Little Prince 03: Taing It

Little Prince 3: Taking It

Black stud takes ownership of little white dude.

I strongly advise reading previous chapters This story was inspired by a Latino comic who claimed that he wasn't short, he was actually a little prince. This is a tale of interracial male-on-male sex with some non-consensual/reluctance elements as a young man comes to grips with his suddenly evolving sexuality, so if that offends, please look elsewhere.

BE WARNED: This chapter will be much darker with more emphasis on Domination and submission than previous chapters.

Please keep your comments and feedback coming. I truly appreciate them. I would especially love to hear back from female readers for their perspectives.

Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.

I woke up early the next morning with a sore ass and an urgent need to hit the can. Darius was flat on his back sound asleep next to me, I winced as I slid out of bed as quietly as I could so as to not disturb him. I ducked into the ensuite bathroom and as I was sitting there in the dim morning light, I replayed the whole evenings events over in my head. Darius had fucked me twice last night...well he had fucked me the first time, but he had made sweet love to me on round two. I was his Little Prince now. He had asked me and I had accepted in the heat of the moment even though I wasn't sure exactly what that meant. Then I remembered his words after he had cum up my ass in the shower. "You belong to me now. I own you. You're my Little Prince and you belong to me."

Shit. Darius owned me now.

That thought both repelled me and gave me a thrill in my core.

I looked at the two doors in the bathroom. Door number one led back into Darius' bedroom while door number two led into the apartment. My workout clothes and sneakers were still in here with me. I could get dressed, tiptoe out of here, then dash back to my place and my safe straight vanilla lifestyle. It was the cowards' way out, but my only other choice was to go through door number one and crawl back into bed with Darius. He had already fucked me twice, and I wasn't sure if my sore ass could take another bone rattling pounding.

I washed and dried my hands, then started to unbutton Darius' once pristine white dress shirt, which was now rumpled and stained with the remnants of our unbridled passion. Then I made the mistake of looking down as I unbuttoned the shirt and caught a whiff of Darius' scent. It sent a shudder through me and I raised the rolled up cuff to my nose and inhaled. Memories of last night came rushing back, the gym, the elevator ride, making out in the shower, Darius' large bulk pinning my smaller frame to the shower wall, pushing through my barriers, taking me, seeding me deep into my core, telling me that he owned me, making me his possession.

In a haze, I found myself going through door number one and sliding quietly under the comforter until I was lying on my side close to my slumbering giant. Darius lay splayed on his back, his far leg cocked under the comforter and his near arm now resting on my pillow. I slid in a little closer and gently rested my head on his bicep. The mound of muscle was solid, yielding, soft and warm against my cheek. I breathed in and was rewarded with a strong hit of Darius' masculine scent that hit me like an aphrodisiac. I felt my cock spring to life as I gave his bicep a lick, savoring the tangy mix of salty sweetness. I raked my eyes over his sleeping form, handsome face, solid shoulders, mounded chest with nipples I was tempted to suck on while he slept until I noticed the tent in the comforter.

Darius had a morning chubby!

Without hesitation, I slid my head under the covers and started to lick the hardening shaft. It tasted amazing and the atmosphere in my private cocksucking blanket fort reeked of recent mansex and the intoxicating scent of pure, undistilled Darius. I twirled my tongue around the head, tasting his precum before running my tongue down his shaft to his balls, giving them a quick tongue bath before heading back up to the tip.

Unlike his fully erect cock, Darius was still solidly asleep and I wondered if he was dreaming about getting a morning blowjob from his Little Prince... I hoped he was. I opened wide and slid down on his cock slowly until I reached the halfway point, then slowly pulled back before diving down again for more.

I heard Darius' breathing change and then felt him start awake. Gray light flooded my blanket fort and I looked up with a mouthful of big black cock, like a mouse who had been caught with a piece of cheese. I saw Darius' glittering eyes smiling down at me, "Good morning, Little Prince..."

Pop! "Good morning, tiger..." I dove back down on his hard cock.

"Mmm... Best wake-up call, ever..." he moaned pleasurably. I bobbed faster and deeper until Darius stopped me with a big paw on the back of my head. "Easy, Little Prince. I don't want to cum in your mouth too soon..."

It hit me like a sledgehammer. OMG. I wanted Darius to cum in my mouth. That's why I had slipped back into his bed and gone down on his big black cock. I wanted to feel powerful jets of his splashing cum filling my mouth so I could savor the flavor of each sperm before I hungrily swallowed them down into my belly. There was no denying it any longer, I was a cocksucker now. His cocksucker. I moaned around his cock in my mouth at the thought.

"Damn, that feels so good, Ryan. I want to put every inch down your tight throat..." Darius moaned above me.

I pulled off and muttered in a cock hungry haze, "Yeah, feed me every inch of your cock, tiger..."

Darius surprised me when he ripped off the cover, hopped out of bed and easily flipped me over onto my back like I was a ragdoll. God, I loved when he manhandled me... He grabbed me under the armpits and slid me to the edge of the bed until my head was hanging over the edge.

"Mind your teeth..." was the only instruction he gave me before sliding the full length of his cock straight down my throat!

"Gullugh...!" I retched around the almost eight inches of rigid black manhood lodged deeply in my throat. Darius withdrew and I panted for air. He put the head back in my mouth and I braced myself. The rod drove inexorably back down my throat once again until my nose was buried in his balls. I instinctively latched onto Darius' solid butt as he slowly pistoned the full length of his shaft in and out of my clutching throat. I felt his muscled globes flex in my hands as he methodically reamed my throat like a machine. I was so proud of myself. I was doing it! I was taking every inch! My cock was so hard that it popped out between the buttons of my shirt. I fought my gag reflex and the need for air until he pulled out, leaving me gasping for air.

"Doing good, Ryan..." Darius complimented.

As I caught my breath, I made a simple plea...

"More...."

"You got it," Darius husked as he retook possession of my throat and started thrusting. Then he did something totally unexpected. He leaned over me and took my painfully hard six and a half inches in HIS mouth! I clutched his butt cheeks and moaned around his cock as Darius sixty-nined me. He set up a rhythm, pulling off my cock as he plunged balls deep into my throat, then withdrawing it as he dove balls deep back onto my hard cock. It was glorious and I wanted this to go on forever, but Darius was expertly sucking so hard on my hair-trigger cock that I soon experienced an earth-shattering orgasm and grunted around his cock as I emptied my balls into his hot mouth.

Darius withdrew completely from me and I was again gasping for air. He lifted my head up and kissed me, his tongue forcing my own load into my mouth! It was wild. He quickly pulled off and ordered, "Don't swallow till I tell you too." He stood up and quickly stroked his cock over my cum-filled mouth until he grunted and aimed the head on his cock into my open mouth. Darius came hard, shooting hot scalding jets of his sweet cum to mix with the sour tasting cum from my own balls. Looking up, I saw every muscle in his body tensed as Darius emptied his big black balls into my mouth that I was holding open for his offering like a baby bird, I knew I would never forget that moment...

Darius knelt down and cradled my head, "Swirl your tongue around your mouth, Little Prince. That's it, savor our sperm... mix it together in your mouth...Good boy... you can swallow our loads when you're ready..."

I looked up into those tiger eyes as I almost hypnotically followed Darius' instructions spoken in his deep soft voice while his large powerful hand gently cradled my head. I did it. I swirled the huge amount of our male essence around in my mouth with my tongue, coating every nook and cranny of my oral cavity with our combined seed. It was simultaneously hot, gross, wild, humiliating and incredibly intimate.

Finally, I swallowed...

"Yeah...Little Prince..." Darius cooed in approval and kissed me, sharing the lingering taste of our combined loads in my mouth. I glowed in the aftermath of my orgasm and Darius' approval, no longer sure which of those I now craved more.

We made out for a bit until our passion cooled. "I gotta piss," Darius said by way of explanation as he ducked into the bathroom. I curled up in Darius' warm bed, listening to his piss splash while savoring the fading taste of cum in my mouth and watching the snow continue to come down in the early morning light. A short while later Darius came out and slapped me on the ass. "Get a move on, Little Prince. Go brush your teeth, get dressed and we'll hit the workout room before breakfast."

I did as Darius ordered, which was getting to be a habit of mine. I came out in my stale workout gear from yesterday. Darius was all set to go in black gym shorts over white compression shorts and a red compression tank top, all of which left little to the imagination. "About time, Little Prince. What were you doing in there?'

I insolently stuck my chin out at him and he gently stroked my freshly shaved cheeks. "Nice... Real nice..." he complimented and we shared a short kiss. "Let's roll." Darius gave me a lingering pat on the ass like he owned it. Maybe he did...

We hit the basement gym, which was deserted at this early hour. Darius hit the bench press with the kettle balls hanging on it again, while I did some curls with the thirty-pound dumbbells. The whole workout session was humbling for me. Darius gave me some pointers, but it seemed like it was more of an excuse to freely run his hands all over my body. The experience was insanely erotic. I was actually lifting more than normal due the hormones and adrenaline that were pumping through me from Darius' proximity. I watched him doing his routine, admiring his tapered muscled back during his pull ups, the bulging biceps when he did curls and his amazing butt flexing during his squats.

When he called it a day I was more than ready to head upstairs. I was surprised when we got into the elevator and he pushed the button for my floor. "We both need a shower and you're going to need some fresh clothes, Ryan."

"Oh, okay..." I assumed that he wanted me to shower and change, then come up to his place again. Darius surprised me when he got off at my floor! He wanted to come into my apartment. The thought caused me to flush with embarrassment. My place was such a dump compared to his, but I thanked the gods that after our first encounter I had at least given my place a deep cleaning.

Darius picked up on it as soon as I opened the door and he stepped inside, "Well, this is...clean." Ouch.

I closed the door behind me and as soon as I turned around, Darius pushed me up against my apartment door and took possession of my mouth, exploring me deeply with his tongue. That's when I realized that there was a much deeper reason why I was hesitant to let Darius into my living space. His presence in my apartment was breaking down the barrier between my straight vanilla life and the homosexual relationship that I found myself exploring with Darius. It was like those straight guys that will go to the local gloryhole and suck off a bunch of cocks before heading home to the wife and kids, living in two separate worlds that should never be allowed to cross over.

I was now pinned to my front door, making out with a big black stud in my apartment. Darius had breeched yet another of my barriers. I could have pushed him away and told him to leave, but for some reason I was putty in his hands and he was quickly remolding me to fit his wants and desires. Abruptly, he pulled away from me and posed in front of me in the hall, smiling down at me with those glittering eyes, his hands resting high up on the archway, trapping me in my vestibule. He licked his full lips as his eyes raked over me hungrily, making me feel like vulnerable prey. That's when it hit me. He was toying with me. Darius was like a big cat and I was just a poor little mouse that he had cornered and wanted to play with before devouring it whole. The real gut punch was realizing that I was enjoying feeling trapped and helpless... I was enjoying being the mouse!

"Like what you see, Ryan?" he teased. Damn straight I liked what I saw. Darius' chocolate skin encased in red and white Lycra was the sweetest scoop of Neapolitan ice cream I ever beheld.

"Fuck, yeah..." I almost growled. It was my turn to lick my lips as I reached out and ran my hands over the silky skintight red Lycra that covered his chest and lats. Under that thin layer of nylon, I could feel his solid musculature and the strength that it contained.

Darius reached down and peeled off his top, revealing his sweat sheened torso to my hungry eyes, causing me to lick my lips again. His big paw wrapped around the back of my head and pulled my face to his chest, "Lick it, Ryan. Give me a nice tongue bath before we hit the shower."

I eagerly licked his sweaty chest, savoring the salty sweetness of the man while I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of his solid butt. I licked every inch of his chest, teasing his hard nipples with my tongue, going up on my tiptoes to get to his shoulder caps, working sideways across his collar bone to the other shoulder, working my tongue into every delicious nook and cranny, committing his anatomy and his flavor to my memory.

I started working down the center of his chest, following the salty groove down to his treasure trail. Just as I hit my knees, Darius ordered, "Get my shoes and socks off." I meekly sat down on my haunches and untied the laces on his giant sneakers. I pulled off his right sneaker and sock, baring his big wide foot. Up close and personal, it looked even bigger than I remembered.

"Kiss it."

I looked up in surprise at the giant hulking in my entry archway to see if he was serious. There was no hint of humor in his face at all. I looked back down blankly at his foot. I had never been into feet at all, so I had no desire to kiss his big sweaty foot...

"Kiss it." He repeated and I felt his other sneakered foot press down on my shoulder blades, forcing my face down to just a couple of inches away from his foot. I could smell it now. The sour odor of a man's foot. Not believing my own actions, I leaned down and hesitantly pressed my lips to his foot. It was humiliating and somehow titilatting...

"Worship it." His deep voice echoed in the foyer. That damn voice. I felt another barrier give way inside me. Suddenly, there was nothing I wanted to do more than worship his big black foot. I started to smooch and lick his big wide powerful foot with passion. "That's it, Ryan... Get into it.... Get into my black feet..." His other foot pressed down harder on my back, pushing me lower. My chest was almost touching the floor while my butt remained vulnerably up in the air. It was the posture of complete submission. I involuntarily let out a soft whimper of combined lust and submission as I licked his ankle before working my way along the side of his foot. "You look good down there, little man," Darius husked as he ground his big sneakered foot between my shoulder blades. "Real natural... That's where you belong, white boy... at my bid black feet... now worship the other one." He brushed his sneakered foot against my cheek.

"Yes, Sir," I blurted out as I worked on pulling off his other sneaker and sock. The Sir had come unbidden out of my mouth out of nowhere. There wasn't time to contemplate it now because I had just pulled a sweaty pungent sock off Darius' other delicious foot. I dove in on his left foot with gusto...loudly smooching, slavishly licking, lapping, wriggling my tongue between his funky toes... For the next few minutes I totally debased myself, crouched on the floor, worshiping another man's feet until my face was sloppy with my saliva and the funk of his gym cured feet.

Darius grabbed a handful of my shaggy hair and pulled my head up. "Enough of that, little man. You've had your fun, now get my shorts down." Fuck, yeah! I was dying to see what Darius looked like in the white compression shorts he had on under his gym shorts. With trembling fingers, I undid the knot at the waistband and yanked them down to his ankles. It was a magnificent sight to behold. The shiny, white fabric was stretched so tightly that it was almost translucent over his mahogany colored thighs and his hard cock that was pointing to his right hip. There was a small circle at the tip, made transparent by his precum. I moved to bury my face in his silken crotch but his hand in my hair stopped me just short of my prize.

"You want that, don't you, Ryan?"

I nodded, "Yes, Sir..." I practically drooled in need.

He chuckled at how pathetic I was. "You know what you are, little man? You're a Jack of Spades. You know what that is?" I shook my head. "That's a straight white boy that was born to serve black men. They can't resist it any more than they can stop breathing."

I gulped hard.

"What are you, Ryan?" he demanded in his deep voice, with those burning hot tiger eyes burning into my core.

"I-I'm a Ja-Jack of Spades..." I stammered weakly under his gaze.

"Who were you born to serve?"

"Black men, Sir."

"Who do you belong to, little man?"

"You, Sir," I replied strongly this time, almost proudly. "I belong to you. I'm your property."

Darius smiled down at me, "Good boy." He pushed my face into his crotch as my reward.

I rubbed my smooth freshly shaved cheek over the outline of his hard cock. Freed of the covering of the beard I had worn for years my cheek was super sensitive and I softly purred at the sensation of feeling his hard cock encased under the thin layer of filmy nylon. I ran my hands over his Lycra clad thighs before reaching around and groping his muscled butt. I pressed my lips to the clear spot of precum and vacuumed it out of the fabric into my mouth.

"You like my butt, Ryan?"

"Yeth, Thir..." I replied with my lips pressed against his cockhead.

"Show me..." Darius turned around and stuck his awesome, Lycra clad butt in my face.

I eagerly buried my face in his solid beefy butt, luxuriating in finally doing what I had been secretly dreaming of since I had first seen Darius in his workout gear in the gym. The reality was even better than the fantasy. I found myself wishing that I had a pillow modeled on his butt. It was warm, yielding and solid against my face.

Then Darius pulled the back of his shorts down over his sweaty mahogany globes. "Do it, Ryan," he commanded. "Worship my ass!"

Like I had done with his feet, I kissed, smooched and lapped every inch of those magnificent well-rounded man buns. The sweat on his butt was a lot sweeter than his feet, so I attacked those solid orbs with even more enthusiasm. I was having a grand time until I heard Darius' deep voice again, "My crack. Lick my crack, Ryan." I froze. I couldn't do such a nasty thing...could I...? Just a week ago, I was a totally straight little white guy and had never even considered doing anything with a guy. Yesterday, I was still an anal virgin who had put my tryst with Darius behind me as just a one-time thing. How much farther could I fall...?