I wouldn't be weak. I had vowed that I would bow to nobody. I had vowed that I would wreck my revenge.

From that day forward I had been gripped by an incredible competitive spirit which coursed through my veins. I had to be stronger, fitter and faster than everyone else. So I dedicated myself to training, treating my body like a temple to be worshiped. But it wasn't just physical. I became eager to understand how power was exercised so that I could take that power for myself.

And what I saw was that those that were strong had power. Those who could inspire fear in others, those who could inspire loyalty in others, those who had a presence and an aura were the ones who had the power in the world around me.

I soon fast forwarded in my mind to a few years later and a similar scene was before me. This time it was Scott crying. This time it was Scott howling. For a cop had just turned up to tell us our mother was dead. She hadn't done anything wrong. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, caught in the crossfire of a gang dispute.

Again I did not shed one tear. The pain that coursed through my body was like nothing I had ever known. My mother had been the kindest, most gentle person I had ever met and had shown nothing but love and attention to my brother and I.

We never had much money but that didn't seem to matter. There was always laughter and joy in our house. And we had each other.

And yet in one mindless moment that had been destroyed. This time I felt weak. I felt responsible. I felt ashamed for allowing this to happen. It was a stupid reaction. What could I have done? What could anyone have done? But it didn't stop me feeling culpable.

The loss I felt at that moment was incomprehensible. It was too big to compute. One day my mother was there chiding us to do our homework, laughing at our silliness, shouting at our misbehaviour, comforting us about our insecurity, putting us to bed at night. And then she was gone.

Just like that. No warning. No chance to say goodbye. Gone. Leaving a huge empty void that would never be filled again. I would never again see her beautiful smile. I would never again feel her warm and comforting embrace. I would never again taste her amazing home cooking.

I had never really known my father. All I had felt towards him was resentment that he did not provide for us what fathers in our neighbourhood had for their children.

But my mother? She was my world. My everything. The moment I found out she was gone was like an eclipse. It was like the sun being extinguished. And for a time it seemed like the light would never return.

For weeks, months, years afterwards I would stupidly still expect to see her or hear her again, before realising that would never happen.

And so a darkness crept into my heart, into my very soul, poisoning and contaminating it, robbing me of any youthful innocence I still had. I felt like I was being taught a very cruel lesson by the world. And so the only thing I had left was Scott.

It was us against the world now – and I was determined to make sure nobody would ever hurt us ever again. And the only way we could be safe would be through strength.

I remembered clutching Scott in my arms, holding his blubbing face to my chest, and vowing to him that we would be avenged.

We both dealt differently with the tragedies that had befallen us. In the following years he buried himself in books while I played every sport I could seeking to dominate my peers. Those childhood tragedies had helped to shape and mould me in ways I still could not fully understand. 

Our neighbourhood was rough, really rough. And the only way you could survive was by proving yourself. By showing people that they couldn't mess with you.

That meant getting into fights, often with people older and bigger than me. But I always came out on top. I mean I still came home pretty bruised and bloodied sometimes. But the other guy always ended worse off.

I don't think in those days i was necessarily stronger or fitter or faster. But I was a scrapper, I was tenacious, I never knew when I was beaten and I didn't let pain affect me. I was vicious. I didn't play by the rules and I didn't show any mercy. The world had never shown me any so I wasn't about to show it any either.

More importantly I knew this was what would keep me and Scott safe. Once word had got round that I'd put a guy several years older with 50 kilos on me into hospital, or that another had been left with several teeth lying next to his bloodied body suddenly people hadn't wanted to fight me anymore.

Instead they had wanted me on their side. And so over time I built up a loyal group around me. It was mainly based around the football team, which had become my passion.

I loved being out on the field. I was so competitive, so desperate to win. And over time we moved from being a laughing stock to being feared and respected across the state.

That wasn't because we were the most talented, or the most skilful. But we treated every match as a battle. A battle that we would win, or die trying. We wouldn't give an inch to anyone, regardless of their reputation.

So when the state champions rolled in town and expected to dish out their using ass whooping we surprised them. We were ultra-aggressive. We hit them so hard and so fast that they couldn't cope. They started making stupid plays. And we nailed them.

They had been sent home with their tails between their legs. And we had sent a message out to everyone in the league that we were a force to be recognised. The atmosphere in the locker room after the match had been amazing. Everyone was buzzing. Everyone was on cloud 9. I felt happier than I had ever felt before in my life. And it was like I knew this was what I was meant to do. Lead.

After that it seemed like we'd won games sometimes before we even stepped out on the field. I could see it in the eyes of our opponents. Their body language screamed fear, and they submitted even though in many cases, most even, they were probably more talented and better trained.

But it hadn't been easy. The only way I had been able to inspire that loyalty was by showing that if they were there for me then I would be there for them.

So when any of us were disrespected, when any of us were insulted I made sure that we responded. And aggressively. So that people knew that you didn't only not mess with me, you didn't mess with my crew.

And over time those bonds grew stronger and stronger, building up a family around me to replace the one which had been so cruelly ripped away from me.

But I knew that I had to remain strong. Any show of weakness, any sign of vulnerability and I would be tossed aside. We may have become like brothers but like brothers we were rivals as well as family. And they were all like me in so many ways. They were messed up. They had never been taught how to behave. They had no respect for authority, unless it was backed up by strength.

I knew that each and every one of them, in their dreams, wanted to be in my position. The leader of the pack. I knew I had to always been on my guard.

But then a whole new world opened up to me. The power of sex to establish social hierarchy. I had been so focussed on turning myself into the biggest, strongest, hardest, toughest, meanest and most feared son of a bitch that I had neglected my biggest asset. The one hanging between my legs.

It took a challenge to wake me up to the opportunities that I had allowed to slip through my fingers. I couldn't believe it was only a few months ago now, just after I had turned 18. It seemed like it was a lifetime ago.

I can still remember the scene like it was yesterday though. I walked into the locker room for practice and for the first time I wasn't greeted by a parade of fist bumps and jocular back slapping.

Instead all the attention was focussed in the other corner of the room. And I could see who was the centre of that attention. It was Marc. Marc fucking Greco.

We'd grown up just a few streets away but I'd never liked him. Both his parents had decent jobs, which was unusual, and so he always had better clothes and shoes than everyone else. That wouldn't have been a problem but it was the way that he looked down on me that really wound me up.

We had been competitive for years. We were both sporty and athletic and spent hours in the gym. It had only been in the last couple of years that I had pulled ahead of him. I became captain of the football team, something he was desperate to have. And I was the undisputed leader of our crew. Suddenly he wasn't looking down on me anymore.

If I'd had my way he wouldn't have been on the team. But most of the guys liked him and he wasn't stupid enough to challenge me overtly. Plus he was a seriously talented ball player, even I had to give him that.

So I wasn't impressed to see that he was at the centre of a scrum of excited faces. He was holding up his phone and a few of the guys were crowded round looking at it, their eyes out like stalks.

As I got closer I heard fragments of their conversation.

"Fucking hot, dude."

"Incredible."

"Smoking."

"God look at those tits!"

And then I heard Marc's cocky voice cut in, "Yeah she is as filthy as she looks. Hammered her all night long. She just kept begging for more. What can I say, I'm good!"

As I approached a couple of guys stepped away and I finally what was on the phone. I had to exercise all my self control not to let my jaw drop.

There was a picture of our head cheerleader, Dixie. She was by far the hottest chick in the school. She had long sexy legs, a gorgeous face, firm large tits and a shapely toned ass. She kept herself in great shape but the best way to describe was curvaceous. And it wasn't even her looks that made her so hot. It was the way she moved, the way she pouted her lips, the way her jugs bounced as she cheered. It was like she was made for one thing. Fucking.

But this picture was Dixie as I had never seen her before. She was completely naked and on her knees. Her mouth was lolled open and she looked dazed and confused. Perhaps the white blotches covering her face and matting her hair had something to do with it. She was looking directly up at the camera and her eyes were filled with lustful satisfaction.

"I'll have to do a video for you guys next time. Might teach you a thing or two!" Marc continued arrogantly.

I played along and congratulated Marc for bagging such a stunner. I had to even if I didn't want to. But it was the training session that followed which really worried me.

Marc was strutting around like he was the one in charge. And I could see that sneering, smug face I'd hated for all those years staring back at me.

Even worse was the reaction of the other guys. Suddenly they were hesitating when I gave them instructions, their heads tilting towards Marc to see what he thought. And then Marc started to tell the team what they were doing wrong and I could see them nodding, agreeing. They sensed that he was the big man, that he was the alpha and their loyalty was drifting in response. I felt threatened and vulnerable. The power balance had shifted. And it was all over some girl.




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 02



In the days that followed things only became worse as Marc dragged Dixie round the school like a bitch on a lead. They were caught fucking in an unused classroom and given a telling off but that only increased Marc's reputation for being a complete stud.

It taught me that demonstrating physical prowess and sporting prowess wasn't enough. I needed to assert my sexual prowess as well if I was to regain my alpha male status. And I was going to regain it. I hadn't worked for years to establish myself as top dog to let that slip away without a fight.

And as a showered after practice I knew I had the beating of Marc Greco. Sure we shared some common features. His Italian heritage had blessed him with his dark, handsome looks. And his training meant there wasn't an ounce of fat on him and his muscles were all well-defined, most noticeably his washboard abs.

But I had a few inches on him – in more ways than one. I was obviously taller than him, but more importantly I had a good few inches on him in the cock department. I mean, he wasn't small. From the pictures he spread round he looked like he was a good 8 or 9 inches and thick too. But he couldn't compete with my foot long special.

Weirdly, I'd never had much time for girls up until that point. I had been so focussed, so determined, so driven to become the biggest and best that I had refused to let myself get distracted. I wanted to be the best ball player this school had ever known, to be stronger, harder and tougher than everyone else so that I would be both feared and respected and have a group of guys around me that would have my back.

Girls had never been part of the picture for me. I mean sure I'd fooled around with a few, having a quick fumble at parties or bars when I'd got drunk. But they always got too clingy and I couldn't see what purpose they served in helping me in my thirst for power and control.

Looking back now it seemed incomprehensible to me that I could have been so stupid. And in a way I should have thanked Marc. Because he was showing me the potency of sexual power, opening up new possibilities and potential. 

Things came to a head a couple of weeks later. We had just finished practice and the guys were sat round the locker room while I talked them through what we needed to improve on for our next game.

Then I saw it out of the corner of my eye. Marc was shaking his head and whispering to the guy next to him, clearly slating my team talk. My blood started to boil, I wasn't going to stand for this anymore.

"Got something to say, Marc?" I snapped abruptly.

"Yeah Troy I do actually." He had that sneering look on his face again. "I've been talking to a few of the other guys and we think it might be time for some new leadership on the team. You've done a decent job but maybe now it's time you handed over to a better player."

I was out of my seat before he had even finished the sentence. Then several things happened all at once. Marc jumped to his feet too and several guys joined him on both sides, trying to keep us apart.

Marc continued taunting me. "Let's face it Troy I'm a better ball player than you. And I'm a better man. Just ask Dixie."

We were now stood just inches apart. The locker room was hot but I felt even hotter. Anger and fury coursed through my body and it took all my self control not to start throwing punches. All that would do would be to incite a massive brawl and create a huge problem in the team. So I did everything I could to control my emotions. I looked down on him with an expression of utter contempt.

"I'm ten times the man you'll ever be Marc and if you don't like me captaining this team you know where the door is."

For a few seconds nobody said anything until Marc hissed, "This isn't over." And with that he turned and walked out, followed by a few of his pathetic acolytes.

He was right it wasn't over, but it soon would be. As I got my stuff together a few of the other guys came over and offered supporting words, but it certainly wasn't unanimous and there were plenty avoiding my gaze. I knew I had to deal with Marc once and for all and show everyone that I was the top dog.

And I knew the only way of doing that would be by ensnaring Dixie.

So I hatched a plan. I couldn't take the chance of approaching Dixie directly. If she turned me down it would be disastrous. I would be finished. A laughing stock.

No. I had to be clever about this. So instead I would go after Jess. She was Dixie's best friend and they were virtually inseparable.

Jess wasn't ugly by any means. In fact she was pretty cute. A petite brunette with a pretty face and perky pair of B-cups. She had a toned body which was tight in all the right places and while she was pale that suited her sweet all-American image.

She would have done well with guys but her problem was Dixie. She was such a sex bomb that she sucked up all the male attention. Dixie was like a sun gone supernova, wiping everything else from view. When they walked into a room at a party the guys would only have eyes for Dixie and Jess just got pushed to the side.

I figured that Jess probably got pretty pissed off about this situation. She must get jealous of all the attention Dixie got from guys, tired of constantly playing second fiddle, being ignored and slighted.

Getting into her pants would be easy. I decided to put my plan into action as soon as possible so the very next day I pulled Jess up in the corridor.

I was just on my way to practice and was wearing a tight white t-shirt with a pair of bright red shorts. I'd be jogging through the hot corridors and I was covered in a light sheen which only accentuated my rippling muscles. As I walked up to her I saw her eyes roving hungrily across my body, before her gaze was drawn inexorably to my crotch which was sporting a prominent bulge, despite my still being soft.

Jess was wearing a conservative cardigan and a pair of loose fitting jeans. She really didn't know how to work her assets and as I looked down at her petite body I knew it would be difficult to force myself to get too excited given her plainness, but I knew it was necessary for my plan to work.

There was no point in engaging in any small talk. I didn't want to get to know her emotionally. I just wanted to fuck her.

"Hey Jess, fancy going out for dinner tonight?"

I grinned at her reaction. From the look on her face she was feeling a mixture of shock, confusion and delight. It took her a few seconds to rediscover even a modicum of composure.

She giggled nervously and said, "Uh, yeah sure, that would be, like, awesome."

"Great, I'll pick you up at 7. Got practice now so gotta run."

And with that I strode away. As I did so I glanced back and saw Jess at the centre of a gaggle of girls all furiously whispering together. I loved girls and their gossiping ways. It was the key to making my plan work.

That practice was the worst yet. Not because we were playing badly, in fact we were playing some of our best ever stuff, but Marc was being cockier than ever. And there was no doubt that his confidence was translating onto the field. He even started calling the plays, something that had always been my role. But I just let it slide, sure that my plan would bring this challenger to heel.

As we got into the showers Marc didn't even bother to shower. "No point cleaning this," he said pointing at his dick, "when I've got my own personal cocksucker to clean it for me."

The guys whistled and I could see they were impressed by his brash arrogance. I just smiled to myself, sure that Marc was headed for a big fall.

I arrived outside Jess' house at 7 prompt. I was driving an old Chevrolet which Scott and I had inherited from our father, just about the only useful thing he had left us and even this was falling apart.

Jess lived halfway across town in a relatively nice area. The house was small, but way bigger than mine and Scott's poky apartment.

I was about to jump out when I saw Jess skipping down the driveway. As I looked up at the house I saw the curtains twitch. Almost like her parents don't trust me I thought. Well they weren't wrong.

And when I saw Jess up close it became even clearly why they would be concerned. She had clearly made a huge effort and had obviously been taking some lessons from Dixie because she was dolled up to the nines. Her face was covered in make-up, which gave it a rather unnatural look, jarring with the paleness of her skin. She had striking turquoise mascara and bright red lipstick which made her thin lips look bigger.

Her hair had been straightened and looked incredibly sleek in the fading evening sun. She was wearing what could only be described as a red lyrca boob tube which looked like it was a size or two too small. It barely covered her small, flat tits but the clinging material had the effect of pushing them upwards, making them look bigger than I remembered.

Both her pale, white shoulders and toned, flat stomach were completely exposed, showing off her athletic, taut body. Her problem was that she was all angular and rigid without the feminine curves that made a chick really hot and sexy. But my eyes were drawn to her matching, crimson mini-skirt which billowed gently in the wind and left her pale, thin legs completely exposed.

It was little wonder that her parents were nervous. Their little girl had just walked out of their house for a date looking like a cheap slut. I found myself unconsciously licking my lips. This was going to be more fun than I'd thought. It was clear just how desperate Jess was to impress and that was exactly what I needed from her.

In all honesty the overall effect didn't work. It clearly wasn't her style. It was her trying to emulate her hotter, sexy friend instead of finding her own way. 

A few seconds later the door flung open and Jess jumped into the passenger's seat next to me. I was immediately hit by the smell of her sickly sweet perfume and had to force myself not to cough. Boy, this chick was desperate for me. Instead of offering a verbal greeting I leaned across and planted my lips forcefully on hers.

She jumped slightly in shock at this sudden connection but quickly joined in enthusiastically as our tongues swirled together. As she started to feel more comfortable I became more aggressive, my tongue ravishing the inside of her mouth. I felt another jolt of surprise but there was no attempt to draw back and I took this as an invitation to continue. I wanted to assert my dominance and control over the situation, approaching it like I approached everything else in life, and it seemed as though Jess was more than happy to play the submissive role.

I felt like I could have fucked her right there and then, right in front of her parents house, the thought of doing so sent a surge to my hardening cock, but I knew this wasn't the plan so I forced myself free of our prolonged kiss.

Jess looked disappointed and reached across to attempt a repeat performance but I said, "Don't worry babe, there'll be plenty more time for that later."

Now that I was free of our embrace I was able to look more closely at her body. And while it was not the best it was far from the worst. And from my vantage point I could see almost all of her pale, white tits. The contrast with her bright red top was pretty hot.

"So where are you taking me for dinner?"

"Oh you'll see," I replied. And I set off driving.

We didn't talk much as I drove. I couldn't be bothered with chit chat and that was clearly not what attracted Jess either. Whenever I glanced across at Jess I saw her gawping at me, sometimes even open mouthed, as though she still could not believe this was really happening to her. Like she was in a dream that she was about to wake up from.

As I drove out of town houses became less and less frequent until we arrived at a quiet and secluded country lane, surrounded on all sides by trees. I'd heard that it was a popular make out spot and it was just perfect for my plan.

As the car slowed to a halt I looked across at Jess who had a dazed, confused look on her face. "I thought you were taking me out for dinner?"

"Yeah I am doing. Here's your dinner babe." And as I spoke I moved quickly to yank down my jeans so that my massive tool flopped out, just as I'd planned when I had gone commando for the evening.

My dick was semi erect and stretched down my muscled thighs. Even in this state it must have been 9 or 10 inches long and I felt a surge of pride go through me as I saw Jess' reaction to this sudden reveal.

I wished I could have taken a photo of her shocked expression as her eyes bulged out agog and her jaw dropped at the sight in front of her.

And before she could react I reached back and quickly pulled off my tight white t-shirt, flinging it behind me onto the back seat. Jess' mouth opened wider and her eyes darted across the obscene tableau laid out before her.

Finally she seemed to regain the power of speech. "Wow." That was all that she could manage as she stared in stunned silence.

"Don't you want to taste it?" I teased playfully.

But it seemed like Jess' mind was struggling to assimilate the sensory overload. "But, but, it's so big, there's no way I'll be able to fit that monster in my small mouth."

"Oh babe, give it a go, you know you want it." And then pausing for effect. "Unless you want me to give it to another chick instead?"

The effect of this last remark was instantaneous.

"Oh no, of course not. I want it but it's just ...." she trailed off.

"Don't worry babe we'll take it nice and slow. Come on, why don't you touch it, it won't bite."

This interplay was really boring me. Why couldn't we just fast forward to the part where I fucked her brains out? But I knew it would be better to take it slow, ease her in and make sure that I did everything I could to enhance her experience. I wanted her to really enjoy this. I wanted this to be the best sex she would ever have.

Her small hand reached out and tentatively wrapped itself around my now hardening prick.

"That's it babe" I cooed encouragingly.

Her pale white hand was a stark contrast to the dark mahogany brown of my dick. The sight made my blood pump faster, helping to inflate my shaft further.

Growing in confidence Jess started to wank my cock, and it responded by swelling and hardening.

"Woah," she panted half in excitement and half in fear.

"It likes you babe" I said playfully. "Why don't you kiss it?"

Crawling across she placed her knees on the passenger seat, thrusting her ass into the air and bringing her head down to my now rock solid spur.

It was now standing upright and to attention. Jess reached forward, stretching her lip out until it connected with my purple, fat helmet. She swirled her tongue around before opening her mouth wide until the head had disappeared from view.

I groaned at her touch, more in encouragement than pleasure. She was being far too tentative, far too soft, far too plain and far too vanilla. But I let her grow accustomed to my meat without complaint.

As she continued to explore I reached across and pulled down her top. It was so flimsy that it folded in on itself until it formed a red belt around her midrift. As her small tits fell out I reached across and massaged them gently before tweaking her erect nipples.

That elicited a groan of approval and as I looked down I saw Jess really getting into the blow job. She was forcing her head further and further down my rod and sucking on it as though her life depended on it.

I could tell that she hadn't given many blow jobs, or perhaps it may have been that my size, but what she lacked in experience she made up for in eagerness.

Her red lipstick had now almost entirely disappeared and was now smeared across the top few inches of my dick making it look even more imposing while also making her face appear even more slutty. Her spit was flying everywhere in her frantic attempt to please me.

"That's great," I said, "But you can use your hands too babe."

At my prompting I felt both her hands rise up and wrap themselves around my pole. I couldn't help be turned on by the sight of this slut slurping on the end of my cock with both hands wrapped around it and still not able to take it all to the base.

Forcing myself to return my attention to Jess I pulled down her mini-skirt, exposing her wet cunt which had been neatly trimmed, a small bush visible above her leaking hole. Wasting no time I placed my thumb on her small clit and started it massaging it sensitively.

I felt a surge of excitement at my touch pulse through Jess' body, causing her mouth to push further down my shaft.

Stepping things up a notch I inserted first one and then two fingers into her tight snatch. The inside of her pussy felt warm and silky smooth. And as I started to gently fuck her with my large fingers. I could see her shiny, pink cunt opening up.

It was obvious that she wasn't very experienced sexually as her twat felt incredibly tight and I could feel it stretching as I inserted yet another finger and started to build up the pace.

Jess' face was starting to look flushed and her sweat was making her pale body gleam as she rocked herself against my fingers while continuing her blow job.

To be honest I was a little bored. Her oral skills were not improving and she was still unable to fit more than the first few inches inside her mouth.

But Jess was panting, heaving with exertion as she did her best to please me. And as my fingers moved faster and deeper inside her I could feel her pussy juices starting to leak onto my hand. Eventually she must have reached breaking point as she lifted her mouth off my dick and screamed, "Fuck me Troy. Fuck me NOW!"

"Come and clamber aboard then" I said grinning at her eager face.

Her petite, flexible body manoeuvred itself across the car, finding a way despite the cramped conditions. As she did so I used the hand which had been fingering her to guide her ass, which I could pick up easily in my huge paws.

I could barely smell her perfume now. The tight confines of the car had been suffused with a tangy, sexual odor as the smell of her ripe pussy mixed with the more musky smell of my now throbbing prick. 

After a few seconds of scrambling Jess was now straddled across my powerful thighs, my precum started to smear across her stomach. I adjusted my seat so that I was now laying back at an angle. I reached across and pulled Jess down gently by the neck until our lips met.

Her mouth had a salty taste, having just been servicing my cock, but I didn't let that affect me. I was less aggressive and more sensual than before, trying to relax Jess, preparing her for what would come next.

I could feel my now swollen prick digging into her tensed abdominal muscles. After a few seconds Jess pulled away and I looked down. The sight of my now slick, wet, dark wooden stick against her white colourless skin really pushed my buttons and I felt a real hunger to fuck the living daylights out of her tight, young body.

Instead I took it slowly and lifted her body up from her ass, as though it was as light as a feather. I heard a squeal of anticipation from Jess who was looking at my now flexed muscles as though she was a staved women looking at a feast.

As her ass reached the tip of my purple helmet and it touched the entrance to her pussy I could see Jess' heart was racing, her breathing becoming more and more erratic. She leaned forward with her dainty arms outstretched, clinging onto my shoulder blades for support.

"Are you ready babe? Don't worry, we can take it nice and slow."

Jess groaned in response and seemed incapable of speech, for what would not be the first time that evening, and just nodded her head.

As she did so I let go of her ass so that she dropped a few inches and her cunt enveloped the head of my cock, before she righted herself and stopped it penetrating any further.




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 02



She screamed out immediately, the girth of my thick, muscled shaft forcing the walls of her twat to stretch and contort in ways she had never felt before.

I looked down and saw her sat impaled on my stiff rod, still at least 8 inches uncovered and the lips to her cunt bulging out.

Jess was now short of breath and I could feel her shuddering as she tried to come to terms with what was happening to her. I could feel her moist twat leaking over my helmet, mixing with my precum and proving more lubrication so that she started to slip further down my dick.

I was starting to grow impatient. This wasn't doing it for me, she was taking things so slowly that I was in danger of falling asleep. I wanted to thrust my battering ram balls deep into her hole, and keep pounding it until I came. But I knew this was about her pleasure, not mine.

So I waited, what seemed like an age as she started to push down on my prick, growing accustomed to its size. I could feel her vagina stretching to accommodate this alien invader. Eventually she reached about 8 inches down and stopped, her face contorted in pleasure.

Leaning forward so that I could feel her hot breath on my face she whispered in my ear, "Fuck me, big boy."

I didn't need a second invitation. I grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her gently off my shaft, just as it reached the top I thrust my hips up and started to fuck her.

As I started to pick up the pace Jess started to groan loudly, she flopped forward so that she was nuzzling my nape as I continued to methodically pound her. I was taking it slow, or at least I thought I was but it seemed like it was plenty fast enough for Jess.

I could feel her cunt being really stretched now as I pushed deeper and deeper. It was resisting me but my shaft was irresistible and she was being forced to submit to it. For the first time I started to get into it as I felt her tight twat encasing my dick, soaking it in her fanny fluids.

And then I felt her whole body shake and her screaming reached a higher pitch as a powerful orgasm raced through her body. I felt her pussy spasm on my dick, leaking like a fountain now, soaking my crotch in her juices.

The car was steaming up as we both panted at our exertions and I felt her warm body flailing against mine as I continued to pound methodically away and Jess seemingly began to lose all sense of control.

I lifted her clammy body and once again wrapped my lips around hers, while I pummelled her with regular, hard strokes. She felt like jelly in my hands, quivering and limp. My tongue invaded her mouth and for several minutes our bodies remained glued together, writhing around on the car seat as yet again I felt her body shaking and yet more liquid came pouring out of her dripping cunt.

Her tight, wet snatch was starting to have an effect on me and I felt my dick stiffen and swell until eventually I could control it no longer. I quickly lifted Jess just as my huge cannon started firing. The first spurt of cum rocketed out and hit the top of my car, the next went in an arc until it connected with Jess' sleek brown hair.

I was roaring now as I felt the release from my body as I soaked Jess in my thick, creamy man juice. She had turned into someone else now. She was a sex craved slut and I watched as she scraped my cum off her face and chest and guzzled it down as though she hadn't eaten for days.

She clearly wanted more and I was more than happy to give it to her. Her lewd display was a huge turn on and I soon felt blood once again pumping to my expanding cock.

I reached across and opened the door. As I did so we both shivered at the cool breeze, which felt much colder given how hot and humid the car had become.

Jess got the idea and clambered out as I quickly followed. She was unsteady on her feet but her hand snaked out and wrapped itself around my dick which was now almost fully erect, sticking out from my body, swinging around ominously like a python ready to strike.

"Fuck me, stud. And I want it hard this time."

It was like she had been transformed. Gone was the plain, unexcitingly dull girl I'd asked out on a date earlier that day. In her place was a horny dick-loving slut who wanted me it hard and fast.

Well if she wanted hard, she was going to get it hard. I lifted her up from her midrift and walked round to the front of the car before twisting her round and bending her over the car bonnet.

I wasted no time in placing the tip of my shaft at the entrance to her cunt and driving it into her fast and deep. Her vaginal passage was looser now and so well lubricated that I was able to stuff almost 10 inches of wrist thick cock inside her now well-used pussy.

She screamed out in what sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain. This time I didn't take it slow. I didn't give her time to adjust. This is what she wanted. She wanted me to dominate her. She wanted me to manhandle her. She wanted me to take her. And so I started to drill my dick inside her hard, fast and deep.

Soon I could feel her whole body shaking yet again and this time her spasming cunt seemed to go into meltdown, so much juice was leaking from it that I thought she would run completely dry. And still I did not stop fucking her.

I felt like I could keep on going for hours. Jess seemed to have lost the power of speech, all she could do now was utter hoarse, guttural moans. I was losing control now. Jess had helped to unleash my inner beast and I was going to keep up my assault until my desire was sated.

Both our bodies were now covered in sweat as we continued to fuck like wild animals. What before had been slow and sensual was now utterly primal.

At last I felt that familiar tightening in my balls and quickly pulled out, spinning Jess round in the process, before splattering her in my jizz once again. She looked a complete wreck. Her once pale white skin was now smeared in the black dirt from the car bonnet and interspersed with white blotches of semen.

As I finished blasting my latest load over her she crawled forward and took my dick into her mouth, eager to extract every last drop.

She looked hungry for more, but I had tired of this plain, cheap slut. I had done what I had set out to do. I had fucked her into a haze of slutty submission and desperation which would leave her begging for more. And more importantly running to all her girlfriends to tell them how amazing I was.

Judging by the darkness now surrounding us it looked pretty late, so I decided it was time to call it a night.

I forced Jess to her feet and pushed her stumbling into through the passenger side door where she fell in a heap onto the seat. Despite her weariness and the complete state she was in she still begged imploringly, "Fuck me again. I need you. I need you inside me."

"I think that's enough for one night, babe." I replied with a wry grin on my face.

I walked back round the car, quickly put my jeans and t-shirt back on and got in the car. As I drove Jess back home I noticed her dozing off to sleep with an expression of pure bliss on her blotchy, red, cum soaked face.

When I pulled up at her house Jess was still asleep and took a few minutes to awaken. It was now very late so the streets were deathly quiet. I wanted to drop her off and leave as quickly as I could so I nipped out of the car and was just helping her out when I heard running footsteps behind.

I quickly swivelled round and was confronted with a wheezy fat man in his fifties running down the driveway, followed closely by his scared looking wife.

He stopped just a few feet away from me as Jess swayed unsteadily and lent back onto the car for support.

As he looked at Jess his face started to swell and redden as an angry crimson tide washed over him. He momentarily paused in stunned silence before launching into a tirade, "What do you think you have been doing? You bastard. What have you done to my poor girl?"

Unable to stop myself I replied cockily, "It's pretty obvious what I've been doing to her, isn't it?"

Jess was starting to wake up to the situation and rearrange her clothing to provide at least a modicum of modesty but it was far too late for that.

And then suddenly I saw her father launch himself at me. As he leapt forward though I nimbly swayed out of the way and he hit the floor with a sickening thud.

I calmly picked up his sprawling body and pinned him against the car door.

"I'm Troy Fratelli and I will fuck who I want, when I want and there is nothing you can do to stop me. And you better get that into your thick skull soon or your pathetic ass will be lying in a hospital room while I'm here fucking your daughter AND your wife."

At that I threw him to the side and he dropped to the pavement again, falling heavily like a sack of spuds.

Turning to his wife I said calmly, "Unfortunately for you babe I don't have time to fuck you tonight but if your husband doesn't wise up soon it can be arranged. I'm sure Jess will be able to tell you just how good I am."

And with that I left the three of them in shocked silence and got back in my car to drive home.

When I got into my bed that night adrenaline was still running through my veins. Even though Jess wasn't anything to get too excited about it had felt great to see her on her knees in front of me, utterly devoted to my dick. I fell asleep hoping tomorrow would be even better.

The next day was Saturday so I got up late, feeling a sense of excitement about the day ahead. I quickly jumped into the shower, lathering up my toned body, so that all traces of my exertions the previous night was removed.

It was mid-afternoon when the ring on my bell came. Smiling to myself I pressed the intercom to let in the guest I had been expecting.

A few seconds later I heard a loud knock on the door. I decided to take my time, make her wait a bit. The knocking grew louder and more impatient until eventually I flung the door open.

The sight which greeted my eyes still stunned me, even though I was expecting it. Stood before me was the hottest, sexiest chick I had ever laid eyes on. It was Dixie.

She was leaving very little to the imagination, sporting a bright purple 2-piece bikini, which matched the colour of the tiny handbag that hung from her right shoulder and was incredibly tight fitting. The material barely covered her sizeable breasts and I could see all of her incredibly tantalising cleavage. Her body was in great shape, tight in all the right places but still retaining her feminine curves.

My eyes which had at first been glued to her incredible rack drifted down her body to see the thinnest possible thong which barely covered her pussy above her tall, slender legs.

Finally I managed to drag my head back up to her face. She was wearing plenty of makeup but whereas Jess was an amateur, Dixie was a pro. It just seemed more natural, more in keeping with the tanned, golden colour of the rest of her body. Her best feature by far were her fat, pouty lips which had been covered in a bright pink lipstick. I couldn't wait to have them wrapped round my meat.

I looked into her piercing blue eyes and almost had to step back at the intensity of the stare which she gave me. It was filled with such a powerful mixture of lust and desire.

I don't think my cock has ever got so hard so quickly. It literally went from being soft to being as solid as a steel crowbar in just a few seconds as I looked at her incredible body.

The thing with Dixie was that it wasn't one feature that made her stand out, although her boobs were pretty special, it was the whole package. It was as though she had just stepped out of a porn shoot, she just seemed like she was made for fucking. I could feel the heat emanating from her body.

I never got nervous. Ever. But even I was starting to question whether I would be able to satisfy this sex bomb.

I had decided not to bother with many clothes, after all I was hoping I wouldn't need them. So I was just wearing a pair of leopard skin boxer shorts. I could feel my prick stretching the thin material, trying to free itself from its confines and get inside this minx standing before me.

After a few seconds of stunned silence Dixie entered the apartment and shut the door behind her. Quickly she got level with me and pushed me back against the wall.

"Hello big boy, pleased to see me?" in a sweet, seductive voice which made my dick swell even further.

"Yeah" I mumbled slightly.

Dixie wasted no time in grabbing my throbbing piece of meat, massaging it slowly as it lay encased in its cotton confinement.

"Well I guess Jess wasn't lying, you really are a very big boy, aren't you?"

Her lips curled upwards as she looked into my eyes. This seemed to wake me up and I knew for this to work I needed to take charge. This wasn't some inexperienced little girl, this was a hot-as-fuck whore who wanted it hard and rough.

Reaching down I whispered in her ear, "Bigger than anything you've ever seen before."

And with that I ripped down my boxer shorts, causing my dick to bounce upwards like an uncoiled spring, hitting her hand hard.

It was her time to look shocked and stunned.

"But ...", she was stumbling now, "It's massive, it can't be real." And then she moaned, a moan laced with both fear and desire.

Without saying another word she got to her knees and wrapped her pouting lips around my spear.

I felt elated. This was the fittest, hottest girl in the school, the girlfriend of my most hated rival and here she was on her knees, submitting to me without me even having to try.

What she did next could only be described as worshipping my huge schlong. It was like she had entered a trance where all that existed was her mouth and my cock.

She drove her head down hard on my prick and I felt it hit the back of her mouth with a thud. She must have been intimidated but she didn't let that inhibit her.

I felt my dick pressing out, pushing her jaw down and out to accommodate my girth. Her wet, hot breath felt fantastic on the sensitive tip and I squirmed as her tongue danced expertly under my helmet. After just a few seconds I felt my precum oozing into her mouth as I gasped in pleasure at her expert oral skills.

A moment later I felt her soft, smooth hands reach up and start tugging my love stick, massaging it sensually, wanking it into a state of even more heightened frenzy.

Taking a breath she lifted her head up and as she did a long, white strand of precum stretched up before breaking and falling all over her chin. The sight was incredible, this super hot slut already covered in my juices. I couldn't wait to see her degraded even further.

She spat viciously several times on to my huge fuck muscle before using her hands to spread the liquid across my tool, while continuing to wank it, so that it became slick and shimmered even more imposingly before her eager mouth.

But before I could take that in she had enveloped my cock again in her mouth with yet more zeal this time. She was forcing herself further and further down my shaft, impaling herself and forcing my pecker to push down her tight, constricted throat.

When I had buried two thirds of my prick inside her she started to gag and splutter, she was clearly struggling to breathe. Having a tube the size of a coke can down your throat must do that to you I thought wickedly.

But she didn't let the obvious discomfort affect her, keeping her eyes on the prize and continuing to edge her chin towards my low hanging balls. Her hands kept busy the entire time, squeezing my churning gonads. The sensation was incredible. I had never before seen a chick be so insatiable, so voracious, so desperate to fuck my dick with her mouth and throat and hands.

Things were started to get real messy as flecks of spit flew everywhere making my cock even more slippy and easing its passage further and further down her neck. As I looked down at her I could see she was at her limits. Her breathing had become erratic, her mouth was bulging obscenely and her face had become red. But still she went on.

She had now reached her physical limits, with a good 3 inches of solid, hard cock left untouched by her impressive mouth. And it wasn't long before I was pushed beyond mine. I felt my balls tightening, I couldn't control it. My dick flared and I quickly pulled Dixie off my cock.

Immediately a spurt of white cum was fired out of my now obscenely large cannon. I had never felt so aroused in my life. And I had never cum so hard in my life. I let out a loud, primal grunt and the whole room seemed to shake as I shuddered violently. The first shot hit the ceiling a good nine feet above, the next one went flying over Dixie's shoulder and hit the opposite wall. I felt dazed, but regained my composure enough to direct my still spasming dick at Dixie's face. I watched as volley after volley rained over her, as though she was having a milk shower.

Just like Jess the night before she was desperate to taste my essence and she gobbled up as much as she could.

I watched her in a slight daze, still shocked at this sudden turn of events. It had all been so easy in the end. "No need for dinner then, babe." I said laughing as Dixie continued to consume my cum like a ravenous, feral animal.

She was scooping the thick goo off her breasts, which were now fully exposed as her bikini had fallen away in the flurry of activity. I could now see her magnificent jugs in all their glory.

Huge, ripe melons, perfectly spherical with a golden tan that exhibited no unsightly tan lines. There was no sag whatsoever, they just stood there proud and imposing, as though gravity had no effect on them. Even better she had a pair of nipples which pointed straight out in front of her and which I could see were fully erect and begging to be worshipped.

I could not wait to touch them, to feel them in my hands and mouth. But looking back up at her face she seemed disappointed now that she had scooped up most of the jizz which had covered her.

"Why the sad face, babe?"

"Oh, it's just I really hoped you would fuck me right now with that big hard dick of yours. But now that you've blown your load I guess I'll have to wait."

I laughed and started wanking my deflated prick, slowly bringing it back to life.

"Oh babe, that was just the warm up act. I've got plenty more left in the tank. And it's all yours."

"But once Marc has popped he usually can't get it up for hours."

"Well I'm not Marc, am I?" I said gloatingly.

And I saw her mouth open in shock as she saw my hand leave my now ramrod straight fuck stick, which extended past my navel and rested on my tight, muscled abs.

"Now get up those stairs, get on my bed and get ready for the fucking of your life."

Dixie jumped straight up in response to my order, her massive jugs swaying seductively as she did so. I watched as she strutted up the stairs, my eyes fixated on her incredible ass which was large, round and incredibly tight. I couldn't wait to fuck it.

And so after just a few seconds I followed her up the stairs.

The sight which greeted me when I entered my bedroom was almost enough to make me cum again on the spot.

Dixie was laying on the bed in a semi-upright position, her back placed on my pillows. She had her legs wide open and her small hand was placed just over the top of her hairless cunt. As she slowly massaged it I could see it glistening, moist and wet from her state of arousal.

She looked at that moment like a golden goddess, with her perfect large orbs undulating slightly as she rocked backwards and forwards while she continued to finger herself.

Her body position screamed submission. It screamed an invitation for me to fuck her and it was one that I wasn't going to refuse. She was laying there ready, like a turkey waiting to be plucked.

I approached her slowly, wanting to savour every moment. As I mounted the bed I looked up and saw her eyes fixed on one thing. The beast between my legs. She just couldn't take her eyes off it as it bobbed menacingly, getting nearer and nearer.




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 03



This chapter is very different from the previous two as is reflected by the categorisation. It mainly focuses on Scott, Troy's brother. Please note this piece is fantasy not reality and should not be seen to condone any of the behaviour described. All characters are aged 18 or over. Feedback welcomed, please let me know if you have ideas for future chapters.

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As I watched the bevy of scantily clad cheerleaders enter the room my reaction could not have been more different from everyone else. Instead of whooping with joyful anticipation at the imminent orgy I felt anger rising up inside me like an uncontrollable fire blazing everything in its wake.

I rose abruptly from my seat, not in eagerness to get my hands on a busty slut, but in anger at my brother's impetuousness. I stormed out without a backward glance, brushing off an offended looking chick who had obviously been told to target me.

As I walked through the corridors my anger seemed to build even further, rather than dissipating. My brother was so fucking full of himself and so rash. You would think after everything that had happened to our family that he would show a bit of caution, but no he raced around like a bull in a china shop seemingly not caring about the consequences of his actions.

The thought of the word 'bull' momentarily diverted my mind away from the anger I was feeling. Troy certainly was a bull. A bull-stud.

Having lived with him all my life I had seen his physical development, his hours in the gym paying off, building his musculature and honing his physique, turning him into the Adonis that he had become. Of course it helped that he had shot up in height, reaching his current mountainesque proportions, standing at a towering 6 foot 5. Combined with his dark, tanned skin, rugged jaw line and spiky black hair he had all the girls swooning at him and plenty of boys too.

But as his brother I was lucky enough to have seen him up close. And all his impressive features paled into insignificance in comparison to the awe inspiring baseball-bat which swung between his legs. After the death of our parents we were forced closer together and we were completely comfortable in each other's presence. I would regularly see Troy walking around naked in all his glory.

And as he had got older it became harder and harder to miss the thick piece of pipe he was packing. I had to strain every sinew to stop myself from staring, but it was so hard. As I reached the parking lot my anger had given way to a lustfulness which seemed to have lasted for months, as I thought yet again about my brother's incredible body.

Living with him, seeing him every day was like simultaneously being in both heaven and hell. I felt blessed to be in the presence of such an incredible man. From his gorgeous face, to his chiselled abs to his humongous piece of meat it seemed like my brother was not a mere mortal, but a sexual God amongst men.

For so long I had suppressed my true feelings. Being gay in my neighbourhood was just not cool. I'd seen guys put in hospital for it and while I always knew Troy would protect me I still didn't feel comfortable about coming out. Especially when my bro was such an uber-jock. The straightest of the straight. It almost felt like I would be betraying him if I admitted that I loved dick.

I remembered that slowly dawning realisation that I was different. When my mates were jacking off to porn and raving about how hot the busty pornstars were I couldn't keep my eyes off the strong, powerful men and their thick, hard poles jutting proudly out from their crotches. I used to imagine that it was my ass they were ploughing, feeling their heat and strength dominating me into submission.

Like most guys in my position I fought against my feelings, denying them for as long as I could. But after I stumbled across some gay porn I could deny myself no longer. Watching two men throwing themselves at each other, their sweating bodies sliding against each other drove me wild with lust. Everything about it turned me on. There was nothing better than watching a muscular, tight ass being speared relentlessly. The look of ecstasy on both of their faces, one dominating and the other being dominated. Even the sound of it got me hot. Their low, guttural growling hit the spot in a way that squawking high-pitched squeals never seemed to.

But the fact that it was my brother that I lusted over seemed to make my emotions even more taboo. It was Troy who I thought of as I wanked myself to release at night. It was Troy who was able to get me harder than concrete. It was Troy that I fantasised fucking me.

Sure enough as I opened the door to the old Chevrolet my crotch felt uncomfortable as my boner stained against the tight jeans I was wearing. Jeez that boy infuriated me, just a few minutes ago I had been angry as hell at him and now I was once again consumed with lust.

For a few moments I sat in the old, stuffy car as the sun beat down on it causing the temperature to rise as high as my emotional fever. It had been in the last few months that my desire for my brother had really hit fever pitch.

Ever since he had banged Dixie a few months ago his libido had been turbocharged and he seemed to have fucked his way through the hot chicks in the school faster than a hot knife ran through butter. It was very rare these days for me to get home and not hear a chick screaming at the top of their lungs as Troy nailed her harder than she could handle.

At night I would lay down in bed while Troy banged one, two or even three sluts right next door. The sounds that emanated from the room often seemed barely human. I would just lie there, frantically jerking my own meat, consumed by jealousy and wishing it was my ass being destroyed by his lethal fuck spear.

The whole apartment reeked of cum and there seemed to be a perpetual sexual haze despite how far we tried to open the windows. It was like I could sense Troy's potent pheromones on some deeper level and they made me incredibly hungry for him.

But I still felt like I couldn't tell him how I truly felt. I valued our relationship too highly. After our parents had been ripped away from us so brutally we had formed such an incredibly strong bond. It seemed to extend further than a conventional brotherly love. We were literally the only person the other could rely on in the whole world.

We built a formidable level of trust between us as a result, because we wouldn't have survived otherwise. And weirdly it was our differences which made the relationship between us work.

We both reacted so differently to the tragic loss of our parents. Whereas he became driven physically I became driven mentally. Whereas he wanted to be the strongest, hardest, toughest guy around I wanted to reject that whole world and bury myself in books and academia. Whereas he spent hundreds of hours in the gym honing his body I spent hours in the library honing my mind. Whereas he was extrovert I was introvert and whereas he was driven to avenge our parent's deaths I just wanted a quiet life.

I guess he sort of adopted the fatherly role while I took up the motherly one in our relationship. He was the guy who would be strong enough and tough enough to protect us from external threats. He was the guy who would wheel and deal, bully and extort so that we always had enough money to keep our heads above water.

While I was always the one offering words of caution. I was the one providing loyal, submissive support. I was his emotional crux when he had returned home and could no longer keep up his aggressive, fearless front. I was the one who made sure all the boring jobs were done, that the place was kept reasonable and dinner was on the table.

It had always been like this, even when our parents had been around. Troy had always been stronger physically. When we had scrapped as youngsters it was always me that had been forced to yield. So that while I was the older brother most outsiders would not think so.

And so our relationship was far from perfect. We had so many bust-ups and arguments. But despite the tension between us we were glued together by a bond of trust and loyalty that was the most powerful force in the world.

And so this newfound sexual desire for Troy seemed to me to be incredibly dangerous. What if it ruined our relationship? I could not, I would not, let that happen.

But I had to find some form of coping mechanism. So I had surreptitiously fitted some cameras in Troy's room. That meant as he went about rearranging a chicks internal organs I could watch and get myself off. I also purchased the biggest, fattest black dildo I could find online and I would stand furiously wanking my prick while fucking myself.

But rather than satiating my lust it only seemed to intensify it. I was becoming more and more obsessed with his huge shaft, the way that it was so hard and strong and thick. I used to love watching his big, muscled ass thrusting away, pounding his latest squeeze into paroxysms of delight. The way his ass clenched and rippled with such immense power and control had me spewing gallons and gallons of cum.

The feelings were so confusing. How could something that felt so right be wrong?

But knowing it was I had buried myself even more into my academic work. As I saw Troy being dragged inexorably into the crime business I vowed to do everything I could to help him. I knew that he was a natural born leader and it was my duty to serve him in any way I could.

I was scared though and my fear drove me to urge Troy to be more cautious, more careful. Sometimes he took my advice but most of the time he didn't. Most of the time he was driven purely by instinct. And it was difficult to criticise those instincts. I was yet to meet a guy who wasn't intimidated by him or a chick who wasn't so wet for him that they would do anything he asked. But I worried that it was all going to his head.

I advised him not to tell the others about Roxy. Why let more people know? All it did was increase the risk that word would get back to the force, ruining our asset before we could use her. But he couldn't resist the impulse to act the big man, to impress the other guys and show them yet again how fearsome he was.

I could see why he had done it but it just felt like his judgement was being clouded by his ego. And then he had brought in those sluts and would no doubt spend the rest of the evening satisfying his carnal desires.

I didn't begrudge him having a good time but he seemed to only care about having a good time. And I worried that would make him sloppy, careless.

So as I sat stewing in the warm car I felt incredibly confused, my emotions a completely tangled mess. And I didn't know how to solve this problem. This was alien territory for me. I hadn't met a math problem that I wasn't able to solve. I loved nothing better to take on a challenge, break it down and solve it.

And so I didn't really know how to cope with this emotional angst. Driving home my mind was racing as my conflicting emotions battled for supremacy. One moment I was like a love-sick puppy convinced that Troy could do no wrong, the next I was cursing him with incredible ferocity convinced that he would ruin us both.

When I arrived home I sat myself at my laptop and tried to work on some software I had been developing but I could not focus or concentrate. I found myself going round in circles, as the coding swam before my eyes and my mind burned with confusion and trauma.

No matter how hard I tried I kept seeing images of Troy floating across my consciousness. His rugged face. His washboard abs. His foot-long porker. I was out of control as I once again felt my shaft hardening as I fantasised about my brother.

Finally something broke inside me. I banged down the laptop and jumped up, hurrying out of the flat and slamming the door behind me. I rushed out towards my car, got in and put my foot to the floor.

A few minutes, and several close shaves later, I arrived at my destination. It was a place that I had read about dozens of times online but never had the courage to visit. It had a sordid reputation as a bar where gay guys went with only one thing in mind - getting laid.

I had raced across town in an almighty hurry, mainly because I knew that if I stopped and thought about what I was doing I would have chickened out and gone home. This was way, way out of my comfort zone.

I mean sure I'd messed around a bit with a few guys but only nerds who had the sense to keep quiet about it and were shit scared of my brother. But stepping inside this joint would be a huge step into the unknown.

What if some muscled up jock stud picked me up, carried me home, bent me over and pounded me into submission so that I became a drooling, helpless cock slut. I'd seen how Troy looked at his conquests once he'd finished with them and they were on their knees begging him to fuck them again. It was a look of utter disdain. How would he feel if he saw me in that position, begging another guy to use and degrade my body?

And then I realised that I had to do this. I needed to have the courage to take this step and see what happened or I would be forever unhappy and dissatisfied. I needed to take a leaf out of Troy's book and act on instinct.

So I slowly opened the door and hammered it shut with more force than I had intended. I looked down at my hand, which was shaking uncontrollably.

Taking a deep breath I steeled myself and started walking towards the bar. It was dusk now and the light had begun to fade. As I approached I could hear the music and raucous noise emanating from the bar. A few of the patrons had spilt out onto the street and as I got near the door I saw two guys making out vigorously in the adjacent doorway, groping each other unable to keep their hands off each other.

Snapping my attention away I reached for the door and opened it, stepping over the threshold and into the unknown. I was immediately assaulted by a barrage of sound, the cheesy europop blaring out across the bar.

It was incredibly full even so early in the evening and was packed to the brim with an amazing variety of guys. Tall, short, fat, thin, blonde, brunette, white, black and latino. The makeshift dance floor was rocking with numerous gyrating bodies thrusting themselves together in a smorgasbord of hot man-on-man action.

The bar was incredibly hot and humid with too many bodies packed into too small a space. As a result the majority of the guys had discarded a lot of their clothing, with torsos being bared left, right and centre.

But the other thing that hit me was the smell. It was hard to describe but very powerful as the stale sweat mixed with a variety of cheap colognes to create an earthy musk which was incredibly manly but also faintly nauseating.

As I made a quick scan of the room I was generally disappointed. Sure there was the odd guy who looked ok but so many of the patrons seemed to be middle aged, overweight or just plain unattractive. Still I suppose it was unrealistic to immediately find someone I could pick up, take home and fuck, even though this was my overwhelming impulse.

I tried to gain my bearings and acclimatise. I felt so uncomfortable surrounded by all these exhibitionists. They were clearly very comfortable with their sexuality and being 'out' in public. But I wasn't and felt really self conscious.

My body temperature was rising and a few beads of sweat appeared on my temple as my discomfort grew. I decided I needed a drink and fast, so I started to edge my way to the bar. It was difficult to navigate a way through the mass of bodies and as guys knocked into me my pangs of unease only grew further.

What was I doing here? This wasn't me. This wasn't my scene. I was too socially awkward, too introverted, too controlled. But I knew this was an itch that I needed to scratch so I steeled myself to persevere. 

Eventually I pushed my way through to the bar and was lucky enough to nab one of the recently vacated stools. Propping myself up on the bar I focussed my attention onto the bar staff.

And I had to make an effort to stop my jaw hitting the floor. There were 4 of them and they were all smoking hot. It was like they had all been picked for their aesthetic qualities alone. Perhaps that explained why the bar was so popular.

There were all very different. But they all had certain things in common. They were all completely naked except for the tightest pair of lurid green speedos I had ever seen in my life. They all had rippling muscles and shredded, 6-pack abs. And they all had a sizeable bulge in those tight fitting pouches.

The one nearest to me was tall, dark and very handsome. I mean he rivalled Troy in the looks department even if I doubted he would do so in the trouser department. He had perfectly groomed stubble which just made him look so hot in a mean and brooding sort of way. He had tufts of hair all across his body, giving him a swarthy, manly look.

Next to him was a shorter guy with dirty blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. He had a broad smile and an easy going manner, rocking the surfer dude vibe as I saw him chatting up the customers. His body seemed to be as hairless as that of a baby and he had clearly doused himself with oil at the start of his shift so that his tanned pecs gleamed in the dull light of the bar.

A bit further along was an absolute beast of a man. He looked more like a bouncer than a bar tender. He was an absolute giant, standing at least 6 and a half feet tall, and was tremendously stacked. His muscles bulged from his body obscenely and I could only imagine what damage he would do in the bedroom.

On the other side of the bar was a rugged looking black guy with a shaved head and charcoal brown eyes. He looked very imposing and I could see him grunting towards a patron he was serving who looked like he was about to spaff in his pants.

By the time I'd got my breath back the nearest barman had reached me.

"What do you want to drink fellow."

"Erm ... errm ..." I stumbled, completely losing my composure.

He smiled widely, showing off his prefect white teeth.

"First time here, hey?"

"Is it that obvious?" I said somewhat dispirited at being caught out. I felt my face beginning to flush in embarrassment.

"Well it's a lot to take in the first time. You're not the first and you're not the last to feel nervous and shy around this ... well this hedonism."

His kind words calmed my nerves somewhat and I smiled weakly back.

"Anyway, what do you want to drink?" He asked again. "You clearly need a few to relax yourself."

"I'll have a scotch on the rocks, thanks."

When the barman returned I quickly downed my drink and ordered another. And another. And another.

Before long I was pretty buzzed and starting to relax a little. My eyes surveyed the room and I began to feel more at ease in this seedy, debauched environment. It was unbelievable to be somewhere where you could be completely open about your sexuality. Not having to worry what my brother would think or anyone else.

A surge of liberation flooded through my veins, but it was an alien feeling. My life had been all about duty and obligation for so long. With our parents gone and Troy being so head strong it had always fallen to me to be responsible, always fallen to me to exert self-control and subjugate my own desires, always down to me to make sure all the little things in life were sorted out.

As I sat there in this strange new world I felt a defiance rising up within me. It was about time I let go and enjoyed myself. So I set about finding a guy to fuck. Seeing those hot bartenders and being surrounded by such rampant testosterone had gotten me horny as hell.

I could feel my hard prick straining against my underwear. I knew my dick wasn't in Troy's league, I doubted anyone's was, but it wasn't anything to be ashamed about. It was a good 8 inches and thick too. And right about now it wanted nothing more than to pound a tight, wet hole until it got the release it had now been waiting hours for.




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 03



The problem was there was a serious lack of talent on offer. And the few young muscle studs that were available were surrounded by swarms of eager suitors, desperate to get a piece of the action. I myself had already knocked back a few approaches and was starting to think the whole thing was a lost cause when I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

A little way along the bar were two guys, one looming over the other. I saw the hand of the bigger guy reach out, groping the smaller one violently. The look on the victim's face was a combination of horror, panic and terror. Instinctively, without thinking about the possible consequences I jumped up from my seat and rushed across.

"Oi get off him," I bellowed as I reached across to pull the shoulder of the bigger guy. He spun round immediately and suddenly I began to doubt my actions.

The guy had what could only be described as a mashed up face. His nose was flattened and crooked while he had a black eye. He frankly looked terrifying and I felt like he could easily put me into a coma. But if there was one thing my brother had always taught me was to stand up for yourself and not show any weakness. This was proving very difficult at the moment but I was determined to do my best.

"That wasn't a very smart move, was it?" the brute snarled at me.

The next moment he had lunged forward, trying to land a punch on me. I nimbly sidestepped him and aimed my knee firmly into his groin. He keeled over in pain and screeched at the top of his lungs. When he had regained his balance his face looked positively demented with fury and started walking back towards me.

I was in real trouble now, I doubted my move was going to work a second time. But then to my relief I saw the same tall, dark barman appear out of the corner of my eye.

"Mason! You better calm down right now or you'll be getting another ban."

The man whose name was obviously Mason stopped and looked across. The anguish on his face was palpable and he stood there for a few moments as though attempting to solve a complex problem and failing miserably. Finally he shook his head and wagged his finger at me.

"You better watch out, pretty boy won't always be here to save you." And he stomped off in the opposite direction, undoubtedly seeking out his next victim.

"Sorry about that," the barman muttered apologetically, "Mason finds it difficult to take no for an answer. But his bark is worse than his bite. Let me get you both another drink on the house."

"You know what I'll have - another scotch on the rocks." I said quickly.

I turned to look at the other guy to see what he would order and for the second time that evening I had to fight to stop my jaw dropping to the floor.

Stood next to me was the cutest, most handsome guy I had ever seen in my life. He had high cheekbones and his face tapered perfectly down to his rounded chin. His features were petite but his eyes were a piercing blue and as he cracked a smile he showed off his perfect white teeth and adorable dimples. The picture was completed by his tousled, mousey brown hair which was immaculately styled, brushed forward across his forehead.

"I'll just have a rum and coke", he told the bartender.

His voice was soft and clipped, his accent was rarefied as though he was from a different social milieu entirely and this only increased my curiosity and desire. He was a few inches shorter than me and had a slim build. I had never seen a prettier guy in all my life. He looked like a model and wouldn't have looked out of place in a catalogue or even in a film. 

I had never believed in love at first sight, but in this moment I felt like anything could be possible, as I tried to process emotional feelings which I had never encountered before. I could understand now why Mason had been attracted and in my mind could imagine myself in his position. It probably helped that he looked so dapper. He was wearing a pair of navy blue chinos and a crisp white shirt which pulled off looking both casual and at ease but also smart and sophisticated.

"Thanks so much for that. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been here to rescue me."

His voice broke me out of my daydream and I watched in stunned silence. My mind seemed to have frozen and I was unable to respond. The thought of engaging in conversation seemed to be beyond me.

"I'm Nate by the way," he said offering his hand.

I quickly shook it. His hand was smaller than mine and it felt so soft and smooth in my hands. I lingered perhaps a second too long, electrified by the touch.

"Scott," I replied, "And it was no problem at all."

By now the bartenders had returned with our drinks which we both took and clinked together.

"Typical for something like that to happen on my first visit here, it's taken me weeks to pluck up the courage." He had a rueful smile on his gorgeous lips now.

"Really? It's my first time here too! It's all a bit overwhelming isn't it?"

"No way, man. Totally."

And suddenly the ice was broken and we started chatting. It was pretty difficult to hear each other over the cacophony of noise around us, which of course meant we needed to lean in closer and closer. I wasn't too concerned about this. In fact I was positively loving it. 

As we reached across each other to whisper into each other's ears our bodies unavoidably touched. My hand on his back. His thigh on my thigh. My chin on his shoulder. I felt his hot breath on my collar and could smell him. He was wearing a sweet cologne but I could also smell his sweat and loved it as though it contained pheromones pulling me closer to him.

I had no idea what we were talking about but we were both laughing and we were both moving closer and closer together. After a few more drinks we were practically sat in each other's laps and it felt as though the rest of the bar had melted away and we were the only people left.

As I looked into his deep, blue eyes it felt like I might fall into them. They were so big, so bright, so enticing. My dick was now desperate, like a dog yanking at its leash. It was taking all my self control to stop myself from mauling him right there and then.

The talking had stopped and we were now just gazing at each other, seemingly both swept away in the moment. But both frightened and fearful, unwilling to make the first move.

Our faces were moving closer and closer at an imperceptible pace. I could feel his ragged breath on my cheek as our mouths hung seemingly interminably in the air, neither of us daring to give in to our desires.

And then suddenly it happened. Our lips connected and I felt a thrill surge through my body. Whether it was the drink or the feelings of wanton lust my rational mind, perhaps for the first time I could remember, took a back seat and I was acting on pure desire.

Both our mouths were now locked together and our tongues were exploring each other with giddy excitement. His mouth tasted minty fresh and I was determined to taste every part of it. Our tongues were dancing, entwined in a chaotic dance. It was fumbling but I didn't care. I had never felt so physically attracted to anyone else in my life.

Without realising it my hand had reached up to cup his neck and pull us closer together. I felt his hands roaming over my body and then down towards my crotch.

As his hand reached the outline of the bulge in my trousers we both let out a gasp and our mouths fell away from their passionate embrace. Our eyes locked together and I saw the glint of lust in his eyes. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Nate leaned forward and whispered, "Let's get out of here," in my ear. He led the way, through the mass of people still partying away. But I didn't see them. My eyes were fixed on Nate's tight butt, which was shown off by his tight fitting trousers. Daringly, I grabbed hold of his ass and gave it a firm squeeze as we edged our way to the door, laying claim to what was now mine.

When we reached the door Nate whipped out his cell and I heard him calling a cab. Then he turned towards me and we leaned into each other once more. Just before we embraced fully he whispered again in my ear, "I think tonight is a night neither of us will forget in a hurry. I can't wait for you to bury that huge dick inside me."

My cock reacted to his words by tightening even further and it took every effort to stop me from blowing there and then. Something about his sweet, innocent voice talking dirty turned me on so much. It was quite chilly now and as we clung together we both seemed to burn like fire as our bodies once more became enmeshed in a whirl of flailing arms while our lips connected in a sensual kiss.

A few moments later I heard a car horn tooting and we once again had to break apart, stumbing towards the taxi. But still we were connected, as we walked together, holding hands. Nate told the driver where we were going and we jumped in the back.

I had no idea where I our destination was and cared not a jot. As soon as we collapsed into the back seat I was on top of Nate. I went to kiss his neck, licking and sucking as I saw the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

My hands grappled with the buttons with his shirt and before long it had been prised open completely so that his torso was completely exposed. It was like the rest of him, extraordinarily gorgeous.

His chest was shaven and the skin looked as smooth as silk. His pecs and abs were more defined than I expected given his slim build but were perfectly in proportion to the rest of his frame. The only bit of hair on him was a little treasure trail leading south to his crotch. I saw him tensing his abs for effect, showing them off as he grinned up at me with a perfect smile.

From another guy it would have come off as cocky but from Nate it was so playful and fun loving. I dove my head down, licking his abs and exploring every crevice with my tongue. Slowly I worked my way up his body so that eventually our lips locked together again in a passionate embrace. His hands were fiddling with my trousers now, trying to unleash the rock hard tube from its prison.

I had lost all track of time but before I knew it the cab had come to a halt and the driver was shouting forty bucks. I thought it was pretty steep but I saw Nate dive for his wallet and hand the cash over before pushing me out of the car door.

When I emerged, panting from exhilaration I felt my jaw drop for the third time that night. The house we had pulled up at, well, it wasn't a house. It was a mansion. I'd never seen a house this big, but before I could process what this meant Nate was once again tugging at my hand, dragging me up to the front door.

I gazed at him for a moment before moving and he turned round to face me.

"Come on big boy, let's get inside so you can give me the fucking that I've been waiting for all night."

Watching him say these words again nearly pushed me over the edge. He looked so delectable in the soft street light. His shirt was now hanging open, gleaming with his sweat and his hair now messy and unkempt but looking even hotter as a result.

Without another seconds delay I moved forward, pushing Nate ahead. He ran towards the house and quickly unlocked the door. We fell forward together into the hallway and I grappled with his shirt so that it dropped to the floor. At the same time he lifted up my t-shirt and deposited on the ground. Slowly we backed down the hallway, Nate leading the way.

Once again I reached down and locked my mouth onto his. This time there was nothing slow or sensual about our kiss. It was frantic and desperate, as we both ravished each other's bodies, totally overcome with lust and horny need.

Before I knew it we were going up some stairs and through another door. Nate reached out and flicked on a light, illuminating a large room with a huge bed in the centre. But I gave it only a cursory thought as I my tongue continued to reach down Nate's throat.

Nate's hands were reaching down and grappling with my belt, working frantically to unlock it. After a few seconds he succeeded and my zipper was pulled down and my pants fell to the floor with a thud. Stepping out of them I reached around to grab hold of Nate and forcefully pushed him over.

We landed on the bed, bouncing a couple of times until we came to rest. For a moment we both lay there looking into each other's eyes. In that moment I felt at peace with myself in a way that I had never experienced. I was living in the moment. All my worries, all my fears, all my concerns melting away as I gazed down at Nate's beautiful face.

And then the moment was broken as I pushed my head down to meet that incredible face and our mouths were once again locked together in a furiously ardent clinch. My hands snaked out and grabbed hold of his neck and pulled him in closer, forcing our tongues to press as far down each other's throats as was physically possible. Nate's hands were now kneading my pulsing prick through my now soaking briefs as my precum leaked out.

Our bodies were both now slick with sweat as our excitement and anticipation levels reached new heights. I didn't want my mouth to leave Nate's such was the enjoyment I was getting exploring every millimetre of his mouth as our saliva intermingled while some escaped, dripping down towards our chins.

But I was too eager, too hungry for more and so eventually I tore myself away and instantly buried my head in Nate's chest. I started licking and sucking my way across his chest, soaking up his tangy perspiration. His skin felt so soft and I wanted to do nothing else but worship his lean frame.

When I reached his right nipple I swirled it in my mouth and felt Nate shudder in pleasure.

"Urgh, yes, urgh, that feels so fucking good."

Spurred on by this encouragement I refocused my attention on his other nipple and this time I nibbled lightly on it, pressing my teeth against his hot body, marking him as mine. It seemed as though Nate could not speak this time as his groans of delight reached a higher pitch.

Letting go of his hard nipple I continued to work my way down his chest, burying my lips into the undulating crevices of his defined abs. I was loving everything about this boy. The touch of his skin, his light sweet scent, his lithe form, it was all combining to intoxicate me with a lust which I had never felt before in my life.

As I moved further south I hit a small trail of light brown hair, knowing that it led to the treasure I was seeking and losing all patience I moved my tongue swiftly down until it reached the cold metal buckle of his belt. I quickly reached up with my hands to unclasp it and swiftly pulled down his pants. As Nate wriggled out of them his cock sprung free from his confines and I realised Nate had gone commando tonight. Suddenly he didn't seem quite as innocent as his appearance had suggested.

His dick was stood to attention, erect and proud. I admired his pecker for a moment. It looked to be a bit smaller than average to me but like the rest of him resembled a work of art. It gently curved upwards and had a dark brown hue, turning pinker on the approach to his circumcised tip. He had neatly trimmed pubes which matched the light brown of the hair on his head.

Without another thought I drove my head down onto his member, forcing as much of it into my mouth as possible. His relatively small size meant that before I knew what was happening my nose was buried in his thin bush.

"Urgh, oh yes, that feels so go ... oo ... oo ... d," Nate gurgled from above me and I felt him collapse backwards on the bed, pushing his hips further into my face.

I held his prick there for a moment, it was like it had been designed for my gob. Inhaling deeply through my nose I took in the manly smell which permeated his crotch. The smell was making me go even more wild with desire and I lost what little control was still remaining. The salty taste of his precum was being smeared across my mouth and I was desperate to extract more of his manly essence.

My tongue lapped at the underside of his dick, sending shudders of pleasure through him. Then suddenly I lifted my head up, sliding my tongue up his shaft until it reached the tip. Then I plunged back down again.

I didn't have much experience of giving blow jobs so I didn't really know what I was doing. But in this moment of passion I was doing everything I could to stimulate Nate, to push him beyond the edge and give him the pleasure I could see that he craved.

Then I went into overdrive, bouncing my head on his dick with such force and ferocity that everything became a blur. I could hear Nate squealing now, his pitch rising as I pushed his buttons. Soon his whole body was quivering beneath me, but I was relentlessly determined to extract his nectar.

It wasn't long before I felt his shaft twitch and tighten. Nate let out a scream and I felt my throat being flooded with his hot, thick cum. I did my best to swallow the salty release but started to gag as it overwhelmed me and his prick fell from my mouth as the last dribbles of his orgasm landed on my chin.

I grinned up at Nate as I gobbled down the last remnants of his creamy goo and saw his face hot and red from the exertion, still panting and covered in copious amounts of sweat. The glossy sheen only made him seem even sexier and I knew that I could not wait any longer. I needed his ass.

"Got any lube?" I asked eagerly.

"Thought you'd never ask," Nate replied cheekily, pointing to a cabinet beside his bed.

I scrambled to my feet and within a few seconds had reached it after taking just a few short strides. When I turned round to face the bed I saw Nate crawling towards me. His eyes were alight, as though something had awakened inside him and given him a newfound confidence.

I followed his eyes and saw that they were locked on my white briefs which were now practically transparent, soaked in my precum. He reached forward with my hands and I trembled slightly as he connected with the sodden fabric. I had never felt so sensitive, so attuned to each and every touch or sensation. I would need all my powers of control to hold onto my load for as long as possible. I wanted to savour this moment and prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

Nate continued to move towards me until he was able to reach forward and pull down my drenched briefs. My prick sprang out and bounced forward, landing on top of Nate's left eye. He looked excited and frightened all at once, he jumped back as though in fear and stared at my prick like it was the only thing in the entire world. The fire in his eyes was now burning like a furnace as they flexed within their sockets.

Finally he spoke. "Wow. You're huge!" And then he leaned forward, stretching out to lick my red helmet. When his tougue connected with the tip of my shaft it was like an electric current ran through me as my heightened sense of arousal made my prick feel super sensitive.

I also felt a surge of confidence flow through me at Nate's words. I'd never been that proud of my dick or thought of it as big, never mind huge. When you saw Troy and his mammoth sized pole everyday that was pretty much impossible.

But as I stood there looming over Nate's body I swelled with pride as I realised he was right. I obviously shared some genes with my brother as my tool jutted out from my body and stood at a length that must have been at least 8 inches of thick, hard muscle.

As these thoughts flitted through my head Nate had moved further forward and was now wrapping his head around my engorged prick. As he struggled I stepped back, withdrawing the tool from his mouth. He looked up at me with disappointment and confusion, like a child who had just had his favourite toy confiscated.

"I don't want that hole. Turn round" I growled menacingly.

Nate complied instantaneously and I was soon confronted with his rear end pushed up towards me, presenting his compact, tight butt. It was so perfect, round and tight. It wasn't big but it was really toned and was large enough that his rosebud was obscured in the valley between his two ass cheeks.




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 03



I roughly grabbed his ass with both hands and pushed them apart so that I could get a better look at his hole. It was so tight, I couldn't imagine how it could accommodate me, but I knew that it would and I couldn't wait to see what it felt like.

As I looked down I couldn't help but marvel at his butt, kneading his cheeks in my hand. Like the rest of his body it seemed as though it had been created by an artist, sculpted and refined to perfection after years of toil.

It seemed like Nate was as desperate to be fucked as I was to fuck him. He screamed out, "Fuck me stud, I need you. I need you inside me."

I hurriedly opened the top of the tube containing the lube before squirting it onto my now painfully hard dick. I shivered slightly as the cold liquid hit my overheating prick. It only took at couple of tugs to spread it across the surface, preparing my cock to slip into the ass laid out before it.

I squirted the lube again, this time over Nate's exposed man hole. As it hit I saw his ass cheeks jiggle and I could sense the anticipation radiating from him. Reaching down I pushed my middle finger into his ass crack in an attempt to open him up and push the lube inside his anal canal.

Nate grunted at the intrusion and I felt extreme resistance as his ass fought against my touch. His rectum felt incredibly hot and tight but I pressed on until my finger slipped deeper and deeper inside him. Now I could wait no longer. I knew that without a slower build up and more preparation it would be more painful for Nate but I could not bear to hold myself back a second longer.

Roughly I manoeuvred his light frame around the bed so that he was facing the pillows and clambered over him. Planting my left knee on one side of him I placed my right foot on the other and pointed my throbbing shaft towards his expectant ass.

I thrust my hips forward and down, forcing my helmet into his unwilling ass. We both groaned as I entered him. I looked down and saw the first inch of my dick had disappeared inside Nate. I could feel his ass being stretched to accommodate my sizeable girth.

"Urgh ... urgh ... fuck me. Fuck me HARD," Nate grunted imploringly.

And it was like a switch being flicked inside me. Like a computer programme being activated. I was suddenly hit by a more powerful hunger than I had ever felt before in my life. I was going to take this ass. It was mine. And I was going to fuck it harder than it had ever been fucked before.

With a roar I shoved my fat shaft forward and down. Assisted by the lubrication it slipped about halfway in as both Nate and I screamed out in unison. For a second it felt like my prick was stuck, so tight was the grip of his ass.

With a mighty effort I pulled back and it seemed like I was dragging Nate's ass with me, then just as I was about to exit him I thrust forward, burying myself even deeper into his man-cunt.

Nate wasn't screaming now, he was howling in pain. I looked up and saw his face being reflected in a mirror positioned behind the bed. It was red and contorted in agony. His ass must have felt like it was on fire. But I didn't care anymore. I needed to bust and I was going to use and abuse this ass until I did.

Slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace I began to plunge my spear in and out of his elongating ass. I was starting to struggle now. The pressure of his ass muscles squeezing my cock was giving me indescribable pleasure. It was constant, as though my shaft was being suffocated, denied any respite.

As I ploughed in and out of Nate I lost the power of conscious thought as I let my primal instincts take over. My groaning had increased in pitch as I hammered his ass harder and deeper. Glancing up at the mirror I saw that his eyes had gone glassy and it seemed the pain had started to be overtaken as his ass started to become used to my invading pole.

But still I yearned for a closer connection with Nate. I wanted to share this moment with him completely. So I made the snap decision to withdraw my dick, emerging from his ass with a pop. Moving at lightning speed I flipped him over and dragged him down the bed before climbing down onto the floor.

My dick was throbbing now with such intensity that I thought I could pop at any moment. Hurriedly I lifted him in my arms. His left leg stretched upwards past my shoulder, while his right leg wrapped around my body with the flexibility of a gymnast.

With one hand I lowered his body, while the other grabbed hold of my pipe and directed it to his ass. Then suddenly I thrust forward and entered him again. In this position our faces were just inches apart as our bodies slid past each other, both sweating profusely from our exertions.

Our eyes became fixed on each other as I resumed my fast, deep thrusts into his now slick anal channel. Nate looked as though he had fallen into a blissful stupor, but I saw in his eyes a hunger for more.

That was confirmed as I felt him starting to thrust his pelvis, meeting my strokes as I powered into him, forcing me further and further inside, using gravity to help me force myself deeper, until eventually I could hear my balls slapping his ass and I knew that I had bottomed and was pummelling him with the entire length of my spur.

Nate was now gurgling with pleasure and panting heavily as I leaned forward and pushed my lips out and as he realised what was happening we were once again locked together at the mouth, just as my prick was buried in his butt.

I have no idea how long that moment lasted but it seemed like hours. I had never felt so physically connected to someone or given myself so completely to someone. The assault on my senses made the bedroom, the entire world, disappear as our bodies became so thoroughly entwined that it was no longer clear where I ended and Nate began.

As much as I tried to hold on, to stay in that moment forever, all too quickly I felt my balls tighten and next thing I knew my dick was firing hot, sticky cum deep into Nate's bowels. Just a fraction of a second later I felt Nate's prick explode too and spurts of jizz shot up, coating my chest.

When my cannon finally stopped firing I felt utterly spent. My now deflated cock fell out of his now leaking ass and I pushed Nate away so that he fell onto the bed with a thud, before a second later I collapsed next to him.

My legs felt like jelly as we both inched our way up the bed until our heads were resting on the pillows and we looked into each eyes as we came down from our post-coital high. And that was the last thing I remembered before losing consciousness, knocked out by the ferocious intensity of our copulation.

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I opened my eyes blearily as I regained consciousness, awakened by the light now streaming into the spacious bedroom. I was lying on my back, with Nate's head resting lightly on my shoulder. As I looked down at his beautiful, peaceful face the events of the previous night raced through my mind.

I couldn't believe what had happened. How had the shy, withdrawn, self-conscious guy I knew myself to be managed to bag a hot guy and fuck him silly within hours of meeting him? It was like a stranger had occupied my body for the night, taking me over.

But as I gazed up at the golden-patterned ceiling I felt my chest swell with pride. It wasn't just my brother who was good in the sack it seemed as I remember Nate's ecstatic face as I'd ploughed his anus with my prick. It was like a whole new world of possibilities had opened up. A strange, somewhat frightening new world, but an exciting, thrilling one too.

My introspective musings were interrupted though as I saw Nate's eyes flutter open, his long graceful eyelashes lifting to reveal the piercing blue beneath. He gazed up at me and for a moment neither of us spoke as we stared at each other reverentially.

Suddenly in the sober light of day I felt weirdly self-conscious, despite the intimacy we had both just shared.

"Well that was a fun night, wasn't it?" Nate grinned, breaking the silence. He scrambled up and off the bed and I could not help but take in his wonderful naked form.

"Yeah, certainly one to remember!"

Nate had turned round and wandered over to the window and was looking out with nothing to hide his modesty. My eyes were boring into his tight, pert ass and I could still make out the stale white residue which trailed down his leg, the only blemish on his otherwise perfect body.

"Better get some breakfast then hadn't we? Come on sleepy head!"

His playfulness was infectious and it raised my spirits. As Nate walked across the room to open a huge oak wardrobe I bounded up and after him.

He had managed to put a pair of bright orange boxers on just as I reached him. I grabbed hold of him and hugged him tight before bringing down my face and planting my lips on his.

The kiss was slow and sensuous as we both drank each other in. The franticness of the previous night had been discarded, as though we were now more comfortable in each other's presence, more in control.

After a few moments we broke apart and I felt Nate's soft hands groping at my meat, which was quickly stiffening in response. I moaned softly and whispered, "Don't worry we can play later but now you mention it I'm starving. Let's grab that now and then we can come back and spend the rest of the afternoon here."

The gleam in Nate's eye told him that he wanted nothing more than to curl up with me and start right where we had left off last night but before he had a chance to argue his stomach let out of a loud rumble.

"Guess you're right, it's just so hard to keep my hands off you."

Nate quickly dressed, throwing on a casual t-shirt and jeans. Embarrassingly I had to dress as we walked out the bedroom and down the stairs, picking up the clothes which had been discarded the previous night.

It was only when I was fully dressed that I started to notice the house once more and I recalled my brief glance of its frontage the night before. If anything the inside of the house was even more impressive than I remembered the exterior to be.

It was simply massive to start with. It was so incredibly spacious with wide halls, high ceilings and tall windows which gave the whole place an airy, expansive feel. I looked upwards and saw the stairs we had just come down spiralling up what looked like a further 3 or maybe 4 floors.

The decor was simply stunning, as though designed by a modern day Michelangelo. The wallpaper was ornate and delicate with several prints and murals scattered across the walls giving them an exotic feel. As I passed each room I noticed that each one had its own distinct design and feel, as though it had been meticulously planned.

The floors were all wood effect, matching the big wooden-frames to the doors and giving the place a homely vibe. I also noticed the whole place was in pristine condition, a stark contrast to my chaotic and messy apartment. Setting off the whole place were the various sculptures and ornaments which dotted the building adding a further regal air to the house.

I was so in awe of the house that I was momentarily lost for words. This must be worth an astronomical amount. Eventually we reached the kitchen and I could smell freshly baked bread and the distinct smell of food being fried.

The kitchen was in proportion to the rest of the house and as we entered I saw that it stretched and opened out into a dining area with a large rectangular table, which itself looked out onto a luscious green garden.

"Juanita!" Nate exclaimed as he hurried across to a short, elderly Latina who was bent over the cooker, "You never cease to amaze me!" Motioning for me to join them he went on, "This is my, umm, friend, Scott. Scott this is Juanita our awesome cook."

"Nice to meet you, Juanita," I replied courteously. This dude had a cook? Seriously? What the fuck was happening here?

"What you want today, sir?" Juanita asked Nate deferentially.

"Oh, the works. You know me I love a big breakfast in the morning and I'm sure my mate Scott here has a pretty big appetite too." He winked at me mischievously before leading me across to the large table.

As we reached it I took the opportunity to look out at the garden. Again, I was utterly stunned by what I saw. The grounds stretched as far as the eye could see and just to the side I saw a huge swimming pool glistening in the morning sun.

I looked back at Nate as I sat down and saw him giggling at my startled expression.

"What is this place? It's unbelievable!" I exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, I always forget how amazing this place is for people who haven't seen it before!" Nate smirked. "It's pretty epic, isn't it?"

"Umm, yeah, I've never seen anything like it. I mean it's like something out of a movie. You're family must be so rich!"

"It's all my dad's work really. He made it big working for one of the big investment banks, then set up on his own and has been coining it in ever since. They spent years renovating this place before we moved in."

Suddenly pieces of the jigsaw were starting to slide into place. Nate was a typical member of the rich, white prep boy set. I could see it now in his styling, his clothes, his voice and his carefree attitude. Seeing the inside of his house was like stepping into a world, so outside the boundaries that I had always been confined by. It was mind blowing.

"So you must go to Barts then?" The question tumbled from my lips before I had chance to stop it. Barts was the school which all the rich white kids went too, on the other end of town to the school I had gone to.

"That's right, not long to go now until I'm outta there and out of this stuffy town."

"And presumably you're a great lacrosse player too." I said half-mockingly.

"Bullseye." Nate responded jokingly, "But I'm even better at water polo." The twinkle in his eye told me that he loved teasing me like this.

But before we could continue our conversation any further Juanita had arrived with our breakfast. I thought I would fresh out of awe, but no here it was again. Tray after tray piled high with food had appeared on the table.

There were waffles, bagels, pancakes, croissants, toast, strawberries, pineapple, mango, rashes of bacon, sausages and cooked tomatoes. It was a smorgasbord of culinary delights.

Nate immediately pilled his plate high with food and as the shock wore off I followed him a few seconds later. Silence fell as we both hungrily ate our way through the delights in front of us. I had started with the cooked breakfast as it was a treat I rarely got and I could tell straight away that it was all food of the highest quality. It was just so much tastier and fresher than the cheap cuts I had become used to.

The cover gave me time to collect my thoughts somewhat. I was struggling to process the implications of all this. I felt my old self reawakening itself. The cold, calculating, cynical side of my brain was telling me that this could be a meal ticket out of painful drudgery for Troy and I. Hadn't he been urging us just the previous afternoon to dig out any opportunities that we could?

But then I remembered how good last night had felt with Nate. It was so loving and innocent, just two guys bonding and making each other feel good. A part of me wanted to hold onto that. A part of me wanted to leave behind the world that I knew where you needed to scrap and fight and battle for every morsel. A part of me just wanted to wrap myself in Nate's arms and stay there forever and ever.

As my brain whirred with confusion I noticed more movement on the far side of the kitchen. A girl had appeared. Well to be fair she was a woman, a stunning woman.

She was the type of girl that I'd only before seen on TV. She wasn't wearing anything too grand but she was tall and had long shapely legs. Her flowing brown hair was styled immaculately as it hung down just past shoulder length.

It was her face that provided her best feature, it made Nate's seem ugly by comparison. She had high cheekbones, a petite nose, full puffy lips and smouldering brown eyes. She had only applied a little makeup but she was obviously an expert because it perfectly suited her lightly tanned complexion. It was like looking at a model, no a supermodel. If I wasn't gay I would have needed to exercise huge self restraint not to pop there and then.

I saw Juanita hand her a bowl and she wandered languidly across the room towards the table. Her hips swayed alluringly from side to side and I noticed that under her loose fitting clothing she was concealing a sizeable rack.

It was like my mind switched gears again, decisively changing course and in that moment I knew what had to be done. I just had to hope that I had the strength to see it through.

"Scott this is my delightful sis Grace. Grace this is Scott."

"Nice to meet you Grace." I responded in a friendly tone.

Grace started at me, giving me the most cursory nod possible and sat down to eat the thin gruel that she seemed to be eating. Her disdain for us both could not have been clearer.

"Don't mind Grace," Nate said redirecting his attention back to me, "She can be a little bit haughty at times."

Grace responded with a stare so cold and withering that it was almost a surprise that it didn't force Nate right off his chair.

"Anyway Scott, it's got a bit chilly down here, why don't we head back upstairs?"

With one last smirk in his sister's direction he led me away from the table, leaving behind mounds of uneaten and doubtlessly wasted food.

As I followed him my mind was working overtime and a plan was developing in the deep, dark recesses of my mind. A plan which would help Troy and I achieve the next stage in our ambitions. The appearance of stuck-up, snooty, snobbish Grace had firmly tipped the balance of my dilemma and I now knew what I had to do.

"So what's the deal with Grace then?" I asked Nate as we walked up the stairs.

"Oh, she's just let all this wealth go to her head. Combined with her knowing just how drop dead gorgeous she is she seems to think she is better than anyone. Plus she has all the guys running around after her at school, desperate to do anything she wants. I just do my best to keep out of her way, which is one advantage of living in a mansion! But enough of her, I'm far more interested in you right now."

As he finished the sentence we burst through the doors to his room. Taking charge he pushed me back onto what I quickly realised was his freshly made bed. Damn, this boy had things good! He quickly followed, jumping on top of me and attacking my mouth with vigour.

His tongue slithered into my mouth and we both pressed our heads together, cramming ourselves as deeply inside ourselves as possible. As we did so I felt myself hardening rapidly as my carnal desire became stimulated. The snog became increasingly sloppy and frantic as we both surrendered to our libidos.

Nate's expert hands were back to work, unbuckling my belt and lowering the zip so that my turgid log flopped out. At his touch my shaft twitched in pleasure and I felt my precum leaking out over him. He tugged my cock deftly, smearing the sticky liquid across my shaft.

Then pulling himself away Nate leered over me and growled, "Time for me to repay you for last night."

The next thing I knew I could only see the top of his head as I felt his soft lips touch the head of my cock, forming a tight seal. He was again using his hands. One was wrapped around the root of my tool while the other was lightly massaging my balls.

I could tell that he was struggling a bit as he tried to fit my sizeable girth into his small mouth. The space was so tight that I felt his teeth brushing along the top and bottom of my dick. But this only heightened my sensitivity and I let out a loud, deep moan of appreciation.

Nate was trying his damndest to push his head further and I felt my spur being pushed further and further down until it reached his throat. But I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me.




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 04



Please note this piece is fantasy not reality and should not be seen to condone any of the behaviour described. All characters are aged 18 or over. Feedback welcomed, please let me know if you have ideas for future chapters.

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I awoke blearily and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the sunshine now streaming into my room. As my eyes started to focus I saw from the clock on my bedside cabinet that it was already mid morning.

Moaning slightly I sluggishly lifted myself out of bed, which creaked slightly as I did so. Images from the night before raced through my mind. It had been yet another one of those dull, boring house parties that my girlfriends seemed to so enjoy.

Thankfully my best friend Tamara had brought along a bottle of vodka so we had been able to get hammered together, which sort of made the evening bearable, even if I was paying for it now.

I couldn't even remember who had been the host of this one. The guys at Barts were so lame. Even the so-called jocks who played on the lacrosse and water polo teams were pathetic. I mean sure most of them were pretty hot, with their muscled bodies and handsome all-American faces.

But they were just so boring. So generic. So vanilla. I needed a bit of spice, a bit of zest but I felt like I was suffocating in mediocrity. I needed a real man, but these were just boys. Boys that I could wrap round my little finger as easily as taking candy from a baby.

I laughed cruelly as I remembered their efforts last night to impress me, seeing their desperate puppy dog faces desperate to get some action. Men were so weak. All I needed to do was bat my long, flowing eyelashes, shake my wavy brown hair and click my fingers and they would do whatever I wanted them to.

The only fun I was able to have last night had been winding up these pathetic saps, luring them in with my many physical charms and then spurning their advances, swatting them away like irritant flies.

I had a reputation across the school for being an ice queen and it had been well-earned. I never did any chasing, I just let guys chase me. And boy did they chase. Well I thought, looking down at my naked body as I lay on my bed, why wouldn't they?

I had a knock-out figure and everyone knew it. My firm breasts were large and plump, my hips were narrow and small but most impressive were my long legs which just seemed to go on and on and on. But I knew that my face put even my body into the shade. Blessed with high cheekbones, a petite nose and plump lips I knew I had the pouting face which would allow me to make lots of money as a model once I had left this pathetic school.

I loved watching the look in a guy's eyes as they gawped at me, seeing their desperate lust, watching them stuttering and losing all their self-confidence. It made me feel so powerful, so in control. I could make them do anything I wanted, like a puppet master controlling all the strings.

Of course it helped that everyone knew that I was the richest girl in school. I mean everyone was rich at Barts, but our family was the richest of the lot. God bless my dad, what he lacked in looks he more than made up for in business flair. And that mattered, so much. While Barts was a placid place on the surface in reality it was riven with competitive bitchiness and one-upmanship, among the parents as much as the students.

So I loved seeing jaws drop when I hosted parties as people realised that what they thought was big was actually tiny compared to our mansion. But that was nothing compared to the day a few months ago when I drove into the parking lot in my brand-spanking new Ferrari F430. It had taken weeks to nurdle the money out of my dad but he couldn't resist the charms of his little princess forever.

The looks on everyone's face as my long legs stepped out of the gleaming car were a sight to behold. So everyone knew that I was the most powerful girl in the school, with guys fawning over me and girls desperate to befriend me.

Part of me loved it all. Loved making other people do what I wanted. Loved being treated with adulation. Loved getting my own way all the time. But another part of me hated it. Hated the tedium of it all. Hated the lack of challenge. Hated the boring tranquillity.

I even had the token boyfriend, Brandon. We'd been going out for over a year now after I finally agreed to his unceasing passes at me. He was the closest to my type at my disposal with a strong, muscular, powerful build.

Of course, he was the captain of our school football team and I loved to watch him play. He was so powerful and aggressive on the field. Unfortunately, this seemed to disappear when he was off the pitch.

He had a smooth, handsome face and would not have looked out of place in an Abercrombie & Fitch advert. But he was so eager for me, so desperate to please me that just like all the other suckers in my life I could get him to do what I wanted, when I wanted.

Another disappointment was his performance in the bedroom. Given his impressive physique, height and athleticism I was expecting to be impressed but was let down badly when I finally let him advance from making out and allowed him to sleep with me.

He seemed to have no idea what he was doing, forcing me to take the lead. And the equipment he was working with was also inadequate in satisfying my growing sexual needs. What made it even worse was that his bulky frame only made his cock look even smaller by comparison.

When erect his dick could only measure about four, thin inches so that when he jumped on top of me and started pumping away I could barely feel a thing. Luckily he only usually lasted a few minutes and I had learnt how to act out an orgasm so that he felt like he was a sexual champion.

I yearned to be satisfied, truly satisfied. I heard my girlfriends giggle as they described what it was like to be fucked by a guy who was packing more than Brandon could offer and was sorely tempted to get out there and enjoy some real action.

The only thing holding me back was my desire to maintain my status amongst the elite social circle I was part of. That meant remaining cold and aloof, that meant maintaining the respect of my peers, that meant keeping the hottest, most desired guy in the school on a short leash. More than anything it meant not being a slut.

That was the deal. Accept a lack of sexual fulfilment in exchange for social power. From the outside it must have looked like I had it all, but really it felt like I was trapped inside a prison. A beautiful, attractive, privileged prison, but a prison nonetheless. 

I couldn't wait for the end of this school year to end so that I could get out of this awful, sterile environment. And as I considered the remaining months which would need to be endured I sighed in frustration.

I only had myself to blame. At 19 I should be out of school but stupidly I had begged my dad a few years ago to let me study for a year at a top European school. I thought it would be just the ticket to escape but it turned out to be a carbon copy of Barts just colder and bleaker without my home comforts. So all I had achieved was to extend my time in self-imposed purgatory.

I stood up and reached down under my bed and fished out a box which rattled as I lifted it up. As I opened it my face lit up as I looked down at the toys which had helped keep me sane over the last few months as my sexual appetite grew exponentially.

This was the only way I was going to get any release and I looked hungrily down at the large, black dildo which took pride of place on top of my assortment of toys. I reached out and grabbed hold of the smooth plastic shaft.

For some reason using a black dildo really did it for me. Perhaps it was because it was so taboo. The idea of dating a black guy in our community would be about as welcome as a bucket of sick. And so every time I used it to get myself some release it felt so liberating, a momentary escape from my dreary, plain existence.

Just as I began to lift the heavy tool I heard movement at the door. Moving with incredible speed I had closed the box and placed it under my bed just as I saw the family maid appear in the doorway.

"Juanita!" I shouted angrily, "How many times have I told you to knock?"

"I'm sorry Miss Grace," she said quietly, her head bowed to the floor. "But, your mother asked me to wake you to have your breakfast with her."

I groaned internally. This was one of my mother's annoying habits, she had a desire to feel like we still had a real, emotional connection when in reality we had long had a distant, frosty relationship. Still I didn't want her to get angry, it wasn't worth the aggravation. 

"OK, tell her I'll be down in a minute."

The maid shuffled away and I hastened to get dressed. As it was such a lovely day and I had no plans I decided it was a day to lounge by the pool and soak up some sun.

I wandered over leisurely towards my huge triple wardrobe which was bursting at the seams with a wide variety of outfits. I quickly found the bikinis and rifled through them to find the right one.

Even just the touch of my hand against my huge black sex toy had sent a shock of sexual energy through me and so I impulsively picked out my sexiest two-piece bikini.

They were plain black and had a lacy feel, more like lingerie than swimwear. It provided a nice contrast with my relatively pale, white skin. The bikini top was strapless and barely reached high enough to cover my now hardened nipples while the thong bottom was so small that it left my toned ass completely exposed. Thankfully I had just shaven my lady garden or that too would have been on show.

I strutted down the stairs. I knew that I looked smoking hot and it made me feel good to be flaunting it even if I couldn't do it in front of other people at least I could do it in my own home.

As I entered the kitchen and approached the table my mother looked up at me and immediately pulled a face. "What are you doing Grace? That outfit is completely inappropriate. Go and put something else on right now!"

Giving her one of my trademark withering stares I jibed, "Just because you could no longer fit into this outfit, doesn't mean I shouldn't be able to wear it. Anyway, I'm just going to be lounging around by the pool today so why do you care?"

My mother's cheeks had reddened at my insult and she looked sheepish, evidently wanting to get along. "Well ok, as long as you're only wearing it around the house I suppose it wouldn't do any harm."

I smirked in triumph as I sat down and Juanita hurried to serve me.

As we talked I appraised my mother and realised my taunting, not for the first time in my life, had been a little bit harsh. Kaitlin was not the lithe, trim teenager who had fallen in love with my father but she was not unattractive.

In fact she had aged pretty well and in many respects was an older version of me. Our faces and figures were very similar and we both shared flowing brown locks of hair, but as she had aged Kaitlin had started to sag a bit here and there, her tone starting to fade and she had filled out a little, becoming more curvaceous.

She had also changed in other, less natural ways. As the wife of the richest man in town she had been able to afford a few cosmetic enhancements. The most obvious was her boob job, which had enlarged her already sizeable rack to a pair of double Es and suited her status as a trophy wife. Kaitlin had also indulged in the odd nip and a tuck here and there to keep her looking more youthful than her advancing years.

Even in her current demure outfit she oozed sex appeal and I could tell why my dad still seemed to love her as much as the day they had met. Her busom pushed out against the plain cardigan she was wearing, causing the buttons on it to strain, while her short skirt showed off her strong legs.

Finally we had both finished eating and I could make my escape. "I'm just heading out to the pool then mom, want to make the best of this weather!"

"OK love," she replied. "I'm going to be out the rest of the day. I'm meeting up with Chloe and the rest of the girls." What she meant was that she was going to go and drink a bottle of wine with a few of the other boring trophy wives, only good at spending their husband's money.

"OK," I replied indifferently.

"Juanita," I called, "help me put this sun lotion on".

When I got to the pool I laid myself down on a lounger and started to soak up some rays. It was so quiet and peaceful and I was so glad to be able to get some alone time without the incessant babble of tedium which seemed to surround me wherever I went.

It wasn't long before I heard some male voices, laughing and joking, and then a splash as bodies entered the pool at speed. I didn't bother to open my eyes. I knew who it would be: my annoying little brother Nate and his latest squeeze.

He was annoying me more than usual at the moment. I couldn't believe that he had become inseparable from this Scott boy. It was bad enough that he was flaunting his gayness, but now he was doing it with a guy from the shitist neighbourhood in town.

God only knew where he had been or who he had been in. After all the hard work I had done to maintain my social standing, he was busy undermining it. I'd confronted him about how stupid he was being but he wasn't having any of it, as though a spell had been cast over him and he had lost all use of his critical faculties.

Still it would probably prove to be a phase which would burnout, I just had to be patient, and so I did my best to screen out the noise and relax myself again.

After about half an hour I started to feel a bit stiff, so I got up to sit down in a chair by the pool for a bit. As I looked across it though I was forced to take a sharp intake of breath out of surprise. There weren't two guys in the pool, there were three. I recognised my brother and his boyfriend but not the guy who was with them.

As I focussed in on this stranger I felt a shiver race down my spine, despite the heat of the sun beating down. I could only see his head as his body was submerged in the pool. But what I saw seemed to have had a profound physiological effect on me.

I took a few deep breaths to steady myself. The face that I was now intently focussed on could be described in just one word: masculine. His strong, rugged features screamed both strength and danger. This was a man's man, not the effeminate boys I was used to dealing with. His skin was a deep, dark brown, bronze even and seemed to glisten in the sun.

The guys were messing around, with lots of splashing and jostling, but it seemed that my movement had not gone unnoticed and I saw this strange man turn and look at me, straight in the eye. Even though he was still a good thirty feet away our eyes connected as though they had been locked together.

I fought to control myself as I looked into his emerald green eyes, which smouldered with a blazing power. I felt a thrill of excitement flood through me. It was like looking at the sun, both exhilarating and dangerous in equal measure.

I felt something which I hadn't felt in a long, long time. Uncertainty. My life was so mundane and mapped out. I knew how every scenario would unfold well before it did, knew how everyone would react, knew what they would do. But this dark, handsome stranger was something new. I could sense it. He had an aura of masculine power which I'd never encountered before and it was making the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

A small part of me felt scared, frightened. I might be bored of my world but at least I was in control of it. What was would happen if I lost that control? What damage could I do? But a larger part of myself was excited and eager to find out what would happen.

All of this flashed through my head in a second and before I knew it the mystery man had said, "I think I'll leave you guys too it." His voice was deep and rasping. It was exactly the kind of voice I would have expected a man like this to have and it only heightened my sense of intrigue.

I looked across and saw my brother and Scott were in each other's arms, their bodies entangled within each other and their lips drawing inexorably closer together. But before they met my brother shouted back, "Yeah, thanks Troy, I think your brother is just fine with that," before he turned back to Scott and plunging his face forward so that their mouths smashed together.

So this was Scott's brother? Well I guessed that made some sense now that I examined him more closely there were definite similarities. But it was like Troy was the colour version and Scott was the black-and-white one. His features just looked stronger, more defined, more imposing, more sexy.

The thought of the word sent more shivers through me and I felt my pussy twitch in excitement. My lack of release earlier was starting to show as a feeling of desire swept over me.

And now Troy was walking through the water towards me. His large frame, forcing the water roughly aside as he made fast progress. Quicker than I had expected he had reached the small ladder on the side nearest to me and was starting to rise out of the water.

I watched, transfixed as he slowly rose out of the water. First his powerful, broad shoulders came into view. He lifted his arms and ran his hands through his short, dark hair and in the process showed off his meaty biceps. These guns were fully loaded that was for sure. I'd seen muscled jocks before but nothing on this scale, I knew instinctively that one punch from those beasts would send any of them tumbling to the ground.

And then I saw his torso break the surface too. Water clung to his body, making him appear darker and causing his muscles to glow and twinkle in the hot sun. I felt dazzled as I saw the light bounce off every crevice on his washboard abs. I could feel my jaw starting to slacken as I admired how shredded he was.

His upper body looked so commanding, like a battleship that could sink a flotilla. There was a taper in from his shoulders down to his waist but it was only slight. I had never seen anything like it. This was a man who was built to take control, to dominate, to lead.

But all these thoughts were driven from my mind as more of his body emerged. And this time my jaw did drop and I gaped open mouthed at the sight before my eyes.

Troy was almost entirely out of the pool now and I was astonished to see that he was stark naked, without a stitch of clothing to hide his modesty. But then I saw that he had absolutely nothing to be modest about.

My eyes were fixed like a laser on the magnificent organ between his legs. Hell it was more like a fully-fledged symphony orchestra than a mere organ. Even after being in the cold pool his prick looked huge.

It was an even darker shade of brown and seemed to reach impossibly far down his muscled thighs. And then, behind his shaft I saw his two wrinkled plum-sized balls. My mind was in meltdown now as I thought about those balls and I couldn't help but think about how much cum this stallion would produce.

My girlfriends loved to gossip about how big all the guys in school were. But from what they'd told me Troy was in another league altogether. I had never seen, or even imagined anything like it before.

Troy was walking towards me now. It was a strutting, confident walk which you would expect from someone who owned this impressive mansion, not someone visiting from the dodgy end of town. But none of that mattered now.

All my attention was taken up by watching his dick, which was now swinging up and down as he covered the ground towards me. It was like a huge elephant trunk, thick and fleshy, getting bigger and bigger as it got nearer and nearer.

When he finally reached me Troy pulled up a chair and sat down next to me.

"You must be Grace. You look even hotter than Scott described."




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 04



Momentarily I was completely lost for words. Inside my head I was screaming, "He's talking to me! He's talking to me! What do I do?"

Even in my moment of panic I appreciated the irony of the situation. Usually it was me who was sat in Troy's position, making guys flustered. Now the boot was well and truly on the other foot.

I suddenly realised that my mouth was still agape and my eyes were still fixed on his crotch. With a tremendous effort I forced myself away and looked up.

Troy was grinning. It was a cocky grin, the grin of a guy who was in complete control of the situation and knew it. If anyone who knew me could see me now they would have to laugh. My ice queen demeanour had well and truly melted away in the face of the scorching heat emanating from Troy.

But that wasn't what really caught my attention. Once again I felt my gaze being drawn to his green eyes, which sparkled with a vibrant energy.

"Uh, thanks, uh, uh, I guess."

For the next few minutes we engaged in an inane small talk which took all my mental powers to engage in. It was like my mental capacity was being entirely utilised taking in this powerful figure before me.

The sight of his mammoth dick had seemingly infected my mind like an out of control virus, breaking through any mental inhibitions I had and stopping me from thinking straight.

I couldn't help taking furtive glances at his crotch as we talked. Like a moth drawn to a flame I couldn't stop myself. And each time my gaze returned to Troy's face I saw that his grin had widened as he gave me a knowing look.

I simply couldn't believe what was happening here. Troy was sat with a relaxed, open posture, his legs spread out wide as he lay back in his chair. He was acting as though he had not a care in the world and as though sitting by the pool butt naked was an everyday occurrence.

As I struggled to maintain the small talk a furious battle was playing out inside my head. A part of me was furious at the gall of Troy's behaviour. The ice queen inside me was demanding that I tell him to leave, to get out of a place which he could never afford.

But yet I didn't do that. I was acquiescing to his presence, submitting against my conscious will. My body was betraying me. It was wracked with need and desire which could not be sated.

So as I fought not to give in to my wanton lust I sat there in a self-enforced purgatory, condemned by this internal stalemate. But it was an uneasy truce, one which I feared was about to shatter with devastating consequences.

Troy was evidently getting impatient at the lack of progress too because out the blue he suddenly growled at me, "You want it, don't you?"

Simultaneously, he started to tug on his prick which I noticed with shock started to grow almost immediately. Once again, my mouth was ajar, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

His act was so vile, so uncouth, so disgusting. I shouldn't be allowing this good for nothing delinquent to do this in my house. Who did he think he was?

But there was a stronger, more powerful force inside me which was turned on by these raw, unconstrained acts. Troy wasn't one of the domesticated guys who I was used to. He wasn't a trust fund kid who had been emasculated by high society etiquette.

He didn't care what I thought or what was expected of him. He was a hunter, a predator who would take what he wanted. And I was his prey. Despite my reluctance to accept it I found this exhilarating beyond anything I had every experienced in my cocooned existence.

My body was ahead of my mind. I felt my hand, seemingly involuntary, slipping down and entering my quickly moistening pussy. I moaned slightly as I pushed my fingers inside, overcome by a level of desire which I was seemingly powerless to control, even if I wanted to.

I knew that I shouldn't be doing this. I knew I was better than some cheap, common slut. I knew that I should be screaming no and running as far away as possible from this beast. But I couldn't stop myself.

Troy watched me as though amused by a pet. Then he stood up suddenly and I watch transfixed as his now hardened dick sprung up, slapping his hard abs and sending a sound which seemed to reverberate inside my head like a gong.

"Get on your knees."

His order was clear and firm. And for the first time in my life I found myself willing to obey an order given to me. Willing to submit. It was a truly novel experience but one which seemed to please me as I felt my cunt continue to wetten in lust.

As I fell down to my knees my head was pushed forward so that his prick stood just inches away from my face, his huge, hairy ballsacks level with my face.

Acting now on pure instinct I reached up with my right hand and took hold of his shaft. Just touching it sent a surge of excitement through me. My petite hand was barely able to reach around his tool, despite it still not being fully hardened.

It felt so warm, so hot, burning with sexual energy. It was so utterly different to Brandon's pathetic twig that it might as well have been a completely different body part. As I started to slowly massage it up and down I felt it continuing to grow and harden.

Seemingly happy that I had submitted to him Troy stepped a few paces back and sat down again. Without even thinking I crawled forward and I leaned down to get closer to his meat, my breasts resting on his powerful thighs. In one simple movement he had asserted his dominance and control over me, forcing me to crawl on my knees by my lust.

I reached out with my other hand so that both were now gripping his rapidly swelling member. It was now a struggle for my hands to fully reach round, such was the size of his girth. And still it kept expanding upwards and outwards.

All I could do was watch, mesmerised. My eyes were cross-eyed trying to keep up. I loved seeing the contrast of my dainty white hands against his dark brown pole, making me feel even wetter.

"Suck it, bitch."

Troy sounded cold now, like he was doing a job, breaking in his latest foal. Nobody talked to me like that. I was the queen bee. I was the girl that everyone else had to bow down to. I wasn't the one who took orders, I was the one who gave them.

But the idea of not obeying Troy never crossed my mind. He had unearthed a side of me that I had suppressed all my life, the desire to be dominated, used and abused by a strong bull-stud. And now after years of denying myself here it was, finally happening. And it felt great!

Yet Troy was clearly unimpressed with my lack of a speedy response and without warning he roughly pulled my head forward and forced my mouth down on his fuck stick.

Instinctively I opened my mouth as wide as it would go in an attempt to accommodate his huge appendage but still I was only able to fit the first few inches inside.

Troy loosened his grip, giving me a chance to show what I could do so I lifted my head back and dove back down, this time forcing a bit more of him inside me. I tried to use my tongue, lapping at the underside of his prick while using both my hands to wank the parts I could not reach with my mouth.

My senses were assaulted with new sensations. I'd never gone down on a guy before. It had just always seemed such a revolting, degrading act. I loved Brandon licking me out, it was pretty much the only thing he could do to turn me on but me go down on him? I don't think so.

And now here I was slurping on the pole of a stranger I had only met ten minutes ago, acting like an utter slut. And with a sudden jolt I remembered that my brother and Scott were just feet away. But all these humiliating thoughts only increased my arousal. I loved it. I loved being humiliated, forced to please a strong, virile man.

The thought made me feel liberated and I renewed my efforts to please Troy, bobbing up and down on his spear enthusiastically. The taste was strange, a mixture of the chlorine from the pool and his natural salty tang as he worked up a sweat.

"Jeez, you really are an amateur cocksucker, aren't you?" Troy said amusedly. "Looks like I'll need to give you a little help."

And before I could react I could feel his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down. It was so strong that I felt my face slipping down as he impaled my head on his huge weapon.

It was so uncomfortable, so difficult, so alien. But slowly my head slipped further down his shaft until the tip was nestled in my throat. All I could see now was his sculpted abs and the remainder of his prick.

I was wriggling now, unable to breathe properly and struggling to get air through my nose. But Troy just laughed and held me in place, seemingly enjoying my discomfort.

"Yeah, not so stuck up now are you? What? No witty retort? No withering comeback? Yeah suppose that would be a bit tricky with a huge cock rammed down your throat!"

Another wave of humiliation swept through me as I realised it wasn't Troy's deep, masculine voice which was taunting me but the clipped, preppy tones of my brother. How embarrassing, to have him watch while I sucked off this stud right in front of him.

Yet again my reaction surprised me, although by now I should have realised the change which had been wrought in my inner psyche. I didn't jump up and tell my stupid little brother where to go.

All my life I'd owned his sorry ass. When we were growing up whenever we had a row or an argument I would complain to dad and of course he couldn't refuse his little princess. So Nate had been sent to his room or been grounded regardless of who was at fault.

At school I was the popular one. I was the one who had guys chasing after me while he was stuck with the nerds, laughed at and bullied by the more muscular jocks. And I loved to taunt him, demean him, show him who was boss.

The old me would have told him not to be jealous, that a big-dicked stud like Troy would never be interested in a pathetic runt like him, that his todger was so small that you'd need a microscope to see it, that he was a sad pervert who should go back to his room and wank himself to sleep.

But I didn't do any of those things. I didn't get angry. I didn't get frustrated. I got wet. I felt my cunt twitching as my brother taunted me. I loved it. The sheer and utter humiliation was making me so, so hot.

The next second I felt Troy pulling on my hair, yanking me upwards. But before I had chance to draw breath he was pushing my head violently back down. And he didn't stop as he roughly bounced my head up and down on his pole like it was a basketball.

As he did so my brother kept up his nasty invective, obviously enjoying his cathartic revenge.

"Look at you, your cunt is dripping. You love it, don't you? Who knew that the little princess, the high and mighty ice Queen was nothing better than a cheap cock slut?"

All the time Troy kept his hand firmly on my head, yanking it up and down at such a speed that I started to feel dizzy. I was completely lost now. Spit was drooling down my chin and onto his throbbing shaft. My throat felt sore as he continually pounded his pecker further and further down my oesophagus, contorting my neck to allow him to penetrate further.

And still Nate kept up his trash talking. "That's it. That's where you're meant to be. On your knees. Serving your superiors the only way you can. The only thing you're good far. Opening your mouth and letting it be used and abused to get your stud off."

He was right and I was absolutely fine with that. At this point I was literally a fuck doll. A pretty, beautiful fuck doll. But a fuck doll nonetheless.

I was completely at Troy's mercy as he abused my mouth in order to satisfy himself. Suddenly I heard his gravelly voice cutting through my brothers whine. "This isn't working."

And in one swift motion he pulled me off his now slick shaft. He stood up and loomed over me like a human colossus. My mouth stayed open as I gazed up in wonder at his magnificent body, not even noticing Nate and Scott stood watching to the side.

I could now see his magnificent tool in all his glory and it seemed that I wasn't the only one to be stunned as the sight had also put an end to Nate's stream of abuse.

Troy's dick was standing completely upright and resting on his perfect abs, extending impossibly far past his naval. It was like a weapon that was fully loaded and ready for action.

Looking at it I shivered. It was a shiver of fear, a shiver of anticipation, a shiver of desire. I knew that weapon was powerful enough to destroy me but I was too far gone now, had slipped too far down the path of hedonistic lust that I wanted it. I was desperate for it. I needed it.

As I stood gazing I watched as Troy grasped hold of his manhood and pointed it downwards. He started to bend his knees and I saw in horror what was going to happen before it did.

"Hold her head," Troy directed Nate.

Next thing I knew my head had been grabbed behind me and tilted back and Troy's prick was descending like a magnet being pulled inexorably towards its target. Instinctively I opened my mouth as far as I could, completing my utter submission, and next thing I knew it had been completely filled.

Troy was using his weight to force his shaft further down my defenceless throat. I was completely immobilised as Troy's thick, solid pipe pressed itself further inside me, forcing my mouth to open wider and wider to accommodate it.

"That's it bitch. Not so talkative now are you." My brother had started his invective again. And now one of his hands had grabbed hold of my hair while the other was yanking my chin down. "That's it sis. Take his dick you good for nothing skank. Because that's all your good for really, isn't it? Underneath your high and mighty front you're just a needed slut, desperate to get fucked, aren't you?"

For once in my life I was actually agreeing with my brother. This is what I wanted, he didn't need to hold me down, I would have let Troy do whatever he wanted to me because in that moment I was lost and all that existed was my sexual desire which was over-riding any self control that I might have possessed.

As Troy continue to plunge further down my throat I started to feel light headed as it became harder and harder to breathe. I could hear myself gurgling away as I was skewered mercilessly on his humongous rod.

I tuned out Nate's insults and just stared up. My eyes were squinting in the sun, but its glare was nothing compared to Troy's. His body towered over me and I felt utterly powerless. I had never stood a chance against this.

As I looked up I saw his pitiless, merciless eyes as he thrust his hips further and further down, impaling me on his pole. And with a shudder I felt myself cumming. Cumming harder than I had ever cum in my life.

Nobody had touched my cunt and yet here I was shaking pathetically like an inexperienced virgin. It was the look in Troy's eyes that had sent me over the edge. I knew that look because I'd dished it out so often. It was a look of power, of strength, of dominance, of control. It was a look which said this is all about me, and you are here as my accessory, as my plaything.

It was at that moment as I was gurgling helplessly on Troy's huge tool and my cunt was spasming out of control that it finally hit me quite how far out of my depth I was. It was like I had been thrown in at the deep end of the pool without being able to swim and without anything to keep me afloat. Instead, I was being swept away on a tide of euphoria. But as I looked up into those unyielding eyes I knew that this wasn't a game. This wasn't a sport. This was me being changed, irrevocably. I was being broken like a piñata.

As I came round I could hear my brother panting like an excitable puppy. "She's cumming." He seemed to have given up abusing me and instead was talking deferentially to Troy, who even in my wretched state I was pleased to see was obviously unimpressed by his immature attitude.

"There was me thinking she would be easy to break." He continued excitedly. "But look how easy it was for you to break her!"

And at that moment I knew. I knew that my brother had set this up. He had invited this sexual predator, this uber-stud into our house with the express purpose of breaking me. It should have appalled me. The betrayal, the lack of familial love, the deviousness of it all.

But it didn't. If anything it yanked up my arousal levels even further. If I knew about one thing it was manipulation. Bending others to my will. And I had to hand it to my brother, he had found my weakness and exploited it mercilessly. It seemed that bitchiness ran in the family.

It was so humiliating, being served up by my pathetic wimp of a brother for a sexual annihilation like the main course at a huge banquet. Yet that humiliation did not embarrass me. It only made me feel hotter and more needy.

This I realised was what I had needed. I had been shaken from my torpor, my palid, turgid existence and was experiencing life in the raw, my primal essence being unleashed free of high-society constraints.

But as these flurry of thoughts raced through my head I was becoming more and more dazed, the pressure of Troy's dick on my gullet draining the oxygen out of me like a deflating balloon.

Next moment though I was spluttering and coughing, my spit flying everywhere as Troy removed himself from me and again stood towering above me. His prick was now coated in my spittle, gleaming even more in the sun like a polished piece of pipework.

But when he spoke, in his deep baritone voice he wasn't addressing me, but instead my brother.

"Pick her up."

With that simple command he turned on the spot and began walking to the house. It was the first glimpse that I'd got of his muscular, tight arse which flexed as he walked, as impressive as the rest of his physique.

My brother looked startled by the turn of events. It seemed like this wasn't in the plan. Taking my advantage I whispered, "Better carry me bro. I don't think you'd like Troy angry."

His face blushed as he realised that despite his scheming, despite his determination to bring me down, he had about as much control of this situation as I did.

I saw the look of confusion in his eyes. He was still panting from his excitement, but I could see that was fading fast into what looked like a mixture of the lust and fear which was consuming me.

He glanced back to see Troy walking away, confident that we would both follow. And his eyes were fixed on his muscular glutes as he took a sharp intake of breath. Finally in desperation I saw him look over my shoulder at his boyfriend Scott.

The expression his face was pained, as though he was seeking guidance. But if he expected some sort of rescue it was obviously not forthcoming and I saw his eyes change again. The light inside faded slightly as he seemed to accept his fate. Yes this was my dear brother, weak and vacillating. He was proving yet again how inferior he was, even while I was lying at his mercy.

And then in the next second I felt Nate's arms reaching round my body and picking me up. One arm snaked under my legs while the other supported my back as he lifted me up off the ground. Then he was hurrying forward, chasing after Troy like a wayward puppy trying to find his way back to his owner.

In just a few minutes the power dynamics had changed utterly and I wasn't about to let that opportunity pass me by. "That's it brother. Carry me, like the docile bitch that you are. Weak and pathetic. You'll never be a real man, like Troy."

I was spitting my venom now, my old bitchy sell rushing back to me, and I saw that my barbs were hitting home as Nate's face darkened and reddened in humiliating embarrassment.

"Troy wants me Nate. He wants to fuck the shit out of me. And I can't wait for it. I might not be an ice Queen anymore but I'll be Troy's Queen if it means getting plugged by that huge dick of his. Of course he wants me. And that makes you jealous doesn't it Nate? You're jealous that it's your sister who is gonna get pounded. But then, what would he want with a sad little bitch boy like you?"




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 04



It came flooding out of me, the torrent of invective. It made me feel good to have a bit of power over someone again. I might have enjoyed being humiliated by Troy because he had the strength and the wherewithal to dominate me, to put me in my place. But it still felt nice to lord it over a weakling like Nate who wouldn't know power if it hit him in the face. It was made even better by the fact that he'd had his little moment in the sun. He thought that he had won a victory over me. But I was showing him that he would forever have to kowtow to me, especially once Troy had got a taste for my cunt.

But my trash talking stopped as soon as Nate entered our lounge. I had to stop because once again it seemed like Troy had managed to suck all the air out of my lungs just by looking at him. All thoughts of abusing Nate were pushed from my mind as I focussed anew on the god-like man in front of me.

He was stood in the middle of the room, his feet a few paces apart, his back straight, and his hand wrapped around the base of his large tool. It still looked slick from his forceful blowjob and was now pointing straight towards me as he slowly tugged it in his firm hand.

Our lounge was massive and imposing. There was an ornate fireplace to the left with a large mirror above it, huge windows to the back, dozens of art pieces on the wall and a collection of sofas and small coffee tables set out in an artistic pattern across the room.

But all of that paled into insignificance compared to Troy, who dominated the room and demanded my attention. I was instantly wracked with an intense need to be fucked. As Nate lowered me to the floor my hands groped my dripping cunt as I massaged it vigorously while walking towards Troy.

"You two can go. I think it's gonna take some time to straighten this naughty girl out and get her in line."

I heard movement from behind as both Scott and Nate left. I revelled in my brother's dismissal and I beamed at Troy as he watched me approach and then spoke again in his deep, sexy voice.

"You want it, don't you babe?"

If any other guy had called me babe I would have slapped them, but I loved Troy calling me that. "Yes." I whispered hoarsely.

"Sorry babe, I didn't quite catch that."

"I want it." I said louder this time, a note of desperation very noticeable in my voice.

"What do you want me to do you, babe?"

He was grinning now. Grinning like the cat which had got the cream. He was playing with me, toying with me, showing just how in control he was.

I lost it. I tore off my bikini and quickly pulled down my thong to reveal my naked, toned body. My cunt was bare and free of any encumbrance I thrust my hand into it and squealed in pleasure. The nipples on my breasts were so hard they were painful. Acting on pure instinct and emotion I walked forward, my excitement building as I got closer and closer to Troy.

We were just inches from each other now and I could smell his powerful, masculine odour, which only intoxicated me further. "I want your dick." As I began to speak my hands reached up to my large, perky breasts and I massaged them sensually, pushing them together so that they seemed even bigger. "I want you to plunge your huge, fat prick into my tight, wet pussy and fuck me so hard that I can't walk properly for a week."

I could see that Troy was enjoying the show I was putting on for him. I was wiggling my hips now, while I talked out my fantasy. All my inhibitions had gone. All the scheming had vanished. The ice had melted and now I only wanted one thing. And I wasn't going to stop until I got it.

"I want you to ravish me. I want you to use me. I want you to destroy me."

I emphasised the word destroy with extra passion and it seemed as though Troy had heard enough because he moved so quickly that I barely realised what was happening before my back was on the sofa and he was on top of me.

His weight forced me to sink back into the sofa and I saw his head approaching mine. And suddenly we were kissing. Our tongues were entwined in a dance as they mashed together.

His tongue pushed itself fast and furious into my eager mouth and our faces glistened with the flecks of our shared saliva. Our bodies were now pressed tightly together, my breasts squeezed against his hard, muscular chest. He was so warm, so hot, like an engine that had been idling but was now preparing to hit top gear.

He moved his hand to the back of my head and pulled me even closer in, and our kissing became even more frantic as we both panted with excitement. But neither of us were satisfied for long. We both wanted more. I needed more.

As our clinch continued I reached down with my hand until it reached his hard, jutting spur and struggled to hold it in my grasp. It was pulsing now and I knew it couldn't be long until I had my wish and felt his schlong penetrate me.

The anticipation was killing me. My small soft hand was exploring his impressive shaft, tracing the large vein which bulged underneath. It was so hot and so hard and I needed it inside me. I was no longer thinking with my head. The only thought was being driven by my cunt.

In desperation I pulled my head away and screamed, "Fuck me, Troy. Fuck me, now. I need you inside me. Use me. Use me like a cheap whore and fuck me into oblivion."

As I was screaming out of control I saw his eyes ablaze in excitement and felt his prick pulse in my hand.

In a flash his hips had been drawn back and then he pushed forward until the dark purple helmet hit the entrance to my now flooded cunt. He was now towering over me, as he straightened his muscled body, while I lay beneath him, my back arched against the soft fabric of the sofa while my legs dangled helplessly over the side.

Troy with his feet on the floor was directing his hard, thick pipe downwards, perfectly positioned to break me in two. I was so hot, my head swimming with pheromones and as I looked down I could see his thick, veiny love muscle dark and forboding against my pale, white skin, about to penetrate my soft, pink pussy.

Next moment all conscious thought was pushed from my mind. Troy had forcefully pushed downwards, opening me up to his invasion. His immense girth and the speed of his thrust made me gasp in shock and knocked the stuffing out of me almost straight away.

But before I could draw breath he had withdrawn, before plunging his pecker into me once again. I was screaming, mewling and totally out of control. The wetness of my cunt and the angle of his attack meant that he met virtually no resistance as he slid into me.

And before I knew what was happening we were fucking as his hips bucked and he forced himself further and further inside me. His cock was so fat and so hard that it simply forced my cunt to accommodate it, forcing it to stretch wider and wider.

I just loved how good it felt. He was fucking me hard, really hard. But any pain was overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving me. My cunt felt like it was on fire, the friction he was causing making it twitch and shudder, sending shots of pleasure right through my body.

I was gasping for breath and my head had rocked back as my overloaded senses tried to cope with the pounding I was receiving. Troy's head swam into view and as he looked down he had an expression of concentration on his face, like he had a job to do. But it was so handsome, so beautiful, so rugged that I didn't care about anything else.

And all the while he kept up a metronomic pace. Each time I thought that I was settling into the fucking that I was receiving I would feel him push harder and plunge deeper inside me.

He was playing me like a maestro. Each time my screaming petered out, each time my breathing became less erratic, each time I felt like I was regaining my composure he upped the ante.

It was like a high performance car being slowly taken up through the gears. Each time I thought I couldn't take any more, that I'd been pushed beyond my limits Troy seemed to prove me wrong.

All it took was for him to press himself further inside me, or alter his angle by just a degree and a new, as yet undiscovered part of my cunt, screamed out in pleasure.

He was now stuffing my pussy with nearly all of what seemed to be his foot long dong. He somehow managed to keep the pace of the fucking going while hitting me with long, deep strokes that were filling me with ecstasy.

Each time he drilled me it felt like my internal organs were being rearranged, such was the force and speed that he was going at. My screaming had now died down. Not because I had learnt to cope with the pounding, but because it had reached a pitch too high for human ears.

What few words I was managing were garbled and lacking in any meaning whatsoever. "UUUgghhhh. Arrrghhh. Yeeeesssss. Fuuuucccckkkkkkk. Morrrreeee. Harrrrrdd. Arrgggggh. Ugh."

The sofa was rocking now, hitting the wall with huge force each time Troy plunged inside me before being dragged away again as he lifted his hips out.

TWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

The noise of the sofa slamming into the wall mingled with my garbled shouts as Troy, with the stamina of an ox kept nailing me harder and harder.

And still Troy carried on fucking me. Remorseless and relentlessly he was spearing me open. For how long this went on for I have no idea but suddenly I felt something snap inside my head and at the same time my cunt felt like it had exploded.

Sticky girl juice came squirting out, drenching Troy's prick in my essence and dripping down on the sofa. That had never happened to me before. Obviously never with Brandon, but not even in my most frantic masturbation sessions had my cunt reacted like this before.

I felt my whole body quiver and shake as waves of pleasure rushed through me, making me feel better than I had ever felt in my life.

It was then that I truly realised how stupid I had been. What a deluded fool I was for thinking that I had any other place in the world than here: Underneath a stud like Troy, being nailed like a cheap slut.

I had wasted so much time on such ephemera. Obsessed with keeping my composure, protecting my high-society status, manipulating and controlling those around me. All that seemed so pointless now that I had experienced being fucked by a sexual god.

All I wanted now was for Troy to fuck me again. To give me another one of these incredible orgasms, to have that rush of endorphins spreading from my cunt throughout my body and making me feel so fucking good.

And as these thoughts rushed through my mind I let out a primal scream stronger and more intense than any in my life.

Troy was still going. He had carried on fucking me even as my body had seemingly shut down from the intense feelings of pleasure. My frame was weak and limp. I was exhausted sexually and physically. But it looked like Troy was just getting started as he continued his pounding as though nothing had happened.

The fluid from my geyser-like cuntal explosion simply greased my pussy even more, meaning Troy was able to penetrate me even deeper. He was now covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertions of pumping me, making his tight, ripped abs look even more impressive.

Just as I thought that he could carry on forever he abruptly pulled out of me. The momentary absence of his pipe from my cunt made me feel empty and I groaned in disappointment as my pussy screamed out to be fucked anew.

I didn't have to wait long. Troy flipped me over with incredible speed and dexterity so that I was now on top of him. He was lying almost flat on the sofa, his head propped up by the back rest. His hips extended past the end of the sofa and he was supporting me on his strong thighs.

"Ride that dick!"

I didn't need to be asked twice. The change in positions had helped to re-energise me and I was eager to show Troy that I wasn't just a cock sleeve and to prove to him that I was worthy of his prick.

So I quickly moved myself forward and placed my cunt on his dick before thrusting down and impaling myself on his thick, unyielding shaft.

"Ugh," I screamed out, "You're so fucking big. You're aaarrrgggghhhh!"

My words were interrupted as Troy flexed his muscles and drove his pole upwards so quickly that I was thrown into the air. As I fell back onto his spear it penetrated me again, slithering yet further into the inner reaches of my cunt.

This new position was hitting new nerves inside me and firing off pleasure throughout my body and within seconds Troy had started his rhythmical fucking again.

I might have been on top but he was very much in control as he showed off his sexual prowess by hammering my cunt with the same deep dicking that I had learnt to love and crave. I did my best to keep up with him and used all my strength to ride his dick as hard and as fast as I could.

Our bodies were smashing together and I could feel his huge peach-sized balls slapping my ass each time we connected. I was screeching now at the top of the lungs and had lost all sense of self or thought.

In this position I could see Troy's incredible body laid out before me. With each thrust into my twat I saw his muscles flex, making them look even more refined. As I struggled to cope with his pace my hands reached down, using his hard, muscled pecs to provide support.

But my eyes were inexorably drawn back to Troy's face and our eyes connected as we fucked. As I looked into those emerald eyes I realised that I never wanted to look away. It was like I was being hypnotised. I had never felt so dependent on anyone else in my life. Never felt so needy. But there was no doubt that after today that I would need Troy forever. I would never tire of having my cunt ripped apart by his monster dick. Whatever I had to do to keep getting fucked like this I would do because I knew that nobody in the world would be able to fuck me as well as Troy was fucking me now.

His eyes burned with a smouldering lust. He had a grin on his face as he watched me getting more and more delirious. I could feel another orgasm building inside me and it felt even more powerful than the one that I'd already experienced. That excited me, but it scared me too.

Sensing that I was on the edge Troy did two things at once to push me over the sexual cliff. He reached up and tweaked my nipples, roughly and hard. At the same time he doubled the speed that he was fucking me, sending his hips into overdrive as I bounced and flailed on his prick.

There was no question of this being a partnership now, of me contributing. He was destroying my cunt with his pipe, boring into it so hard and so fast that the whole room became a blur. I started to feel dizzy and the stimulus became too much.

Without even having the energy to scream I came. I had thought my earlier orgasm was powerful, but that was nothing compared to this. My body was convulsing so hard that it felt like I had been electrocuted.

I fell forward onto Troy and my face hit his hard pecs. It was all too much and as I felt my cunt flooding yet again the word faded away and I lost consciousness. Troy had fucked me into a coma.

When I came round I opened my eyes blearily but was soon jolted fully awake as I was confronted by a huge purple helmet resting on my face.

"That's it babe. Ding, ding time for round two."

I looked up for a moment and saw a manic look in Troy's eye. He certainly wasn't done with me yet. The tingling which I still felt in my pussy only intensified further as I saw his greed for sexual gratification. He was going to keep fucking me until he came. And that was fine by me.

I could smell his meat. It reeked of my own juices which were splattered all over it. But just as I went to reach out and put it into my hungry mouth Troy quickly flicked the hard heavy dick so that it slapped me on the cheek. Before I could react it had swung back and had hit me on the other cheek too.

"That's it babe. Not so high and mighty now, are you? Tell me what I've turned you into."

I didn't even think. "I'm your bitch, your whore, your slut, your skank. I would do anything to be pounded by your huge fuck stick. Give it to me, stud. Give it to me hard."

Troy just laughed, bent down and turned me round so that my face was being pushed into the sofa while he positioned himself behind me.

But once again Troy had a surprise for me. Instead of lining himself up with my cunt which was swimming with my juices I felt the tip of his wang touch my tight rose bud. Simultaneously, his hand came crashing and slapped my ass cheeks so hard that my whole booty jiggled.

I'd never let Brandon stick his thing up my asshole before. It was so disgusting so degrading. How could a classy girl like me let a grubby boy do that to me? Well, I was finding out that I wasn't the classy girl I thought I was.

But even if I had wanted to protest Troy wasn't going to give me the chance. His hand kept slapping my ass and I could feel it starting to burn. But all the abuse did was make my ass and cunt twitch in desperate need of the pounding which I knew was about to begin.

"Who owns this ass?" Troy bellowed while continuing to mete out his punishment.

"You. It's all yours. You own it, like you own me."

The words spilled from my lips without hesitation. The final vestiges of my self-worth, of seeing myself as a strong, independent woman disposed of without a second thought.

Troy didn't respond verbally. He responded physically.

Without any further warning he forced his hammer deep inside my shitter, propelling me forward so that my shoulder crunched into the back of the sofa with a thud.

It was agony. It was like my ass was being ripped open, my juices providing only the barest lubrication to his sudden, forceful entry.

But I didn't have long to worry about it because before I'd had chance to draw breath he had drawn his hips back and slammed me again. He was soon hitting his regular fucking pace, leaving me squealing beneath him like a pig being skewered on a hot poker. 

The noises I was making now seemed barely human as I tried to come to terms with Troy's brutal assault. It was like he was trying to ram home his dominance over me, to finally and utterly break me to his will. And it was working. I was losing all track of my bearings as he continued to plunge his dick into me harder and deeper with each stroke.

My tits were swinging now, smashing into the base of the sofa while my head lolled in around in a puddle of my own pussy juices. The smell was intoxicating and as well as the physical pain of having my ass pounded I realised through the sexual haze how revolted I should be. But that didn't matter now. Everything that I thought I knew was being deconstructed by Troy as he re-educated me about what was really important to me.

Before long what had been excruciating pain was giving way to ecstatic pleasure. My ass started to grow accustomed to Troy's size as he stretched my muscles and bent them to his will just as he had bent me to his will.

Unlike earlier though he didn't even wait for me to grow comfortable before raising the stakes, pummelling my ass with such ferocity that I thought he was going to kill me.

And then suddenly my body was juddering as a new orgasm ripped through it. My ass felt like it was on fire as it shook violently and as it became wetter with my ass juices my slicker canal only allowed Troy even easier access to keep splitting me in two.

Troy didn't miss a beat. He just kept right at it, pounding away, thrusting faster and faster his arms reaching round to grip my shoulders to increase his leverage, and I was totally lost. My body was thrashing about like a fish caught on a very large, thick rod. I felt high as a kite. It was all so mindless. So hedonistic. So liberating.

I heard myself screaming out, "Fuck me harder. Deeper. Faster." Troy was already giving it to me better than I could have ever imagined possible but with my inner slut was still greedy, hungry for more.




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 05



Please note this piece is fantasy not reality and should not be seen to condone any of the behaviour described. All characters are aged 18 or over. Feedback welcomed, please let me know if you have ideas for future chapters.

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It had been a long afternoon session at the gym. My body was aching from the exertion as I stepped out of the shower having done a solid couple of hours training.

Still, as I admired myself in the mirror, it took hard work and dedication to maintain a body like mine. Standing at a touch over 6 foot, with tanned dark skin courtesy of my Italian ancestry, my body was buff and chiselled from all the hours spent at the gym. 

As nobody else was around I couldn't help wrapping my hands around the sizeable dick which swung between my powerful thighs. I soon felt it starting to harden in response and despite my excitement at the evening ahead I knew that I had to save myself.

My fortunes were changing. All the training to get onto the school football team had paid off by helping me join the gang which now ran the whole joint. Literally nothing moved without our say so.

It was like my life had changed overnight. Before I'd had to scrap for everything. My parents were never in a job for long and when they were it didn't pay very well.

Most of the time I had to wear hand me downs. One of my first memories was when I was at junior school and this kid got in my face, telling me that I was a hobo. He wasn't saying that after I'd punched him and knocked out a couple of his teeth.

After that guys got the message not to mess with me, but I still got into fights. I was just so angry with the world and that was the only way that I knew to take out my frustrations. Unfortunately, I picked a few fights with older lads which left me on the receiving end of some horrendous beatings.

I still remember coming home one day with¬¬ two black eyes and a broken rib from the battering I had received courtesy of a group of older boys who had decided I needed bringing down a peg or two.

But in a way that was all good training for me. It taught me that to survive in this world you had to be tough, or you'd get eaten alive. But it also taught me you had to be smart and pick your battles, you couldn't win every time.

So I worked hard, bulked up, trained every day and finally I made the football team. The captain was a guy named Troy. He was Italian, just like me, but he was an absolute beast of a man. He only had a few inches on me, but he was built like a fucking tank with muscles bulging everywhere.

Pretty much everyone on the team was scared of him, but to be fair he whipped us into shape. Our school had never won anything, but he took us to our first state championship. He was just so focussed, so determined, I'd never seen anything like it and it spurred me on to improve myself to try and match him.

And then a few months ago Troy started to change. This guy on the team, Marc, challenged him, punked him to his face. What a fool. There was only going to be one winner in that fight. Troy stole his girlfriend, fucked her so hard that she could barely walk straight and then bragged about it to the rest of the team. After that the guy was a laughing stock, a joke, a social leper.

As soon as that happened it was like Troy had realised what his assets were and started to use them. He pulled a group of the toughest guys on the team together and told us we were taking over the school. And he wasn't wrong. Within a few weeks we ran the place.

To start with we were just running an extortion racket, forcing everyone to pay up or risk ending up in hospital. But then we quickly moved onto shifting drugs and instead of having to beat money out of people, they were begging to give us it. Then before long we were pimping out the fit cheerleaders to sad middle aged men desperate for some hot, young pussy.

Troy ran the show. He was the man. The guys wanted to be him and the chicks wanted to fuck him. The chick he stole, Dixie, was the head cheerleader and as hot as hell. She had flowing blonde hair, a cute, ditzy face, a big rack and long, supple legs. Every guy wanted her but she only had eyes for Troy it seemed, like he'd injected her with some drug that made her powerless to resist him.

After what he did to Marc nobody was stupid enough to challenge him and it became clear that you jumped on the train, or it ran you over. I never really liked Troy from the start. He was a muscle headed douche bag. Sure he was tough as nails and ruthless but that's all he had going for him. He was just going to turn out like all the other cocky wannabe gangsters: wasting the best years of his life rotting in jail.

I didn't want my life to turn out like that. So I made sure that as well as training hard I studied hard too so that I'd be able to make something of myself, maybe even go to college. While most of the other guys spent their time training in the gym, drinking in bars and fucking around I made sure I kept myself focussed.

At least that was my plan. Problem was that over time I realised that I could earn a hell of a lot more dough, a hell of a lot easier and a hell of a lot quicker by being in Troy's gang. I told myself that I was just doing it to earn enough money to get by, that I had no choice to do it if I wanted my family to be able to afford to have food on the table every night and pay for gas.

But being in the gang was like a drug. At first it felt like I was in complete control. I got involved when I wanted to and kept to the low level, easy stuff, just earning enough to get by on. But if I wanted to stay tight with the gang I had to show my loyalty and earn my chits with the guys.

That meant making sure that I went out with the rest of the guys regularly to maintain my position in the pecking order. And then I saw how easy it was to earn a few more bucks, so I got more involved in organising our operations, running the drugs and making sure everything ran smoothly.

Suddenly I had money to spend for the first time in my life on things that I actually wanted, rather than merely needed. So I bought my first car, yeah it was second hand and pretty clapped out, but it was all mine. I sorted out a new wardrobe, buying the latest designer gear so that I looked great all the time.

But then to maintain this new lifestyle I had to get more and more deeply involved in the gang. I needed to keep spending and the gang was the only way I was ever going to earn the kind of bucks that were needed.

And before long I realised I was good at this shit. Yeah I was strong physically, that was a given. I could handle myself in a brawl and could mete out punishment beatings to anyone who got on the wrong side of us.

But more importantly I was strong mentally. I was clever. I could figure out a way round problems, think through how to do things most efficiently and handle the hot-headed knuckle heads around me.

More than that I realised that I loved the adrenaline rush, that feeling of being out of control, of surfing on the edge of a wave not knowing if it was about to send you soaring to new heights or plunge you down to new depths.

It all seemed to come naturally to me and over time I worked my way into the inner sanctum, one of Troy's top guys, the ones he entrusted with the most responsibility and naturally rewarded the most handsomely.

One other benefit was the frequent supply of hot pussy. Hell, what can I say? I'm an 18 year-old red-blooded male. Once I had got a taste for all the sweet cunt on offer it was impossible to let go. I went from being so nervous around chicks that I could barely utter a word to having the confident swagger of a guy who knew that he could have his way with practically any woman he wanted.

There was nothing better than strutting into a club with the rest of the guys and picking out a hot girl that I could take home and fuck all night long. The more arrogant I got the more the chicks seemed to dig me and want to be with me.

Over time it made me realise what made Troy so successful. What mattered was appearance, rather than reality. He gave off the impression of being dangerous, hard and supremely confident so most people believed it, whether it was true or not. And over time I was doing the same. It was amazing to see the change. Both men and women who might have shunned me or ignored me before now hung on my ever word. And when I spoke people listened.

It felt great to have that sense of control over my life for the first time, like I was in charge of my own destiny. And I realised I could play this game better than anyone. I had been wrong to think it was just a sucker's game. It was for most of the muscle headed jocks who got involved with gangs and had brains the size of peas but I knew that wasn't me.

The only guy I thought that could match me intellectually was Troy's brother, Scott. I didn't know him too well as he liked to stay in the background. He was quiet but he was a complete genius. What he didn't know about computers and all that I.T. stuff, wasn't worth knowing.

But while Scott was bright, I knew that he wasn't really cut out for running a gang. He'd only got dragged into it because his brother wasn't stupid enough to think he could run things all by himself. Still, I knew that I was the complete package. I had the right mixture of Troy's physique and Scott's brains to make a killing in this business, way more than I could anywhere else.

And I knew that now was the time to step things up a gear. To step out of the shadows. The truth was that I'd become increasingly pissed off at Troy and the way he ran things. In the last few weeks he'd found a way to worm his way into the richest family in town and was hanging out at their huge mansion. After that we'd started to expand our operations to this school where all the trust fund kids went, way across town. And I knew that the profits must have been through the roof.

But here was the problem. We were obviously making loads more money than we had before but us guys doing the grunt work weren't seeing much of it coming through to us. And it seemed like Troy was more interested in fucking anything that moved at that big mansion than actually running the business.

He left most of the real work to Dixie, Vinny, Scott and me. Vinny was a cool guy but he was so loyal to Troy it was unreal. It was like they were brothers or something, they were that close. And obviously Scott and Dixie were too.

It was really starting to bug me though and over time I saw that things needed to change. We needed a management restructure so that the operation was being run by someone who gave it their full attention and wasn't gonna be distracted by a never ending parade of bimbos.

That's why I was excited about tonight. I was meeting Dixie for dinner. It was such a surprise when she'd asked me out on the date that I couldn't believe it at first. She seemed so into Troy that I'd never even bothered to try and hook up with her, despite getting hard every time I looked at her, because I knew that she wouldn't be interested and Troy would probably beat me to a pulp if he found out I'd gone near one of his favourite girls.

After I'd had chance to think it through it made more sense. Dixie was probably feeling neglected by Troy too. I remembered what it had been like when they first hooked up. They were virtually inseparable. Dixie followed him round like a love sick puppy and they would fuck anywhere and everywhere. In school classrooms, in the locker room, in his big SUV after matches. And whenever you saw them together Dixie would just stare at Troy and you could see the desire and lust in her eyes.

Since Troy had moved into that big mansion though and started banging a whole host of other chicks, Dixie must have felt a bit put out. Maybe she wanted to make Troy jealous? Maybe she was just too horny and thought I could get the job done when Troy couldn't or wouldn't? Either way I knew this was the opening that I needed.

Dixie knew so much about Troy and the way the business worked. He seemed to trust her more than anyone else, maybe because he knew what hold he had over her. If I could break that hold and get Dixie on side, well who knew what could happen?

I knew what I was doing was dangerous, that it was risky, that it could all blow up in my face. But the surge of adrenaline was too much for me to resist so I decided to go ahead and meet up with Dixie and see what she had to say. I'd just have to be careful, take it slow and work out how best to play the situation to my advantage.

As I quickly got dressed I tried to keep myself calm and composed, controlling the growing excitement which was building inside me as I considered what opportunities and dangers lay ahead.

Two hours later I was pulling up outside Dixie's driveway and tooting my horn to let her know I had arrived. I'd decided to dress quite casually, I didn't want to let Dixie know quite how into her I was. So I wore a simple white shirt with a pair of faded denim jeans. I knew the crisp white shirt set up a nice contrast with my dark, tanned skin and that would appeal to a girl like Dixie.

After a minute or two I saw signs of movement from the house as Dixie skipped down the driveway and got into the passenger seat of the car. As she did so my heart beat a little faster and my dick immediately hardened, pressing against the cotton briefs which contained them.

Dixie was wearing what could only be described as a skimpy outfit. She was sporting a pale green strap top with a plunging neck line. Her large, perky tits spilled over the top of the outfit, supported by the striking golden bra I could see beneath the thin, satin material of her top. Her black skirt was similarly revealing, riding up well over her knees as she sat down in her seat and turned to face me.

"How do I look, Mike? I hope it's good enough for wherever you're taking us tonight?"

It took a moment to regain my composure as I drank in the sight before me. I still marvelled at how hot Dixie was. I'd known her for a few years and ever since I'd set eyes on her I'd harboured a huge crush. Unfortunately, I wasn't alone and I'd never had the self-confidence to approach such a stunner. But all that had changed now and yet I still couldn't quite believe that I was about to finally take her on a date. Suddenly I realised my hesitation and hurriedly issued a response.

"Oh yeah Dixie, you look incredible. Just like always."

As soon as I'd said the words I cringed inside. So much for playing it cool. But Dixie didn't seem to mind. She was beaming at me as I tore my gaze away from her and back to the road.

"Yeah you're gonna love the place Dixie, it's a little out of the way but it's perfect."

"Cool, I knew you'd pick somewhere good."

And with that we were off and away. The conversation as I drove was a little stilted. I felt butterflies in my stomach for the first time in years. It was like having the clock rewound to my younger, less confident self. I mean I'd been with a lot of girls in the last few months and had a lot of fun, but I'd never had a date with one as sexy as Dixie and I didn't want to mess it up.

Every time I glanced across at Dixie I felt my dick twitch as I took in her gorgeous figure. This wasn't helped by the fact that her hands kept moving around her body, first softly and subtly caressing her busom and then drifting down to between her long, slender legs. It seemed like she was shivering even though it was a warm evening as though she couldn't quite control herself around me.

By the time we pulled up at the restaurant my prick was straining against my denim jeans, which were bulging out obscenely as a result. Whereas in the past I might have been embarrassed about this and sought to hide it, I now swelled with pride. I knew from past experience that my huge bulge was always an advantage when picking up a hot chick.

"Here we are babe. Let's go."

Dixie grinned at me, a look of excitement on her face as we both got out of the car. As we approached the entrance she reached out and placed her petite, dainty hand into the palm of mine. I felt a surge of electricity at her touch and quickly enclosed my hand around hers. My head swam slightly as the feelings of lust flowed through my veins and I felt my heart rate accelerate as I imagined what the rest of the night would have in store.

The place I'd chosen was an expensive little French bistro. I'd chosen it because it was one of the most romantic places I'd ever seen. Nearly every table was occupied by a couple. The lighting was quite dark with the only illumination coming from candles placed on each of the tables. As we both sat down it was obvious that I'd made the right choice. The joint was just so intimate and it felt as though the rest of the place had melted away so that it was just Dixie and I who were there.

Now that I was facing Dixie directly I had to fight hard not to allow my jaw to slacken in awe at her sexiness. Whether it was a bright blue eyes, her petite, feminine lips, those long flowing blonde locks or the massive canyon of cleavage that was on proud display I could not take my eyes off her. They roved across her stunning figure, making me incredibly hungry. Not for food, but for cunt.

My dick was hard as a rock inside my cotton briefs, desperate to break out and fuck this blonde slut senseless. It took all my concentration not to blow right there and then, which would have been the biggest humiliation of all.

Somehow I managed to stumble through the dinner with insignificant small talk. As far as I could tell Dixie was having a good time. She kept complimenting me on how romantic the place was and how she had never been treated like this before. Each time this happened my heart rate increased and my dick pulsed with heightened desire.

Time seemed to have slowed to a standstill. The problem with going to this French place was that they operated at their own, slow place. All I wanted to do was rip Dixie's clothes off, but instead I was forced to continue my agonising wait. At times the conversation ran dry and I felt embarrassed as I saw Dixie smirking as I continued to blatantly ogle her sexy body.

As I did so I felt a sudden pressure on my crotch. It was one of Dixie's small feet, which she had obviously lifted and deliberately placed on my throbbing prick. I shivered at the unexpected sensation and then looked across at Dixie.

Our eyes connected and we communicated more to each other in that instant than any of the insignificant chit chat had. She had a seductive, knowing look in her eyes. I knew in that instant that I would be getting lucky that night. She looked like the cat who had got the cream, and was very happy about it. And in that moment I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from cumming.

I had never felt this way about a chick before, so thoroughly consumed with lust and desire. It was like all the other girls I had been with had been in black and white, while Dixie was in colour. It wasn't just her physique though. She had something else about her: a confidence in herself and her ability to get any man that she wanted. 

I wasn't used to that. Most of the chicks I picked up in bars and clubs knew who I was. They knew I was a player in an up and coming gang. They knew I was dangerous. They knew I had a reputation for taking innocent, naive girls home and turning them into filthy sluts. They knew I had a big dick and that I wasn't afraid to use it. And so it was always so easy. When I approached those chicks I felt like a fox approaching a defenceless hen. We both knew what was going to happen that night, how it was going to end up and who was in charge.

And things had got so easy for me that it was almost boring. I'd felt it over the last few weeks. Going to the same haunts and picking up the same type of girls had become boring. I was going through the motions and the spark wasn't there anymore, but I kept doing it because that was all that I knew.




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 05



Dixie was like stepping up to a whole new division. It was like playing a completely different game in fact. She knew all the same things about me as those other chicks did but it didn't seem to intimidate her. Instead it excited her, like she was up for the challenge, the sexual combat which was to come. She would be a participant, rather than just a receptacle. That confidence in herself made her different from all the other sluts I'd known, who only got any self worth from having a hot, big dicked guy fuck her silly. Dixie was more independent, better able to hold her own. And that turned me on so much. For the first time in a long-time I didn't know how the evening was going to turn out. I wasn't quite sure if I was out of my depths here. And that made me harder than I had been in a very, very long time.

And to make matters worse Dixie started massaging my turgid dick through my pants, while maintaining constant eye contact. It was like she was pushing me, testing my limits. Although we were in a restaurant with lots of people around us it still felt as though we were the only couple in the room.

I felt my breathing grow more erratic as Dixie began to move her foot faster and faster. The friction between the cotton of my briefs and the skin of my solid cock sending jolts of pleasure through my whole body. I saw Dixie smirking as she continued to stimulate me and I realised in that moment what I had got myself into.

Dixie wasn't one of those cute, naive girls that I was used to in high school. This was an experienced sexy whore who knew how to tease men, who knew how to seduce men, who knew how to control men. And that sent a surge of adrenaline through me. Tonight was going to be a moment of truth for me.

I saw in that moment it could go two ways. I could easily fall under this chicks spell. I could let her continue to take control, to tease and tantalise me, to play me like a puppet on a string. I could let her use my body to give her the pleasure that she needed, to meet her primal desires. And then what would I be? I would be nothing better than a puppy kept on a tight lease by his demanding mistress.

Alternatively, I could rise to the occasion. I could master my emotions and turn the tables on this sexy minx. I could show her that all she was doing was lighting a fire that would devour her. I could prove that I was up to the task of taming this slut. Then it would be her on a leash, I would be the puppeteer and she would be my bitch.

This realisation flooded through me in an instant and I knew that tonight was critical in determining how this nascent relationship would unfold. More than that, it would determine how my life would unfold. Whether I really was capable of being the alpha male who everyone else was forced to listen to and take notice of, or whether I would be just another also ran kept under control by my rampant sexual desires.

It was like waking up from a dream. I had allowed a sexual haze to descend on my brain, as though Dixie had cast a spell on me, slowly lulling me into docility. The effect was almost immediate. I felt my breathing grow more normal and I grinned across at Dixie, telling her that she could tease me like this for as long as she wanted. I wasn't going to break. I wasn't going to buckle. That would be her role tonight.

I smiled in triumph as I saw the change this wrought on Dixie. The confident smirk had gone. Her eyes had narrowed in confusion and suspicion. Eventually she withdrew her foot and a feeling of elation rose inside me. It was like I had won round one of our sexual battle and having got the psychological upper hand I was determined not to let it slip.

I quickly signalled to the waiter to send over the bill and paid it by slamming down a couple of hundred dollars on the table, including a sizeable tip in my desire to leave as quickly as possible and cement my advantage.

"Let's go."

I watched as Dixie got to her feet, clearly taken aback at the change of pace the evening had so quickly taken. I knew that now was the time to pounce. I had wined and dined her, but now it was time to have my fun. Like a seasoned poacher I knew I had to time my strike perfectly, while my prey wasn't expecting it, to seal my advantage.

As we left the restaurant I went to put my arm around Dixie. But instead of placing it around her shoulders I reached down and grabbed hold of her tight rump. I could feel her jump in surprise as the shock of my actions ran through her as adrenaline continued to course through my veins.

I wasn't stupid. I knew that Dixie was trying to play me. Trying to use her considerable feminine charms to make me fall under her intoxicating spell. And so far this evening I had fallen for the ploy hook, line and sinker. Her body had that effect, just oozing sex appeal and making any man think only with his dick, forcing all other thoughts from his head, just as this manipulative vixen wanted.

But now that I had awoken to her game it was now her turn to be unsure and unsteady on her feet as I showed her how much of a man I really was and who would be in charge for the rest of the evening. We'd both had quite a bit to drink so I'd arranged with the waiter to have a cab waiting outside for us.

As we left the restaurant we were both hit by the cool evening breeze and I felt Dixie shiver beside me. I knew it wouldn't be the last time she would shiver that evening, although that would be for a different reason. I grabbed hold of her butt more forcefully, squeezing it inside my large hand, and using it as leverage to force her to face me.

I was transformed now. Gone was the lethargy and hesitation that had dogged me for most of the evening. I had re-found my mojo and knew now there could be no turning back. The die was cast; Dixie was mine.

Without waiting a second longer I reached down and planted my lips on Dixie's. Again I felt her recoil in surprise but I was in control now and it felt great to be back in charge of the situation. As I forced my tongue into her mouth I used my other hand to grip her ass even tighter, lifting her up into the air and backing her onto the side of the waiting cab.

The initial resistance had melted away now, as Dixie submitted to me. Her arms reached round the back of my neck, clinging onto my muscular frame as we kissed passionately. Our tongues were smashing together now as we both unleashed the full force of the pent up desire which had been building between us all evening. I felt Dixie pulling my head towards her and knew that she had succumbed to her desire. It was a sloppy, wet kiss as we frantically attacked each other, all sense of romance vanishing. We both knew that had been the starter and the main course was what we were both interested in.

Once again I felt completely on the edge, my dick aching inside the tight confines of my briefs and I felt a spurt of pre-cum issuing already as I became caught up in the moment. Meanwhile Dixie had spread her legs wide and flung them around my hips. In response I moved forward, trapping her even more tightly against the car. As I did her cunt connected with my dick, through my clothing and I felt another jolt of excitement and anticipation flow through me.

My dick twitched, as though it knew that what it had been seeking all night was now within touching distance. But unlike earlier I didn't panic about this heightened stimulation, instead I embraced it. I knew that I had the strength and control to handle this, that I had the stamina to survive it. I felt Dixie squirming in my hands. It seemed I wasn't the only one being stimulated and I knew that she was desperate to feel my sizeable meat inside her needy pussy.

A moment later the taxi tooted its horn, evidently frustrated at the wait. I didn't care less what the driver thought, but I knew that I wanted to keep things moving so I responded almost straight away. I stepped away from the car, pulling Dixie back with me before reaching out to open the door. Then I flung Dixie unceremoniously inside before joining her on the back seat and telling the driver our destination. He didn't look too impressed but when he saw the ferocity of my gaze he quickly started driving. I was used to this sort of response since I'd got involved in the gang. Weaker guys could just tell that it wasn't worth messing with me.

I took the opportunity to take a breath and calm myself for what lay ahead. I glanced to the side and the sight that met my eyes only increased my testosterone levels. Dixie's hair was a mess and her head had lolled to the side. She looked dazed and confused as she stared at me hungrily. And as I watched I saw her hand slip beneath her short black skirt.

As she explored her own cunt I saw her take a deep intake of breath, as though she was struggling to breathe. I wasn't going to let her regain her composure though, to find a way of once again using her undoubtedly well tested skills of seduction to bring me under her spell once more.

Instead I reached for my zip. A second later, I had fished out my dick. It sprung out of its cotton confinement with such speed that I saw Dixie's eyes widen in shock. For a few seconds all I did was stroke my meat. It stood ramrod straight, like a flag pole at full mast. Looking at it proudly I realised it was bigger than it had ever been before at what was an imposing 9 thick, hard inches of pure muscle.

All those hours of teasing, the long, tortuous wait and the sudden, decisive action had caused it to inflate to hitherto unknown proportions. I felt it pulse in my hand and watched as Dixie eyed it nervously. If there was any lingering doubt left in me, the sight of my towering manhood extinguished them. And I could see that Dixie too knew that the terms of engagement for the evening had now been irrevocably established.

I was in charge and she was going to submit.

Dixie's hands were now thrusting inside her cunt faster than ever and her breathing was becoming more erratic. I knew what was happening to her. I'd seen it happening to sluts hundreds of times before. She was becoming overwhelmed by lustful desire. Her horniness was taking control. Like a drug, it was having a physiological, not just a psychological effect on her. Instead of thinking with her head, she was thinking with her cunt. And her cunt only wanted one thing.

I grinned as I contemplated what lay ahead. I knew tonight was going to be a lot of fun.

Suddenly without any warning I reached out and gripped the back of her neck, dragging her head towards me. Any independence of thought had gone now, as I directed her mouth to the angry, purple helmet of my throbbing shaft.

She knew what was expected of her and as I felt her warm mouth engulf my raging dick I rocked back my head in pleasure, allowing a low groan of victory to escape my mouth. The hand on the back of her head was now superfluous as she got to work on my meat. 

It was immediately obvious this slut was an expert cocksucker. So many chicks were nervous around a dick. I was so used to them tamely licking the helmet, not really knowing what they had to do to please their man. They soon got the idea when I grabbed the back of their heads and started face fucking them. But the whole process was just needlessly difficult and drawn out.

Not Dixie. She knew exactly what was required of her right now. Maybe it was experience, or maybe it was just her natural instincts taking control now that she had smell of dick in her nostrils. Whatever the reason I already knew this would be the best blowjob of my life.

Her head plunged so rapidly that more than half my pole was consumed in a fraction of a second, as I felt my dick hit her throat with a thud. I felt her tongue wiggling and squirming, stimulating the underside of my shaft as it did so.

But before I had got used to this sensation Dixie had lifted her mouth up, until it had risen as far as the tip of my throbbing prick, before slamming back down on it again. At the same time she brought her hands round, using one to massage my balls while the other grasped the base of my shaft like a child clinging to its sweets. But at no point did she stop the momentum being built by her head, bobbing up and down on my prick like a boat in a stormy sea.

Within a few seconds I felt precum leaking from the helmet of my prick. The liquid did nothing to halt Dixie's frenzied attack. If anything it only offered her more encouragement and made her even more desperate to milk me.

Dixie didn't care about the mess she was making. It was as though for her the rest of the world had disappeared, with only her mouth and my dick left. It wasn't long before my prick was soaked in a mixture of her saliva and my precum. As a result each time her gob slammed itself down I felt my staff slide its way further and further down her throat, encasing it within those tight confines and sending waves of pleasure flooding through my body.

I was starting to feel myself losing control again. I'd had a lot of chicks suck me off. But never like this. Never so intense. I heard my grunting grow louder as Dixie continued to press further and further down my shaft, her soft lips massaging my dick and giving me more pleasure than I'd ever felt in my life.

I couldn't believe how seemingly easy it was for Dixie to take my cock. Most of the other girls I'd fucked had moaned about the size, said how difficult it was to fit, gagged before it had even reached halfway into their inadequate, little mouths. It was a battle to get any satisfaction. But Dixie was swallowing my pole like it was just a starter for her.

And as I looked down I saw that she had achieved what no other chick had done before. My whole dick was now stuffed into her mouth, pushed impossibly far down her slick, wet throat. I felt her chin nuzzling against my balls.

It was now me struggling for breath. It was me who could no longer think straight. My fuck stick was so hard now that I felt like it was about to burst. And still Dixie continued, lifting her head totally off my prick, before smashing her head back down on it.

She was fucking my dick with her mouth. There was no other way to describe it. And I could feel myself buckling, my balls were tightening and I knew that if I didn't do something fast I was going to blow. And not just blow. But blow harder than I'd ever blown before.

And then as I looked down I saw Dixie gazing up at me, my dick totally submerged inside her hungry mouth. The look made my cock take another lurch as it tightened even further. It was a look of a sex crazed slut who knew that she had me where she wanted me. It was the look of a sly, cunning vixen who knew that I was cornered. It was the look of an evil witch who had used her feminine magic to subdue me.

In that moment I felt more vulnerable than I had ever felt before in my life. All my cocky arrogance had gone. All my feelings of power and control had ebbed away. In their place was a feeling of hedonistic bliss. My dick pulsed in desperate need of release. I knew that I wanted to cum. I wanted to blow a huge, sticky load over this hot slut.

But in that look I also saw my own doom, my own demise, my own abyss. If I unloaded now then Dixie would know that she was the one calling the slots, she was the one in control. I might have the muscles and the big dick, but she would have a mouth that had tamed both.

And in that instant I saw what game Dixie was playing and knew that I could not let her win it, or I would be the pathetic bitch tending to her ever wish knowing that I needed her more than she needed me.

I knew that I had to stay strong. And in that moment I acted on instinct. I reached across with my now free hand and quickly ripped down her skirt before quickly dispatching the tiny throng underneath. Before Dixie could react I slapped her now exposed ass violently. I watched with satisfaction the look of shock on her face as her ass jiggled and she squirmed on my pole like a fish out of water.

Over the next few seconds I slapped her ass cheeks again and again, like I was disciplining an errant schoolgirl, which I suppose I was. Dixie's mouth flopped off my dick, freeing it from her control. I knew that I had to press my advantage, so I plunged three fingers hard and fast up her now dripping cunt.

Her eyes widened in shock at the sudden vaginal intrusion. But I wasn't going to stop there. I started to finger her aggressively, while my thumb encircled her distended clit. I could feel her whole body shivering at the stimulation I was giving her and her head flopped down as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

I didn't let up for the rest of the journey and Dixie was back firmly under my control. My dick was still hard as a rock but as I felt testosterone flood my veins I felt the tightness in my balls slacken, as my self-control reasserted itself.

A few minutes later the cab drew to a halt and I saw that we'd arrived at our destination. Pulling my fingers away from her cunt I lifted Dixie so that she was upright again. I paid the driver while Dixie pulled up her now torn skirt and tried to make herself look presentable.

When I saw what she was trying to do I knew how to make her feel even more degraded and submissive. I reached out with the hand which had just been fingering her cunt and smeared her face with her own pussy juices.

As she looked at me I saw a change in her eyes. She was no longer the confident, arrogant slut, so sure that she could master this dumb punk and make his dick her plaything. Instead she knew that her only true purpose in life was as my plaything. And boy was I going to have fun playing with her tonight.

Getting out of the cab, I dragged her body out with me. The air was even colder now and I heard Dixie gasp as it hit her hot, sticky body. I didn't even bother trying to put my dick back into my tight jeans. There was no way it would fit now and I knew that nobody would care where we were going.

So in we walked together. I strutted towards the nearest doors, my big cock swinging as I went, while Dixie trailed along behind me like a stray dog chasing after its new owner.

The feelings flowing through me were incredible. I felt so strong, so powerful, so in control. I had taken the sexiest, most confident slut in the whole school, the chick that all the guys drooled over, and turned her into my own personal fuck toy. And here I was, walking with my powerfully, meaty stick on display, showing everyone else my power.

As I swaggered up to the reception desk I saw the eyes of the young brunette sat there widen in shock. Her jaws slackened at the lewd display. But I knew that she wouldn't do anything. I'd been to this crappy motel dozens of times before and it was the sort of place that never asked any questions. They didn't care what you did in the rooms as long as you paid for them, which was reflected in the clientele which used the place.

"Name's Spirelli. Mike Spirelli." I said authoritatively, before adding with a cocky smirk on my face, "And my face is up here, babe." 

The receptionist who had been ogling my big dick like it was the first cock she had ever seen snapped her head up so quickly I thought it might snap.

A second later she was typing away at her computer. As she did so I couldn't help but notice her perspiring as a sheen of sweat appeared on her face. This only made me feel even more powerful, and I took the liberty of stroking my angry dick right there in the lobby. The receptionist had a concentrated look on her face, as though trying desperately to control her emotions and every few seconds I saw her eyes twitch to get a glance at my erection.

"Come on, I ain't got all day you know." I said impatiently, causing the receptionist to jump and type ever more frantically.

Eventually, she reached into a drawer of her desk and handed me the key.




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 05



"You're in room 7. It's down the hall and on the right."

Before she had even finished her sentence I'd grabbed hold of Dixie and started dragging her down the corridor towards our room. I'd waited long enough and I wasn't going to wait any longer.

As soon as we got inside I pushed Dixie forward, flinging her onto the bed, which creaked in protest as her body thudded into it. The setting couldn't have been more different from the expensive French restaurant where we had started the evening. That was all about romance and seduction. This place was dingy and shop worn. It was only about one thing. Fucking.

I looked down for a second at Dixie who was lying prone on the bed, her ass sticking up invitingly. In a flash I had discarded my jeans so that I was naked from the waist down and without wasting another second I moved forward to join my slut on the bed.

The next few moments whizzed by as I ripped off her skirt for the second time this evening, discarding it by my side. This time she wouldn't be able to retrieve it, as it lay torn in two forlornly on the floor.

There was nothing standing between me and my prize now. I stared at her bare ass, admiring its every contour as it lay there still red from the spanking I had given it earlier. But now was not the time for admiration. Now was the time for action.

Without saying anything I mounted her and drove my throbbing dick into her wet cunt. It slid in easily, gliding up her vaginal passage like it was a second home. I heard Dixie squeal as I thrust hard and deep inside her until my whole, raging cunt-basher was nestled inside her tight, silky pussy.

It felt amazing, the feeling of dominance and victory rushed through me as I realised that I had done it. I had conquered this slut. Now it was time to finish her and claim my reward.

So I drew my hips back and started to fuck her. It felt great to be able to just hammer a pussy without worrying whether the slut could take it. Dixie could handle it rough. Dixie could handle it deep. Dixie could handle it hard. And I was determined to make sure she got it rough and hard and deep.

Straight away I hit a fast, steady rhythm, pounding her tight snatch remorselessly with deep, punishing strokes. Our hips smashed into each other at pace and my balls swung round to hit her clit each time I drove my shaft inside her. She was so well lubricated now that I was able to go as fast as I wanted, stretching out her pussy to fit my large pole.

The room was filled with the sounds of Dixie's screams, the metronomic thud of hip on hip, the relentless creaking of the bed and the squelching noise of my prick swimming in her plentiful cunt juices.

I had fucked plenty of chicks but never quite like this. Never quite with this level of energy or this level of ferocity. It was like I'd spent my life driving Fords and now I was at the wheel of a Ferrari. The harder I thrust forward, the harder Dixie thrust back and the louder the sound of our hips colliding became.

Dixie wasn't naive and inexperienced like most of the girls I'd fucked before. She wasn't just taking the pounding I was giving her, she was joining in as an active participant. Instead of moaning about my size she was begging me for more. She wanted it harder, faster and deeper.

"Fuck me, stud. Give me more," Dixie screamed at the top of her lungs.

"You need this, don't you? You horny slut. You need a big, thick, cock inside your tight, sexy cunt, don't you?"

"Yes. I need this. I, uh, need your big, fat cock. Argh. Ugh. Ugh."

As she tried to reply I upped the pace of my thrusts, using my powerful hips to slam all nine inches of my rock hard battering ram into her defenceless pussy. Her screaming reached an even higher pitch as we became more frenzied and it seemed as though she had lost the ability to speak at all.

But still I continued, relentlessly filling her up as she howled like the sex craved slut that she truly was. In that moment I felt such power. I was dominating the hottest chick that I'd every laid eyes on. The girl that everyone in school wanted to fuck. Troy's girl.

I knew that I had her now. I knew that she needed this, badly. The way she was screaming it was like she hadn't been fucked for weeks. Like a junkie who had gone for weeks without a proper fix. And now she was overdosing. And it was my dick that was giving her that overdose.

The sense of power and control rushed through my body and I felt my prick swell as it continued to thrust in and out of her cunt. But unlike earlier in the evening I had no worries that I might cum too soon. I felt like I could go for hours like this. I felt a strength flood through me, as I rode the crest of this sexual wave.

I reached forward and grabbed hold of Dixie's blonde hair, pulling her head up and forcing her to arch her back upwards as we continued to slam into one another at pace. Using my other hand I grabbed hold of her shoulders, using the leverage to pull her closer towards me.

As I continued to hammer away at Dixie's now slick pussy I couldn't help but smirk and think about Troy. After all his macho posturing, all his alpha male strutting, here I was banging his chick and he was utterly clueless.

He was probably locked away in that mansion, balls deep in some random slut, while I was pounding his favourite girl. The one who made his business run so smoothly. The one that would be the key to bringing him down.

I loved fucking a slut doggie style. There was something about it that was just so primal, such a demonstration of male superiority and female subjugation. As I looked down at Dixie and saw the sweat dripping off her body and heard the frantic panting and heaving of her chest I knew that yet again I had turned her into my bitch.

Suddenly I heard Dixie squeal and felt her shaking uncontrollably on my swollen cock. And then I felt her cunt being flooded with pussy juice. It rained over my dick like a fountain, continuing to fall as a large wet patch started to form on the bed beneath us.

I felt the strength in her core evaporate, as though she had been broken by the intensity of our copulation. Her head rocked forward and down, as did her shoulders, as though she no longer had the strength to keep them from falling down.

If there had been any doubt about the victor of our sexual battle, this ended it. It was like her body was raising a white flag, surrendering to a superior force.

I could have stopped at that point. I could have rolled over and lay on the bed with Dixie held lovingly in my arms. Perhaps a previous version of me would have done that. But that wasn't the man I had become. That wasn't the man I wanted to be. I wasn't interested in a loving romance. I craved that feeling of power that unleashed a torrent of adrenaline, testosterone and endorphins through my body and made me feel like a powerful conqueror able to vanquish any foe.

Dixie's lust may have been satiated, but mine had not. Her thirst may have been quenched, but mine remained. But I was going to make sure it was by the end of the night.

I didn't just want this to be just a victory, I wanted this to be a victory that neither of us would ever forget. This was my opportunity. This was the chance I had been waiting for. Dixie was essential to my plans for taking control of the gang and I couldn't let her slip through my fingers.

That meant not just fucking her, but fucking her so hard that she would not be able to cope without me and my dick pounding her and sending her into ecstasy. I needed to fuck her so completely that she forgot all about Troy and instead became loyal to a new dick.

If there was one thing I had learnt since I'd got involved with the gang it was that you could control a chick if you could control her cunt. It worked even better than getting her hooked on drugs, because she could get them anywhere. But if you could convince her cunt that only your dick could give her those body shattering orgasms you could get her to do whatever you wanted. From that point onwards she wouldn't think with her brain. In fact, she wouldn't think at all. She would just do whatever she was asked in order to experience feeling that orgasmic high just one more time.

But I knew that breaking an experienced slut like Dixie wouldn't be easy. Even though it appeared as though the orgasm I had given her had done the job I knew that it hadn't. Sure, it had probably given her pleasure like she hadn't experienced in a long time. But she was used to being fucked by a big dick, used to using muscled jocks to give her the release she craved.

If I stopped now, I would just be the latest in a long line of studs to give Dixie a night to remember, before she moved onto her next conquest. And I couldn't let that happen, because without owning Dixie, completely owning her, I had no chance of taking down Troy. No chance of taking what was rightfully mine. And I couldn't let that happen.

And so I knew now was the time to be ruthless. Pulling out of Dixie's sloppy cunt I quickly flipped her over. I took just a few seconds satisfaction as I looked at the state of her. Her body was covered in perspiration, her make-up had started to run, her hair was a mess and her eyes were finding it difficult to focus.

I couldn't help but admire the way her body looked in that moment. She definitely looked less beautiful, less conventionally attractive. But damn she looked smoking hot. You could tell right then how much of a born slut she was. Her body was radiant, her golden tan seeming to shine brighter in the murky light of the motel. While her breasts seemed even bigger now they glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. But there would be time to admire my plaything later, now it was time for business.

I reached out and again grabbed hold of her neck, pulling her unsteady head and body towards me and the glistening pole that jutted out from my body like a sword about to do battle.

Pretty quickly I saw Dixie's eyes regain their focus. It would have been pretty hard for them not to, because they were now just inches away from my throbbing dick. I could see Dixie was still struggling to right herself.

"Smell that, slut? That's your sweet pussy juice slobbered all over my big bad cock. And you know what a good little slut needs to do, don't you?"

I waited a second for her to respond, but she still seemed incapable of speech. Either she had not yet recovered from the orgasm that had ripped through her just moments before or she was too intoxicated by the smell of my dick and her cunt juice to be able to talk.

"I thought you'd be better trained than this, slut. Clean me up!" I barked out the order, but Dixie still seemed too doped up to respond and losing patience I took matters into my own hands.

Grabbing hold of her head I thrust forward and used my engorged shaft to prize her mouth open. I could see that she was still struggling to think straight, but I had to smile as I felt her petite hands reach up and start to massage the base of my fuck rod as she moaned softly. Her natural slut instinct was taking over, making it even easier for me to dominate her.

Without giving her a moments rest I pushed my pelvis forward violently, while keeping a tight grip on her blonde locks. Her eyes bulged obscenely as my dick punched its way down her defenceless throat.

Immediately, I began to fuck her face aggressively. This blow job was nothing like the one in the taxi. Then Dixie had been the one in control, using her mouth and tongue to tease and tantalise me, to milk me dry. But now it was me calling the shots. I was fucking her skull so hard. Using her mouth as it was meant to be used, like just another cunt.

I felt Dixie gagging and thrashing beneath me as I continued my assault. Her spittle was flying everywhere now and her face was a mess of cunt juice and saliva mixed with the dark black streaks of her mascara.

I knew that she was struggling badly. Her arms were flailing as she gasped desperately for air. But I didn't care. It was necessary. I had to show her that I was the meanest, nastiest fucker on this Earth. That only I could give her that feeling of being totally used and abused that I knew would make her my loyal servant in the upcoming battle with Troy.

So I continued to skull fuck her. Slamming her head onto my oversized dick like it was a bowling ball. Until eventually I felt that familiar tightening in my balls. And this time I knew I couldn't hold it back. This time I knew that the events of the evening were about to overpower me.

Embracing the feeling I growled in triumph as I felt my cum cannon firing directly down her throat. I held Dixie's head in place as I continued to release more spurts of my thick white man goo straight into her stomach. I felt her head starting to shake as she gagged and wretched, but I kept my grip firm. This moment was all about me. My pleasure, my release, my satisfaction.

And still the cum poured into her. The feelings of victorious domination after a night of teasing and temptation had overwhelmed me and I was cumming harder and longer than I ever had before. Eventually Dixie could contain my precious load no longer and it came spurting out of her nose and trickled out of her mouth and onto her voluptuous tits below.

Eventually when I had finally finished I pulled out and as my cock emerged more of my seed spilled down her chin and onto her sexy body. I took a moment to look down on her, to glory in how I had broken this super confident slut and turned her into nothing more than a receptacle for my cum.

Dixie's eyes were blank. It was as though her mind had shut down, unable to process what was happening to her. And as soon as I released her she flopped back onto the bed, utterly spent. The orgasmic explosion had also hit me hard and so I fell down next to her and fell asleep cradling my new fuck doll, confident that with her help I could finally bring down Troy once and for all.

I woke early the next morning, as the first rays of sunshine pierced the dank room. I looked across at Dixie, still out like a light. I couldn't believe the transformation that I had wrought in her. When I had picked her up the previous evening she had looked incredible and I had struggled to think straight. But now she just looked like another cheap skank, the type that you could find in any seedy bar or club.

That thought sent a surge of adrenaline through me and I was tempted to fuck her again straight away. But I knew that I had to bide my time, that I had to be patient, that I had to make her come to me.

This wasn't just about sex. Dixie had been the hottest girl I had fucked in my life and I was desperate for a repeat. But I knew the stakes were bigger than just satisfying my teenage libido. It was my whole future at stake.

So I quickly got dressed and left. I wanted Dixie to wake up cold and alone and covered in my spunk. I wanted her to have an empty cunt. I wanted her to finger herself to try and satisfy her sordid, sexual desires. I wanted her to realise how much she needed me. That way I could control her and use her to get control of the gang.

I knew that I was being an asshole, a complete douche. Leaving a chick after you've just fucked the living daylights out of them wasn't the coolest thing I'd ever done. I knew if my mom ever found out she would be mad as hell.

But being a nice guy doesn't pay the bills. Being a nice guy means you live a miserable, godforsaken life in a constant battle to make ends meet. That wasn't what I wanted for me or my family and so I needed to do something about it. Like all the other nasty stuff I did in the gang this was just something that had to be done if I was ever to be able to have the life I wanted.

Over the next couple of weeks I saw Dixie a few more times. Each encounter was the same. I didn't just fuck her. I degraded her. I used her. I fucked her so hard that she passed out. And then I left her alone and empty.

Yes it was cruel. Yes it was unfair. But it was necessary. And it worked.

As our encounters became more and more infrequent her need for them increased exponentially. As I sat in my old car waiting I looked down at my phone and read the unanswered messages I'd been sent over the last few days.

Mike, can we meet up soon? I want to feel you deep inside me.

My cunt misses you Mike.

I need fucking, Mike.

Stop torturing me and come fuck me. NOW!

I can't handle this. I need your big dick in my tight cunt.

I'll do anything you want. Just come over and fuck my brains out, stud. 

I smirked in triumph. I'd got Dixie exactly where I wanted her. Reading the texts got me hard. There was nothing I'd like more than to, as she so delicately put it, fuck her brains out, but I had more important things to do right now.

Of course, I hadn't just been fucking Dixie. I'd been pumping her for information, most importantly about some of our key coke suppliers. Troy had always been keen to keep that under wraps for obvious reasons. By controlling the supply he controlled the gang. He only let Dixie and his buddy Vinny deal with them.

But that was all about to change. A few days ago I'd got in touch with one of the dealers and arranged a purchase on the side. Now all I had to do was wait for him to turn up and exchange. Then I could start shifting the goods and creaming off the profits.

Troy wouldn't have a clue that I was stealing his business from underneath him, until it was too late. He'd be too busy buried balls deep in his latest conquest, while I slowly took control and then wiped out him, Vinny and his nerdy brother in one clean hit which would send a message to everyone that there was a new boss in charge.

A quick glance at my watch told me the dealer was running late. Although I knew that I'd taken every precaution and the only people who knew about this were me and Dixie I was still nervous. I was taking a massive risk here, but I knew it was more than a dumb gamble. It was a calculated decision. I'd weighed up the risks and decided the potential rewards were more than worth it.

As adrenaline flooded through me I nervously tapped the gun concealed inside my jacket. I knew there was virtually no chance that I would need it, but it still made me feel better to know that it was there if I was wrong.

A few minutes later I saw a van pull up. The deal ran like clockwork and ten minutes later I was back at the wheel. I was several thousand bucks lighter, but had several kilos of prime coke in the back which would make me a very nice profit indeed. Relaxing for the first time that evening I went to turn the ignition.

Suddenly out of nowhere I heard a loud, female voice.

"Get out the car and put your hands up."

Instinctively I went to drive away. But in my panic I dropped my car keys. By the time I'd recovered I'd heard two gunshots and felt the front of the car sinking down. The tires had been burst. I had nowhere to go.

I calculated my options. I could try to fight whoever this person was. But they knew where I was and in the dark I couldn't see them. The chances of me coming out of a confrontation on top were slim. So I had to surrender and hope that I could talk my way out of the situation. Stowing the gun in the glove compartment I stepped out the car, stretching my hands high in the air.

"That's it. Keep those hands up. And face the car."

I did what I was told and heard footsteps approaching behind me. Before I knew what was happening I felt someone reaching up to grab hold of my hands and pull them behind my back. Next second there was a click and I felt a pair of handcuffs trap my wrists.

Then suddenly I was hit hard and roughly in the back causing me to fall to the floor and bang my head on the hard turf. In my dazed and confused state I was only dimly aware of my legs being tied up in a tight knot.

As I came back to my sense I looked up at my assailant and was immediately surprised by what met my eyes.




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 06



Please note this piece is fantasy not reality and should not be seen to condone any of the behaviour described. All characters are aged 18 or over. Feedback welcomed, please let me know if you have ideas for future chapters.

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Prologue

"That's it bitch, wrap your throat round it like a good slut."

This was just a typical evening for me, sat in the office of the nightclub I'd just bought and getting head from yet another blonde slut who wanted the Troy Fratelli treatment. 

To be fair, she wasn't doing too bad a job considering it was the first time she'd ever attempted to fit something as big as my meat inside her petite mouth. I could tell she was trying her hardest from the effort she was putting in.

Her tongue was racing up and down the underside of my shaft and the glugging sound she made as she struggled to contain her gag reflex had grown loud enough that it could be heard clearly over the thudding base emanating from below.

The blonde hair I was looking down on was messy and unkempt, a result of her frenetic head movements and I could feel my dick swimming in her saliva, which was now dripping off my chair and onto the floor below.

But the truth was she just wasn't cut out for sucking dick. Some chicks just have that natural instinct. They know exactly what to do, all the little tricks to please a man and make him go crazy. Despite her effort this slut just wasn't gonna cut it.

One of the perks of owning your own nighclub was getting the chance to interview all the new hires, and it was a perk that I had made the most of over the last couple of weeks. Unemployment was so high in the town that people were desperate to get work, no matter what it entailed.

Mentally making the decision that this one, whatever her name was, wasn't going to be getting hired my mind started to wander onto the events of the last few months.

It had been such an incredible whirlwind. Having waited so long to break out of the small high school confines, everything seemed to have happened so quickly.

Taking over the Sterling family had been a masterstroke. Overnight I went from being a small drug dealer in a shit high school to having access to a fortune which ran into the tens of millions. Not to mention what great cover it provided as Scott and I sought to grow our criminal empire.

Instead of pulling in a couple of thousand bucks a week, we were now pulling in tens of thousands. It helped that Grace had taken to the drugs trade like a duck to water. She was just a rich, upper class version of Dixie. Manipulative, aggressive and wholly without morals she controlled that preppy school with an iron fist. The pathetic trust funders didn't stand a chance.

I felt my dick hardening as I thought about Grace and Dixie, and the slut beneath me trembled like a leaf as I did so, struggling to cope as my dick grew impossibly bigger inside her inadequate mouth.

Just the thought of those two scheming bitches turned me on. Sure they were both stunning in their own ways, one blonde and the other brunette. But it wasn't just their beauty that turned me on. It was their sexual power and their willingness to use it.

They were both such strong, independent, powerful women. Able to manipulate and control the weak men around them, using their feminine wiles to get what they wanted.

Until they met me of course. Once I'd finished with them they were just like any other slut, holes to be used for my satisfaction. I loved that moment when my cock was stuffed so deep inside their pussies and was drilling their cunts so hard that they broke. You could see it in their eyes, their strength and arrogance dissolving in the face of a sexual power which was greater than their own. My power.

In that moment I felt totally invincible, able to scale any mountain and overcome any challenge. Watching the both of them bossing other people around, crushing them under their heels only made them hotter to me, because I was the one who had broken them. I was the one that owned them.

That's what it was, ownership. I knew they would never betray me, never be disloyal to me. Not because of the money they got, or because they loved me, or because they were loyal, but simply because I owned their cunts. And because I owned their cunts, I owned their minds.

I was the only guy that could make them truly happy. That could fuck them so hard and so deep that they would pass out. That could make them feel helpless and subservient to a superior. That could give them the sexual high they experienced when I turned them into mindless, thoughtless cum dumps for my thick loads.

Of course, having a foot long dick with the girth of a coke can helped quite a bit. I knew that wasn't the only reason for my success though. I was cut from the same cloth as both Dixie and Grace, imbued with a sexual appetite that was so voracious that nobody could handle me.

But I couldn't deny that I also enjoyed the comforts that the Sterling mansion brought. Having experienced a childhood of angst and heartache and struggle it was amazing to experience what it was like to be one of life's winners. And I wasn't going to deny myself any of those pleasures. Why should I? I'd done the hard work and now I was getting my reward: an endless stream of grade A pussy.

Those first few weeks after that dramatic day when I had fucked both Grace and her mom now felt like a haze. It had been like a continual round-the-clock orgy, when for the first time in my life I had allowed myself to be consumed by the sexual fires which burned inside me.

It was like I had overnight become a King. Each day was the same, filled from my first waking moment until my last by sexual stimulation. By the time I fell asleep each evening I would be surrounded by at least half a dozen passed out sluts who I'd spent the last few hours relentlessly fucking in every sexual position known to man. The devastation wrought by my fuck stick left behind a tangle of bodies, all pushed past their sexual limits and stained by my thick seed. 

Soon every room in the Sterling mansion, and there were more rooms than I could count, stank of sex. I was marking my new territory in the most primal way so that anyone who entered would be confronted by my masculine scent.

Those few weeks had been like an oasis for me, an oasis at the end of a parched and tortuous journey. My life up until that point had been filled with conflict and battle, as I was confronted by the cold, hard realities of a tough and difficult world where nothing was to be given freely and everything had to be fought for and won.

Now I seemingly had everything that I had ever wanted, a constant supply of gorgeous, sexy women who were happy to do whatever it took to satisfy my sexual needs and more money than I knew what to do with. And for a few weeks I had submersed myself fully into this dream world, where all my fantasies had seemingly become reality.

Some guys would have been happy with that, happy to live the playboy lifestyle for as long as possible, happy to shelter from the dangerous world and happy to settle for the nice life I now had. But that could never be me, those few weeks of hedonistic bliss had taught me that lesson.

As each day rolled by it had given me less and less satisfaction. The years of hardship had conditioned me, sculpted me, and made me the man that I had become. Forged in fire, my life would only be worth living if it was filled with fire, filled with a blazing desire to overcome new challenges and best greater foes. The quiet life would never give me the fulfilment that I both wanted and needed.

But this realisation hadn't come quick enough for Scott, who was impatient for us to continue on the path that we had started upon. The path that led towards avenging our father's death and punishing his killer Nacho who still ran the biggest gang in this lawless town.

I could see in his eyes each time he looked at me in those weeks of excess, a hardening towards me. What had always been a close fraternal bond was becoming more and more frayed as he saw me frittering away time on trivialities. We had managed to keep the peace somehow, but our truce felt rocky and uneasy. 

While I could understand Scott's impatience his attitude still angered me. We would have achieved nothing without my power and dominance, so who was he to try and dictate terms to me?

The last few weeks though had seen a rapprochement of sorts between us as I sprung into action by ordering the purchase of a nightclub as a base for our operations. This was the biggest challenge to Nacho and his crew that we had yet made. It gave us a foothold in the underworld that he had dominated for so long.

There had been some pushback, some minor skirmishes over turf, but nothing too serious. This just confirmed to me how weak Nacho had become. In his younger days he would have declared all out war on us and not stopped until we all had bullets in our brains. But now he had grown complacent, thinking we were not a threat to him. He wasn't the first to underestimate me and he wouldn't be the last, I was sure of that.

At the same time I'd taken out a guy within the gang who was trying to challenge me. Like so many others he had underestimated me, thinking I was just a dumb, muscled up jock. But instead it was me that had outwitted him, lured him into a trap which would result in him spending the best days of his life locked up.

The plan was to humiliate him and make an example of him to show everyone else in the gang what happened to people that stepped out of line. And it was personal too, I wanted to show Mike just how superior I was.

But in the heat of the moment I went further. I did something which I'd never done before. I fucked a dude. No, that's not right. I took his ass and utterly destroyed it, with such power and force that he broke like a porcelain doll.

Mike started that evening straight. He started that evening a man. But I bent him out of shape so far that he'd never be the same again. He'd never see himself as an arrogant, confident stud. No. He'd see himself as the wimpy faggot bitch boy he truly was.

As I drove my prick into him that evening I saw in his eyes what I had seen in the eyes of countless chicks before. It was that moment when his eyes had gone vacant and glazed over as his mind shattered, unable to cope with what I was doing to his body. At the same time he'd cum, completely hands free. Spurt after spurt of his seed, fucked right out of him by my huge, fuck spear.

Then he was just totally blank, totally gone. And I knew from then on that Mike would be my bitch, just like Dixie and just like Grace. I didn't even need to blackmail him to keep his mouth shut.

That night had been a revelation to me. It showed me that I enjoyed fucking dudes just as much as I enjoyed fucking chicks. Hell, in some ways it was even better. What could be hotter than taking a strong, dominant, powerful man and turning him into a wimpering, pathetic bitch?

More importantly I saw it was yet another way I could use my sexual power to get what I wanted. And so from that night on it wasn't just chicks that I banged, it was anybody hot. Anybody I wanted.

While I was confident in our progress it seemed Scott was permanently on edge. He was constantly reviewing the security around us, rotating the guys we had around us in case any of them had been tempted to sell us out, while agitating to me about what we were gonna do to take down such a large, established rival.

I could understand his concerns, of course, but I just had a confidence that an opportunity would present itself to destroy Nacho once and for all. And once that opportunity presented itself I would take it and with it take control of this entire town.

With that thought still at the forefront of my mind the door barged open and I was wrenched back to the present.

In stormed Scott, his face was red and contorted with rage. I knew it must be pretty bad, because he always kept his cool.

"Have you heard what those bastards have done?" Scott bellowed at me, spit flying from his mouth.

I didn't answer straight away. I could feel my own rage building. Nobody spoke to me like this, especially in front of a slut. But I knew that now wasn't the time to get into a fight with my brother, not while he was so worked up.

Instead I roughly yanked the hair of the blonde slut who had continued to bob ineffectually on my huge staff. She looked startled, as though she hadn't even noticed Scott's arrival, so obsessed had she been with giving me the best blowjob she could.

"Get out," I ordered her. She looked like a kid who had been told that she couldn't have anymore sweets. Her head drooped slightly, as her shoulders hunched and wobbling precariously she left the room.

Turning to my brother I said calmly but coldly, "Never talk to me like that in front of anyone ever again."

But my brother didn't flinch, he just kept going.

"Like I give a shit about that. Elijah's been hit. He was shot, just a few streets from here. He's in hospital now. They don't know if he's gonna make it. So forgive me if I'm not too bothered about your pride."

The anger that had been building up inside me flared uncontrollably and I stood up. Turning away from my brother I walked across to the other side of the room.

Elijah was one of our enforcers. I'd known him for years and he'd been on the football team with me. He was an absolute giant of a man, standing well over 6 foot and built like a brick house. Nobody messed with Eli, well not if they had any sense.

Fury raged through every pore of my body, like molten lava. After months of placid plain sailing, this was like being woken up by a bucket of ice cold water. Memories flooded through my mind, unbidden and uncalled. Dark, painful memories that had long been suppressed. The sight of my dead parents bodies, cut down in their prime. The tears of my brother as a small boy, having to be comforted.

But I wasn't a boy anymore, scared or fearful. I was a man. I knew that men who could not contain their emotions, who succumbed to despair were weak. And I was not weak, I had never been weak and I wasn't going to start now.

As the room came back into focus I realised that my right hand had tensed itself into a fist. Exhaling deeply I let it unclench, regaining control of my emotions and starting to work out what we were going to do next.

"Did you hear me, Troy? They've hit Elijah. I knew this would happen! I've been warning you for months, but you've been too interested in banging every slut with a pulse to care."

Slowly I turned back to face my brother. I could see the hurt and fear in his eyes. I loved my brother and I couldn't deny his many attributes. Without his intelligence and strategic brain I probably would have been just another mindless jock. But he was weak. Perhaps not as weak as my father, but in his eyes there was the look of panic, the look of a loser.

"Yes, Scott I heard you. Now stop acting like a fucking pansy."

"Fucking hell. Don't you get it? This is it? It's on. And what are you doing except getting your dick sucked by a skank?"

"Just calm the fuck down. Sure, this is a blow. But that's no reason to panic and start running round like headless chickens."

My brother tried to interrupt him but I carried on, speaking over him.

"We don't make any decisions now. We sit down, analyse the situation and come up with a strategy. Isn't that what you always say we need to do? This is no different. They're sending us a message, they're telling us to back off, testing us to see what we're made of. That means they know we're a threat, that means they're getting worried."

Scott was taking deep breaths and I could see he was starting to calm down, as colour returned to his face.

"Look, I know what you're feeling. I know the pain, the anger. I know what it feels like. And trust me, we're gonna get revenge for this. Just like we're gonna get revenge for our parents. I promise you. We just need to stay strong and get through this."

As I said these words my eyes bore into Scott's, with a fevered intensity. I was showing him the fire inside me and it seemed to have the desired effect as I visibly saw his body relax slightly.

Then I pulled Scott towards me and held him in a firm embrace. Our hot, tense bodies collided and my still hard dick was pressed up against his t-shirt. Scott had seen me naked so many times now that there was no awkwardness between us. Yet as I stood there, holding him something felt different. But now wasn't the time for distractions, so I ignored the heightened tension emanating from my rock hard prick.

Instead I pulled Scott tight to me, our hot, sweating cheeks brushed together as I whispered into his ear, "We're gonna get through this. Together we're unstoppable. We're gonna rip Nacho's family to shreds."

Looking into Scott's eyes in that moment I could see such tenderness and vulnerability. Usually when I saw that in someone's eyes I felt a sense of power and control, knowing that their weakness would make them easier to manipulate.

Yet with Scott it was different. He was my brother. My own flesh and blood. But the bond between us was more than that. It had been forged in the fire of pain and trauma and loss, immeasurably strengthening it so that I was convinced nothing could break it.

Now though it was like something new had crept between us. Maybe it was what had happened with Mike, but being so close to Scott was bringing out feelings inside me that I had never felt before.

Our heads were just centimetres apart, and our eyes continued to be locked together, as we both silently tried to understand what was happening between us.

Both of us had calmed down now, our breathing no longer erratic but still we stayed bound together. Until slowly, inexorably our heads drew closer and closer, as though being pulled together by a puppet master.

KNOCK KNOCK.

We both jumped apart as though separated by an electric shock, at the knocking coming from the door. For a second we stared at each other, momentarily disorientated.

I stepped away first and shouted, "Come in."

The door opened and Vinny appeared sporting a grin on his face and seemingly not aware of the tension between me and my brother.

"Scott was just filling me in about Elijah. I hope you've got some good news for me."

In a flash Vinny had his game face back on. That's what I loved about him, he didn't ask questions, he just got on with the job quietly and efficiently. Just what you needed in an effective deputy, and boy was Vinny effective. He had a steeliness that belied his slight frame and he had this great knack of finding ways to solve problems.

"Well the good news is that Eli is gonna be fine. I mean it won't be an easy recovery, he's pretty bashed up, but he'll get through it. He was actually pretty lucky, the bullet just missed a key artery."

"Well that's something. What else?"

"Now this is the really good news. Let me show you."

Vinny marched across the room and turned on a monitor, then he picked up a remote control and pressed a few buttons. The monitor switched between several camera shots before settling on one which focussed on a group of three girls.

One of the first things Scott had done after we'd bought the club was fit it with several dozen security cameras. They weren't your standard type either, most of them were concealed and the resolution on them was incredible. Vinny used the controller in his hand to zoom the camera in more closely on the group of Latinas.

"So we've got some hot chicks in tonight? So what?" My dick switched as I examined one of the girls particularly closely.

"Not any old chicks, Troy. That's Selena."

"Selena?" The excitement in my voice matched the look on Vinny's face. "You mean ...?"




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 06



"Yeah, that's right. Nacho's daughter."

I couldn't quite believe it. After everything that had happened in the last half hour it felt as though this was destiny. Here it was. The chink in Nacho's armour that I'd been waiting for. And there was no way I was gonna let it slip through my fingers.

Licking my lips like a wolf with his next prey in his sights I said, "Guess I better go do what I do best."

Five minutes later I'd put on a nice pair of jeans and a fresh white shirt and was ready for action.

As I walked out of the office Vinny shouted, "Go get her boss, give her one for Eli."

Turning to face him I replied with a smirk, "Don't worry, I'll give her more than one."

Chapter 6

I couldn't believe how much my friends were whining.

We'd only been in the club 5 minutes and already they were moaning on and on about what a bad idea this all was. I loved Mazie and Ava, but they sure as hell pissed me off sometimes. Always worrying about something. But then again I suppose they weren't in my position.

No, being the daughter of the leader of the most feared gang in town certainly helped to reduce my stress levels. I knew I was untouchable. If anyone messed with me, they were basically taking a one-way ticket to the mortuary. My father would see to that. 

Like the guy who last year had given me a dirty look in the street. One text message later and he was writhing in agony on the floor as one of my dad's goons beat him to a pulp.

Yes, I was used to getting my own way. It was just natural. It just happened. It had always been that way. Even as a young child it had always been so easy to persuade my father to do what I wanted. How could he ever refuse his darling, little princess?

Of course, I was no longer so little and I was definitely not a darling, but I still strutted around like a princess. Now I'd reached my twenties I was using my status to have lots of fun.

Most of the time I didn't even need to go to my dad. Everyone knew that if they did something to aggravate me, then they'd have him to deal with. So when I started exploring my sexuality, as any growing young woman would, I had the pick of the hottest guys who would all fall over themselves to please me. Although to be fair, they'd have probably done that regardless of who I was related to. The truth was that I was a bit of a stunner, and boy did I know it.

I'd just started to do some modelling in the last few months, the perfect job for me. All I had to do was stand around looking pretty while a bunch of guys fawned over me, taking my picture and telling me how sexy I looked in whatever I was wearing. One of the photographers who had shot me last week told me that I was a younger, hotter, sexed up version of Eva Longoria. And I couldn't fault his logic. Of course he had probably been hoping to get some action, but I only slept with the hottest guys and he definitely didn't fall into that category.

I knew I was the complete package though, which is why no guy could ever resist me. I've got the cute face, the brown, tanned Latina skin, the long, sleek black hair, the petite body, the hourglass figure and the bigger than average boobs which looked even larger on my slender frame. But I knew nothing could beat my curvaceous ass, which never ceased to get a boys attention. It all added up to one hell of a sexy package.

Tonight I was wearing a designer black dress that had been tailor made for me. It had a plunging neckline, which showcased my perfect tits and the hemline was short enough to show off my sexy legs.

A lot of the women around me liked to act all chaste and coy around men, not wanting to be seen as a slut who gave it away too easily. I had no such qualms. As soon as I lost my virginity, in a seedy club not too dissimilar to this one, I had loved sex. That feeling of having my cunt pounded by a big dick until my pussy exploded just couldn't be beaten.

I'd always got everything I'd ever wanted, so why should this be any different? And like everything else in my life it was all on my terms. I did it when I wanted, where I wanted, how I wanted. I was in control every step of the way.

The man's only contribution was giving me his cock, to help get me off. The hotter they were, the cockier they were, the more aggressive they were the more it suited me. It just made taming them that bit hotter.

I mean sure, a lot of them could talk a good talk and some of them were really well hung. But ultimately once their pricks were wrapped in my silky, velvet cunt they were putty in my hands. Objects to be used until I had been satisfied, and then discarded while I moved onto my next conquest.

I loved seeing that transformation, from a confident alpha male to a submissive, subservient bitch to his true master. Yeah I wasn't one of these sweet, elegant, classy ladies. No, I was cut from the same cloth as my father, with an innate need to dominate all around me. There was nothing better than taking an arrogant stud, jumping on his dick and riding it so hard that he probably thought it was about to break, before leaving him spent and passed out beneath me.

What made it even better was the way they underestimated me. They looked at my tight, petite frame and then at their hard, erect dicks. And then as I started to fuck them they'd suddenly realise that they'd bitten off more than they could chew. That it was me using them, not the other way round. 

I wasn't intimidated by their size either. I loved bedding a hung jock, the kind of guy that was used to having sluts coo over the size of his manhood and squealed crazy when just half of it was inside them. They were all the same, just seeing me as another conquest, another slut they would use to get their release before they moved onto the next. But every time the outcome was the same, with me leaving him covered in our sexual juices having given him the fucking of his life, cos no other chick would be as wild and aggressive with him in bed as I was.

The only real danger was that my dad might find out about my sexploits. He probably wouldn't take too kindly to the news that his daughter loved nothing better than fucking a guys brains out. But then, who would be stupid enough to tell him, when they'd probably dead within a day?

Yet recently I'd had to cast the net a bit wider to get my thrills. I wanted new blood, fresh meat. I wasn't going to be satisfied fishing in a small pond, under the wing of my father, when there was a whole ocean of a world out there full of cocks ready to be conquered.

That's why I was now stood in this seedy club, listening to Mazie and Ava yapping away about how risky it was, because it was one of the few clubs in the town that my father didn't control.

"Look bitches, if you're gonna ruin the entire evening why don't you both go home?" I finally snapped at them.

They both realised they had over stepped the mark and knew from experience that it was never pretty if I had to say something more than once.

The annoying thing was, as I scoped out the club, there seemed to be next to no talent around. Most of the guys in the joint looked high, were butt ugly or just plain dweeby. I liked my men muscular, strong and powerful, but the ones in here tonight barely deserved the right to be called men at all.

Just as I was about to tell the girls that we'd call it night, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. As I turned my head to focus in on the guy that I'd spotted I had to make every effort not to let my jaw hit the floor.

I had seen a lot of hot men in my life, and slept with nearly all of them, but I'd never seen one as hot as this. He was a giant of a man, standing at what must have been at least 6 foot 5. He had a powerful, muscular build with broad shoulders.

I watched intensely as he walked down a set of stairs and towards the bar to order a drink. My eyes were roaming across him greedily, trying to take in his every contour. His face was rugged, with a strong jutting jaw line, but he was handsome too. As he smiled a pair of dimples appeared on his face that would have melted even the coldest of hearts. Even from this distance I could see that his teeth were a perfect, pearly white completing his movie star good looks.

He was just my type; tall, dark and handsome. His dark, tanned skin seemed to glisten in the dim, dingy light of the club, shining like a beacon in the gloom. And his spiky jet black hair just added to his all round appeal.

I could feel an immediate twinge in my cunt at the sight of this Adonis. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and a pair of faded denim jeans. The white of the shirt only made the contrast with his dark skin even more apparent. He had the top few buttons undone, showing off his muscled pecs for the whole world to see. It was impossible not to notice how the shirt was straining to contain his buff body and his bulging muscles.

For a few seconds I lost focus. No man had ever had this effect on me before. I was used to being the aggressor, taking what I wanted. But something about this guy intimidated me. It was a strange, alien feeling, one that I didn't really know how to handle. But what I did know was that I felt more alive than I had done for years.

He was obviously a regular at this dive because as soon as he approached the bar the chick behind it started fixing him a drink, and a gaggle of desperate sluts descended on him, throwing their half naked bodies towards him in a desperate bid for attention.

A few seconds later I saw a dishevelled looking blonde walk down the same steps this hunk had just appeared from. She looked like a complete wreck, her dress had been ripped in several places and her boobs were on show for all to see. Her hair was a tangled mess and she looked unsteady on her feet, clutching the side rail as she made her way down to the dance floor.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs she staggered, as though disorientated. Her head bobbed around as she tried to find her bearings. Like a moth being drawn to a flame I watched as she made a beeline for this hot stud.

And then something clicked in my head, as I put two and two together. He must have done this to her. It was obvious, he must have just taken her up those stairs and fucked her so hard she couldn't walk straight. What was confusing was how relaxed he looked, as though nothing had happened. He'd turned a slut into a complete and total wreck, without having to make any effort whatsoever.

If that was a turn on for me, what happened next raised my levels of desire even higher. The half passed out blonde fell into the guy who had obviously just blown her mind. He reacted by pushing her away, so that she fell to the floor in the heap. All the girls around him were laughing now, as this hot beefcake just nonchalantly pointed to the door.

I couldn't believe quite what I was seeing. Sure, I'd seen guys be complete douches to chicks after they'd fucked them and got what they wanted. But I'd never seen something on this scale, this guy had just used this blonde slut and then basically told her to get lost. Fucked and chucked.

A lot of girls would have been repulsed by this, or at least pretended to themselves that they were. But not me. No, his actions had the complete opposite effect on me, driving my horniness to a whole different stratosphere.

I could feel my cunt moisten so that my small, tight thong started to get damp beneath my dress. I knew in that moment that this would be the ultimate trophy. I had to have him, and I knew I would. And by the end of the night, I'd have drained all that cocky arrogance out of him and shown him who his new boss was.

"Wow, he's fucking hot, isn't he?"

Ava's question brought me back to the present and I turned towards her, my natural instincts kicking in. I felt emotions, thoughts, feelings running through my entire body. My stomach was churning, my nipples were as hard as diamonds, my cunt was soaking, and I was still over 30 feet away from the dude. But I was damned if I was gonna let anyone else know that.

"Yeah, he looks ok for a Guido on steroids," I replied as though the guy was nothing special. "But then looking around this dive I guess he's the best of a bad bunch."

"Come on Selena, even you can't argue that he's not smoking. Look at that gaggle of girls around him. He looks like he could do whatever he wanted to any of them."

I fixed Mazie with my fiercest, bad ass stare and she cowered slightly.

"Um, well, um, that's just what I think." She said tailing away, like a whimpering mouse confronted by a venomous cat.

Smirking in this victory I said, "Well we better get another drink before we die of thirst, hadn't we?"

It was true that we needed a refill, but more importantly I wanted to get closer to this guy without arousing any further suspicion from either of my girlfriends.

As we approached the bar I could see him leaning in to smooch with a brunette chick, who looked like she was in heaven. They were grinding in time to the music, while surrounded by a gaggle of sluts who had practically gone green with envy.

I made sure to position myself at the bar so that I could watch the scene from close quarters out of the corner of my eye, without arousing too much suspicion. We ordered our drinks and sat down on some stools at the bar.

Mazie and Ava knew not to say anything else about this mysterious hunk. They knew just what an evil bitch I could be when people got on the wrong side of me and neither of them were stupid enough to provoke me again.

Instead we chatted about the usual girly nonsense, gossiping about who was dating who, bitching about other girls looks, that sort of boring nonsense. That was just fine by me, because it gave me some cover to get a closer look at this stallion, without giving myself away too much. It was easy to nod and agree and have a little rant whenever there was a lull in the conversation, but at the same time keeping an eye on what was going on.

The guy looked even hotter on closer inspection. He was just pure muscle, all over. As he danced with the girls that were swarming around him I saw his arms flex powerfully, his biceps clearly visible as they pressed against his tight, white shirt.

Over the noise of the music I heard one of the chicks call out to him, shouting, "Troy, Troy, come give your favourite little girl a kiss." He flashed his perfect white teeth at the doll, who to be fair was quite pretty, before reaching over to her and effortlessly lifted her up. He pulled her in tight and their lips smashed together, as she melted into him.

"Selena, Selena ..."

Damn. I'd completely lost track of the conversation, given the level of concentration I had focused on this unbelievably hot guy. Troy. Even his name was strong and powerful, just like he was.

Thinking quickly I turned my head to glare at my two friends, "Sorry but this conversation has just got way too boring for me. Let's dance, come on." I saw them exchange the briefest of glances but they knew better than to argue and the three of us made our way onto the dance floor.

The place had filled up now and the dance floor was now pretty crowded, with a few more guys around that had some potential even if they weren't anywhere near Troy's league.

Ava, Mazie and I danced together for a bit and I made sure that we were never too far away from Troy. I was really going for it and showing off my sexy body. As I moved my hips rhythmically to the music I groped myself with my hands, emphasising my curves to everybody.

It wasn't long before several men in the club had gathered around us, each trying to get a piece of the action. I fended them off with ease, being used to dealing with unwanted attention but at the same time teasing and tantalising them enough that they were happy to keep the drinks flowing and give me the attention I craved.

After a few drinks I was really starting to relax and get into my groove. The DJ was playing the sort of R&B that I really loved and was perfect for getting down and dirty to. As ever I was the centre of attention, with a crowd of guys gawking at me, practically drooling over me.

This is what my nights were usually like. Hot guys all gathering around me like magnets, dancing to my tune, buying me drinks and doing anything they could to get my attention. It was just how it worked. I never had to chase a guy. All I had to do was pick the cream of the crop, as they competed for my affections.

But tonight something was wrong. Despite all the male attention I was getting, I couldn't stop myself from stealing glances across the dance floor, looking for Troy. Every time I did so he was with a different girl, their bodies tight together as she rubbed up against his hunky body. He looked like a kid in a candy store, enjoying playing the field, doing exactly what he pleased.

And then there were the couple of times when he disappeared. When he finally reappeared he usually had at least one chick following him, or trying to at least. They all looked just as ruined as the first blonde, like they'd just been fucked totally senseless. Most of them barely made it back to the dance floor before collapsing in a heap. But Troy didn't care, he'd already moved on and was dancing with a new squeeze.

Each time I saw this it just made my cunt ache even more for release. Troy was clearly the ultimate player. Picking girls up, getting what he wanted, and then disposing of them like trash. That just made him more of a catch in my eyes, another young, dumb jock waiting to be tamed, waiting for his dick to be smothered by my tight cunt.

I knew from looking around the club that I was the hottest girl there. It wasn't even close. So I knew that for a guy like Troy, interested in only the hottest chicks, it would only be a matter of time before he tracked me down and was all over me like a rash.

But as the night wore on the feelings of desire and jealousy continued to build inside me, as Troy continued to ignore me in favour of other chicks not even fit to shine my shoes. I was trying all the tricks now, using all my feminine wiles to try and entice him across.

I was dancing provocatively with other guys, grinding my tight body up against them, twerking my cute, irresistible ass against their crotches so that I could feel their hardness. But every time they lunged forward to pull me into a clinch I slipped away. There was no way I could settle for someone inferior now that I'd seen Troy. This body deserved only the best, the crème de la crème.

Yet it seemed that nothing I was trying was working. And then, as I looked across the dance floor for what seemed like the millionth time that night my heart skipped a beat and I felt anger rising up inside me.

Pressed up tightly against Troy's firm, buff body were Ava and Mazie. Those two little hussies were forcing themselves on the hottest stud in the room, the one who was rightly mine. I felt like marching up to them both and yanking them off this guy that they didn't deserve.

But I knew I couldn't do that. I would be showing myself up in front of them. I didn't throw myself at men and I certainly didn't fight over them, they fought over me. I just couldn't understand why Troy was ignoring me like this. I was the hottest chick in here and yet he seemed satisfied with two skanks like Ava and Mazie.

While I would never admit it, though I couldn't deny the feelings of jealousy racing through me as I watched both my friends rubbing themselves up against him. His shirt was now completely open and they were both rubbing their hands up and down his torso. 

I could see that he was loving the attention, revelling in having two sluts pawing over him. I watched transfixed as his two huge hands reached round and grabbed hold of Ava and Mazie's butts, lifting their skirts upwards so their rumps were exposed for anyone in the club to see.




The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 06



Usually I would have rolled my eyes in disgust at this sort of behaviour, allowing some punk to treat them like this. Like they were just objects for someone else to use and abuse. But instead I only felt envious. I wanted Troy to be manhandling me, using his strength and power to do whatever he wanted to me. And then I would turn the tables on him, like I had on countless jocks before him, and turn him into my object, to be used by me. I knew once I'd finished with him the arrogant stud would be gone, and in his place would be a shell of a man completely under my spell.

These thoughts raced through my mind like a tempest as I continued to dance on the hot and sweaty floor. I couldn't help feeling even hornier than ever, even more desperate for release. Fine, if Troy wanted to play his game with those two skanks he could. I'd show him what he was missing.

I quickly sized up my options and picked my target, a sexy blonde dude who rocked the Californian surfer look. If Troy hadn't been in the picture I'd have been perfectly happy to have fun with this jock. What with his cute dimples and the way his body moved I knew he'd be a good lay. And right now that's exactly what I needed, to try and get this horniness out of my system.

As I sashayed my body towards him I saw his blue eyes light up, looking like he'd just won the lottery. Well I suppose he sort of had. He sure as hell had never had a girl as hot as me make a move on him.

He reached out clumsily towards me and pulled me close to his body. I could feel his heart pounding and it sent a thrill through me to see the effect that I was having on him. That should have set alarm bells ringing. Of course I was sending him wild, that's what I did. But deep inside my consciousness I knew that my bravado had taken a hit from the lack of attention I had received from Troy. There he was again, back inside my head like a virus which had infected me.

With a huge mental effort, I pushed the thought of Troy out of my mind as my hands started to explore the guy I was now pressed hard against. As my hands drifted down to his crotch I could feel his hardness bulging against the boarder shorts he was wearing.

He jumped at my touch, shocked at my directness and my boldness. But now wasn't a time for playing games. Now wasn't a time for teasing and torment. I was so horny that I just needed some release. I just needed a stud who I could use to get me off and then leave broken on the floor and this guy seemed like he could step up to the mark.

While he wasn't in Troy's league he was pretty cute and standing at a little over 6 foot he certainly looked the part of the arrogant jock, with a physique that had been cultivated during hours and hours at the gym. But I could sense weakness, like a dog could sense fear. And this guy was weak. This guy would fold like a collapsing deck chair. And that's what I needed right now, an easy win.

As I ground my tight, sexy body up against him he reached down to whisper something in my ear.

"Hey babe, I'm ..."

But before he could finish the sentence I'd cut him off.

"I don't care who you are. All I care about is whether you know how to use this."

As I hissed the last word I yanked at his now fully stiffened prick, massaging it roughly through his shorts. From the look on his face I was worried the guy was gonna blow right there and then, but luckily he was able to keep his composure.

Pushing my head forward I planted my lips on his, forcing my tongue inside his mouth as we kissed passionately. It wasn't the greatest kiss I'd ever had, but he seemed to be loving it. Or at least his dick was from the way it was twitching violently in his shorts. I was relentless and full on, releasing all tension which had built up that evening. My tongue ravished his mouth with a brutal force and power that I'm sure he had never experienced before in his life.

When I pulled away he was panting like a dog and his face was flushed with excitement. I knew what that look meant, it was one that I'd seen a thousand times before. It was a look of such desire and want that this guy would do anything I told him to do. Normally that would have driven me wild. Normally that feeling of total control would have been a massive turn on. But tonight something was missing, but that didn't matter now. I was acting on pure instinct, doing what I did best.

"I know a more private place we can go." I heard him whisper in my ear, before turning and making his way through the crowd on the dance floor.

As I followed him my head turned and what I saw shocked me to my core.

Troy was stood on a raised platform at the front of the dance floor, the centre of attention. But that wasn't what caught my eye. His jeans were round his ankles and what looked like Ava and Mazie were on their knees in front of him, their faces pressed against his junk. I knew those two were sluts, but this was beyond anything I'd seen before. How could they demean themselves like that in front of everyone?

Unfortunately Ava and Mazie's heads were blocking my view of Troy's dick, so instead all I could see was his smug face. It was obvious that he was loving the double blowjob he was getting, and he didn't care who saw it. And then it happened. Our eyes connected, locked together across the crowded, sweaty club. It must have only lasted for a second, but it felt like an eternity. I could see a fire and intensity blazing in Troy's eyes that scared even me. This wasn't some boy jock messing around or playing a game. This was a proper grown up alpha male stud who ate chicks for breakfast and turned them into his desperate, needy whores. And for a fraction of a second I wanted Troy to do that to me. I wanted him to use his strength to bend me to his will.

But then, I awoke and chastised myself. This was a test. This was a challenge. This was a trial of my strength. And it was one that I knew I would not fail. If I could tame a beast like Troy, and I knew I could, then I could tame anyone. Sure he was a man and not a boy, like most of the jocks that I'd fucked and broken. But he'd still never had a chick with a cunt as tight as mine. I would milk him dry and give him sex that would break his dumb, jock mine. Once I'd finished with him all that would be left was a shell of a man. A sex toy for me to use and abuse as I wished.

I gave Troy my fiercest, defiant stare before breaking away and following the blonde jock, who was by now some way ahead of me. I soon caught up with him and chased him up some stairs until we reached an area of the club I'd never seen. He nodded at a big black guy who was stood near the top and he stepped aside to let us through.

This was obviously some sort of VIP area. It was filled with a number of sofas which were large enough to be beds. The blonde guy was walking across to the nearest one. Wasting no time I marched up behind him and tugged at his arm, spinning him round and forcing him to face me. But before he had a chance to do or say anything I pushed him over. He fell backwards and landed heavily on the sofa. The force of the shove had also sent me careening forward and I landed on his chest with a thud, my tits jiggling wildly.

My face off with Troy had sent my horniness levels even higher. Now wasn't a time for foreplay or seduction. Now was a time for hard, nasty, rough sex. It was hard for me not to sneer at this jock lying beneath me. I could tell from his face that he was totally out of his depth here. And I was going to drown him completely with my cunt, by giving him the best sex of his life.

We scrabbled around frantically for the next few seconds as we both made out. I felt him wiggling and squirming beneath me as he struggled to remove his shorts. He was actually a pretty nice kisser, smooth and sensual. But that wasn't what I wanted now. All I wanted was a fat, hard dick. I could take care of the rest.

I could feel his prick now beneath me, free from it confines, ready to provide me with the first bit of satisfaction of the night. It was a starter, a warm up for the main course which was yet to come. Reaching down I dragged the small thong down my legs, while adjusting my body position so that I was now straddling this jock's waist, with my wet cunt totally unprotected. I looked down at him imperiously. He looked dazed and confused. His mouth was ajar and his eyes were unfocussed as his puny brain tried to comprehend what was happening to him. I bet he was used to dominating chicks, used to manhandling them and forcing them to take his dick. But I wasn't like most chicks, as he was only just finding out.

As I looked down on my helpless prey it felt like I was rediscovering myself all over again. The true me. The doubt that had clouded my mind ever more strongly that evening was evaporating now as I regained my confidence. And then I spat at him, my saliva splashing against his cute face. I watched triumphantly at the look of shock in his eyes, as I confirmed my superiority. Now I was going to break him, like all those who had come before him.

I reached into the small bag which I had made sure to keep with me and reached inside for one of the several condoms inside. With the skilled practice of someone who had done this thousands of times before deftly opened the packet and wrapped the rubber around the cock beneath me. I might have been desperate to get fucked but I wasn't going to let some random guy fuck me without protection. Then, I lifted up my hips I reached down to manoeuvre his pulsing prick to the dripping entrance of my snatch. And then with almighty force I slammed my hips down onto his waiting dick. It slid into my damp cunt as easily as a knife cutting through butter.

He let out a cry which seemed to mix ecstasy with pain. But that was only the start. Before he'd even had chance to catch breath I had lifted my hips up again before slamming them back down. And then I was fucking him like he'd never been fucked before.

After just a few strokes I could feel his whole body tensing as he squealed like the pussy boy he truly was. His breathing was erratic and I could tell he was going to struggle to keep it together for much longer. The truth was his cock was a decent size, it had a bit of girth to it and it must have been at least 7 or 8 inches. Most chicks he fucked probably told him how big he was and how great he was in bed.

But my cunt had seen off dicks that were far bigger than this one and he didn't have a chance. I was fucking him with a pace and intensity that it probably felt like his cock was gonna be broken clean off. His face was flushed and he was sweating heavily as my tight, silky cunt suffocated his dick.

While he was howling like a wolf at full moon though, I was bored. No matter how fast or hard I thrust my hips I couldn't force it as deep as I wanted it. There were places that a dick this size simply couldn't reach. Fucking him was like scratching an itch, the more I did it the more horny I seemed to become. Instead of quenching my desire, his inadequacy was fueling it.

And as these thoughts ran through my mind my attention was suddenly jolted away by some noise behind me as I head two distinctive giggles. Ava and Mazie's giggles.

I turned my head to find out what was causing them to laugh like to air-headed bimbos. I had an idea about who was causing them to act like that but the sight that greeted me sent such shock waves through me that I had to quickly turn away, collapsing forward as I did so onto the prone body beneath me. My mouth hit soft flesh of the surfer dude's pecs as I tried to process what I had just seen.

I tried to push the incredible image out of my mind, but I couldn't. Troy had been walking across the room, carrying Ava and Maxie in his arms. Neither of them had a stitch of clothing on them and were both nuzzling at Troy's neck. But it was how Troy was carrying them which was so shocking. Each of his bucket sized hands were stretched around their totally exposed asses, while his fingers were buried in their leaking cunts, which he was using for leverage. He was carrying the pair of them as though they were as light as a feather. Like a caveman carrying his prey home.

Troy, as ever, was in total control and I could hear them both squealing each time his digits moved inside them, as exerted his complete power over them. It was exactly what I had seen from Troy all night: effortless dominance. He didn't need to try hard to be the big man. He was the big man. Most guys would carry chicks lovingly, wrapping their arms around them protectively. But Troy wasn't any normal guy. He was a sexual predator. He carried his sluts by their cunts, because that's all they were to him.

But that wasn't what shocked me the most. The thing that I had struggled to draw my eyes from was the thing swaying between Troy's legs. It was difficult to describe it as his dick, because it was so much bigger than any I had ever seen before. And I had seen a lot in my time.

Its size seemed almost super human. As he strode across the room the thick, turgid pole swung on its axis, periodically slapping his ripped abs. It must have been at least a foot long and it looked thicker than my wrist. And it didn't droop like some big dicks did, as the guy struggled to get fully hard. No, this was as stiff and hard as an iron bar.

It wasn't so much a cock, as a weapon. Suddenly I remembered all those sluts from earlier, struggling to walk. It all made sense now. No wonder they couldn't walk if they had been fucked by this mammoth piece of meat. I felt a shiver run down my spine and right into my cunt, as I considered what damage that weapon could wreak.

All I could do for a couple of minutes was lay on top of this random blonde dude, his dick still buried inside my cunt but it might as well not have existed now that I had seen what Troy was packing. I tried to get Troy and his huge pussy pounder out of my mind, I really did. But I couldn't. I just had to have it. Not for the first time that evening new and discomforting thoughts were running through my head, completely out of my control. The thought of Troy bending me over and destroying me, turning me into a mindless bimbo who lived for nothing but his incredible fuck stick. No guy had ever made me think like that, but I couldn't deny that the thought was turning me on. I felt my cunt twitching at the thought. The blonde guy underneath me was twitching now too, as my cunt massaged his inadequate prick.

I was dazed and confused but seeing this guy totally under my control helped me to reassert myself, reminding me that my pussy had the power to conquer any dick, no matter how big or powerful. I lifted myself up again and started fucking this dude even harder than I had before. I was pounding him and his sub standard prick right into the soft fabric beneath us. As our hips collided at speed I felt him squeal and grunt beneath me, unable to keep up with my tempo or my passion.

But even as I was fucking the living daylights out of him I heard a voice. A deep, rough, baritone voice full of menacing power, "So who want's their cunt destroyed first?"

It was such an arrogant question. Treating my two friends like chunks of meat on a carving board. I should have been repulsed by the misogyny, but all it did was turn me on more. I could hear both Ava and Mazie fighting over who got to go first. And then I heard the most ear shattering shriek in my entire life.

Ava had obviously won the battle and Troy was obviously not going easy on her. I could hear her mewl and screech at every thrust he made inside her. I could hear their hips smashing together as Troy goaded his latest slut, telling her that she was just a worthless cum slut.

What was going on just metres away made the sex I was having now seem even more pathetic and vanilla than I thought it was. And yet when I looked down I saw the cute blonde face of the jock beneath me was addled with pleasure, glazed over as he experienced what was obviously the best sex of his life.

In an attempt to compete I started thrusting myself on his pole faster and faster. Troy might be a sexual god. But I was a sexual goddess, who could match him stroke for stroke. The guy underneath me was grunting louder and louder now as he struggled to cope with the stimulation my tight, wet pussy was giving his manhood. But in spite of it all my best efforts the noise of our copulation was being completely drowned out by Ava's high pitched moans. I watched as his eyes rolled up in his sockets and I felt his dick tighten in my cunt. The next second I felt it starting to deflate inside me, drained of his cum he just wasn't able to stay hard.

The guy had now passed out, it had been too much for him. But I was still in desperate need of release. I carried on pounding into him, but it was no use, as his prick shrivelled inside me so that I could no longer feel anything, despite the fact that my cunt was now dripping wet.

I was angry now and frustrated at this man's inability to give me the fucking that I needed, the fucking that I deserved. But as I stared down at his broken shell of a body I felt a surge of pride well up inside of me. I had done that. He hadn't been able to cope with the tightness of my cunt and the ferocity of my fucking, and neither would Troy. Sure he'd managed to pump his way through a gaggle of horny skanks. But so what? They were nothing compared to me. They weren't even fit enough to lick my boots. 

And so as I lifted myself off his prone body I felt a newfound confidence ahead of what I knew would be a sexual contest of epic proportions. As I turned round I saw that Troy had Ava bent over and was ploughing his massive dick into her willing cunt from behind. His hands were on her hips, holding her in place. Each time he thrust into her she was propelled forward, but his bucket sized hands kept a firm hold of her and forced her back onto his pole. There was no let up to his assault, no chance for her to catch breath.

I was embarrassed and ashamed at how pathetic Ava was being. Her head was bouncing up and down on the sofa now as her whole upper body curved downwards as she lost any sense of where she was or what was happening to her. Even her screams had now faded into a hoarse rasp as she seemed not to even be able to do that anymore, such was the force with which Troy was pummelling her completely unprotected pussy.

And then I saw Mazie. She was crouched underneath Troy's legs and was attempting to lap at his huge plum sized balls. But his hips were moving so fast that she was struggling to keep up with him.

I couldn't help but stare. I was transfixed by what Troy was doing to Ava. It was just so brutal, I'd never seen anything like it. And I could feel my cunt twitching as I watched. My hand drifted down and I started to finger myself.

And then I saw Ava's whole body shake as though she had been electrocuted and she went totally limp. Troy let go and she flew off the end of his dick, lying in a heap on the sofa. Her legs were splayed and she did not move again. Troy had fucked her so hard and so deep that he'd sent her over the edge. Neither her mind nor her cunt had been able to cope and she had passed out.

But I didn't care about Ava right now. I didn't care what this beast had done to one of my best friends. Instead I was transfixed as my eyes locked onto his incredible shaft. It was now soaked in Ava's cunt juices, which only made it seem darker and bigger. But I didn't have much chance to ogle it as Troy didn't waste a moment in picking Mazie up from beneath his legs.

"Let's see if you can last any longer than your pathetic friend."

He manoeuvred her onto the sofa and roughly pulled both her legs into the air and spreading them out wide above her head, before lowering his huge dong towards her cunt. I could see the look in her eyes now. She looked petrified. A second later she was shrieking just as loud as Ava as Troy slammed his cunt buster inside her, using all his weight to force his massive tool inside her clearly straining snatch.