Little Prince 04: Permanently Owned

Little Prince 4: Permanently Owned

The Little Prince finds his happily ever after.

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.

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

FAIR WARNING: There are elements of romance in this finale, so if that turns you off, you've been warned.

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.

After we got back to his place, Darius went to work making breakfast while I set the table. It occurred to me that we were already slipping into roles like a couple, with Darius as the cook and me as the busboy. I'm no slouch in the kitchen, but the omelets Darius whipped up were delicious.

We chatted as we ate, making small talk, so of course we started to talk about work. Darius was an entry level exec at a mid-sized firm, while I was little more than an office drone. I started to complain about how bass ackwards some of the procedures in my office were. Darius listened patiently until he asked, "Why are you telling me? If you have a better way you should tell your boss."

He had called my bluff. But had planted a seed in my head. "You think I should?"

"Sure, but you better make sure you know what you're talking about. Rules and procedures exist for a reason, so you need to look at the big picture like a boss does."

We finished eating and Darius went into the kitchen to clean up the pans and utensils while I cleared the table. I couldn't help but admire his bare, tapered back and solid butt in his gym shorts as I brought in the dirty dishes. I had already devoured his ass inside and out, but his muscled back sure looked tasty too...

Shit. Was I salivating...?

I bent down and started to load the dishwasher and almost dropped a dish when I felt a solid finger trace along my butt.

"Nice panty line, Little Prince," I heard Darius' deep voice teasing me from above. "What you got on under those tight pants?"

"Uhm, just some bikinis an old girlfriend gave me..." I stammered as I stood up, "I, uhm, thought you might like them on me..."

Darius dried his hands on a towel and smiled, "That's sweet of you to wear something special just for me. Let's see them..." I was startled when he reached down and started to unbuckle my belt and undo my pants... I was suddenly regretting my choice of underwear. "Red...?!" Darius chuckled as he reached down and cupped my package nestled in the soft red pouch, causing me to blush redder than my bikinis. "They're so cute on you... let's see the other side!" Darius spun me around and pushed me forward with a big paw between my shoulder blades. My upper body hit the peninsula counter like a sack of potatoes. Did he even realize his own strength? He pulled my chinos down over my butt, revealing my little bright red bikini. "Damn, just when I didn't think that little ass could look any sweeter!" He almost growled as he kneaded my buns and pushed me higher onto the counter so that my feet weren't even touching the floor.

Darius' hand on my back kept me pinned to his granite countertop with my head in the living room and my butt vulnerably presented to him in the kitchen with my legs dangling over the edge of the counter. I knew where this was going. "Please Darius, my ass is still sore from the shower," I whined.

"But it looks so sweet in that little bikini..." he teased as he squeezed my right cheek in a vicelike grip.

"Please. Let me suck you off instead," I begged looking over my shoulder into his amused tiger eyes.

"I love it when you beg to suck my dick, Little Prince. You want to be my full-time cocksucker?"

I nodded a little too enthusiastically in reply. "Yes, Darius. I want to be your full-time cocksucker from now on. Please let me suck your big black cock."

Darius smiled down at me in amused triumph, flashing his dimples at me. Yes, the handsome bastard had killer dimples too. "Bet I can make you beg me to fuck you too, bikini boy," he taunted. Darius pulled my phone out of my chinos and passed it to me. "By the time you order your new calendar, I'll have you begging me to fuck you."

I quickly pulled up my browser and almost dropped my phone when I felt Darius bury his face in my butt and start nibbling my buns through the thin fabric of my bikini. Shit. Darius was right. If he kept it up, I would soon be begging him to fuck me again. I did a quick search for "Black Hunks Calendar" and was about to drop it in my cart when I noticed that the hot black stud on the cover was the only black guy in the whole calendar. I knew Darius would be pissed if he saw that I had replaced my pinup calendar of white babes with one with mostly white dudes.

I started a new search and Darius started to gnaw right at my hole while kneading my buns so hard and deep, you would think he was going to toss them in the oven at 450 for ten minutes. It was very hard to type while my fingers were shaking and I was biting my lip to keep from moaning over what Darius was doing to my butt.

Fortunately, I was distracted by my new search result, a calendar of hunky black men in athletic gear. I was aware of Darius pulling down the back of my bikini underwear as I drooled over a dozen pictures of well-built negro athletes squeezed into tight uniforms or workout gear. I gasped as I felt Darius' wide tongue lap at my tender ring while I drooled over the calendar men. Damn they were hot. Not the typical pretty boy types posing as athletes. You could tell that these guys were the real deal; a ripped lightweight boxer hitting the heavy bag, a shirtless batter at the plate in skintight softball pants staring into the camera with steely determination, an airborne soccer player frozen in time as his foot contacted the ball, the bulge in his shorts leaving little to the imagination...

"Oh, God. Please fuck me..." I moaned as I dropped the calendar in my cart and checked out. I wasn't sure if I was talking to Darius or the hunks in the calendar, but I desperately needed a big black cock to fuck me...NOW.

Darius was only too happy to oblige, "I knew you'd beg me for it, Ryan. Buckle up little man..."

Darius slid his lubed cock into my loose hole with little resistance. I groaned and my phone hit the carpet as I grabbed onto the edge of the counter. His big, powerful hands gripped my shoulders, pinning me to the counter as Darius started to fuck me at full tilt. It was a passionate, animalistic fuck. I needed this badly and Darius was giving it to me hard. The sound of his hips slapping my butt echoed around the apartment as I hung onto the countertop for dear life. I yelped each time my black Master bottomed out as he plowed my ass. This was my place now. Thoughts of women and pussy had been fucked out of me by Darius' big black cock. There was no going back for me. I belonged to Darius now.

My new owner grunted above me with each bone rattling thrust. The sensation of his cock pistoning rapidly over the millions of nerve endings in my gripping chute was sending intense waves of pleasure through my core. My own hard cock was bumping painfully into the face of the cabinets below me as I was being fucked. I could feel Darius' sweat dripping onto my back as he took full possession of me.

Then I succumbed to his cock with the final surrender of my straightness as my balls unloaded volleys of cum onto his fine cabinets with my cock untouched. It was the ultimate level of self-emasculation...an assgasm. I had cum purely from the pleasure of being fucked by a larger, powerful black male.

Darius wasn't ready to shoot yet so he spent the next few minutes continuing to fuck me. It was amazing. With my own orgasm out of the way I was able to fully experience the overwhelming intensity of being fucked by my black giant. I felt like I could feel every vein on his hard cock as it slid back and forth in the sheath of my colon. I listened to Darius' grunts of pleasure above me with a growing sense of pride. I was as much the source of his pleasure as he was of mine. Just maybe he belonged to me now every bit as much as I belonged to him.

Finally, he gave one last mighty thrust up inside me and roared out his orgasm. He collapsed on top of me in exhaustion. His steamy gasps of air rushed past my ear and the full weight of his sweaty chest lay on my back. Darius was like a sweaty black stallion that had been driven to the point of collapse...driven by his lust for me, his Little Prince. He nuzzled my cheek as he caught his breathe and I nuzzled back.

Darius wrapped a muscled arm around my neck and kissed my cheek. "I love you, Little Prince," he cooed in my ear.

"I love you too, Tiger..." I whispered back. Shit. I truly meant it. I had fallen hard for my new black Master. Unlike some stories you read, I hadn't fallen in love with his big cock or butt sex or the taste of his cum. It was these sweet, gentle moments that had stolen my heart. As we basked in the afterglow of passion, I flashed on all those moments in the last eighteen hours when Darius had made me feel special, cared for and loved; spooning in his bed, snuggling and making out on his sofa, his arm around me as he guided me through the new world of gay sex and even now as he pulled me up to my feet, holding me close as I buried my head in his sweaty chest. He fixed my clothes for me, with a finger he moved my sweaty hair out of my eyes and smiled down at me warmly. "You okay, Little Prince?" he asked with genuine concern.

I smiled back up at him, "Better than okay, big guy... But don't forget that you still owe me a blowjob." I squeezed his crotch through his shorts and he smiled down at me.

The rest of the weekend was a thrill ride of new passion. In between bouts of passionate fucking, sucking and making out, Darius and I chatted, laughed, snuggled and got to know each other better both personally and physically. But all good things must come to an end, and I was crushed when Darius sent me home on Sunday night.

"Why..." I almost whined.

Darius smiled, "I have to get up early tomorrow...and so do you. We both know that if you spend the night, we're going to end up going at it in the morning like bunnies again..." Damn. I hated it when he was right.

I sagged in defeat. "Okay, I guess you're right..." Darius gave me a hug and a deep kiss before sending me out the door. I was missing him already as I trudged down the stairs to my empty apartment. Then I noticed a big box at my door as I turned the corner. The calendar! I had forgotten all about it and getting a parcel was a welcome distraction. Once inside, I opened the needlessly large box and dug into the wads of paper packing material.

Whoa...! The calendar was huge. It was twice the size of my old cheesecake one.

The cover was stunning. It was titled, "Athletes in Action," but it was the black cover stud that caused my cock to spring to full attention. It was the shot I had seen before on my phone of a shirtless batter at the plate in skintight softball pants staring into the camera with steely determination. But the poster-sized glossy photo of this intimidating, masculine athlete in was now holding in my shaking hands had me drooling.

What had Darius called me the other day...? A Jack of Spades. A straight white man that desperately needed to sexually submit to masculine black men. Before I had encountered Darius, the idea would have been totally laughable to me. Now I couldn't imagine any other kind of sex. I was already missing Darius' big black cock...

A terrifying thought crossed my mind. What if Darius was done with me? Was I just another notch in his bedpost? Would he be back on the prowl again tomorrow for his next unsuspecting straight white dude to turn out? A thrill of excitement ran through me at the thought of Darius stalking some of the good-looking white guys I had seen around the building like a jungle cat getting ready to pounce on a wayward lamb. Better look out sweet assed white boys, there's a man-eating tiger on the loose!

Tiger, Tiger, burning bright, In the forests of the night...

The thought of Darius taking down another straight white guy had me so cranked that I was rubbing the bulge in my bikinis through my jeans. Then the fear of Darius moving on to another white boy enveloped me again. What would I do then? Would I spend the rest of my life on my knees serving black studs like the ones in the calendar? That wild thought almost made me cream my bikinis. My fingers were trembling with excitement as I tore open the cellophane while taking the calendar into my bedroom.

I laid it on top of my dresser as I flipped through the pages. January featured a ripped lightweight boxer hitting the heavy bag with every sinew of his body captured in perfect relief under his sweaty skin. The heavy bag was being held by a big black daddy that looked like he could bench press a truck. Damn! I dropped my shorts and reached into my bikinis to grab my rock-hard cock. February was even hotter. Taken from crotch height, the camera looked up into the eyes of a stern looking football player at practice. He was shirtless and wore tight white spandex football pants with a lace up crotch. On either side of him was a teammate facing away from the camera, their sweaty, high and tight, meaty butts encased in white spandex. I imagined being on my knees, burying my face in their ass cracks, inhaling their scent and worshiping their powerful glutes while also fantasizing about using my teeth to untie the laces trapping the center stud's generous package. I moved onto March and was rewarded with a shot of a tall young stud dunking a basketball, his lean torso on perfect display...

Damn! How had I never, EVER, noticed how insanely hot black men are before?!

Like a kid in a candy store, I eagerly flipped over to April. It was the softball player from the cover. I had to move quickly onto May before those piercing eyes drove me over the edge... May featured an airborne soccer player frozen in time as his foot contacted the ball, the bulge in his shorts leaving little to the imagination. It was an amazingly hot photo. The athlete was handsome, with short dreads and the tight turquoise blue uniform perfectly contrasted his onyx skin. While the picture captured the seemingly easy grace of the young man, it also conveyed the effort required to make it look easy. The effort showed on both his face and his muscled legs. But the crowning glory was the unmistakable outline of his massive cock in his shorts. I jerked faster, imagining his powerful hands shoving my face into his crotch and trapping me there between those thick muscled thighs.

I quickly flipped over to June. OMG! There were three vertical shots of a diver in a tiny red speedo. The panel on the left froze him in mid-air doing a perfect jack-knife while the one on the right caught him as he pierced the water, ramrod straight, elbow deep, with his meaty Lycra-clad bubble butt on perfect display, but it was the center panel that pushed me over the edge. It showed the diver with shoulder length dreadlocks pulling himself out of the pool. His hands solidly planted on the edge of the pool, with his muscled shoulders and arms on display and his generous package threatening to break free of the straining tiny speedo. But while all of that was hot, what really pushed me over the edge was the friendly, open, dimpled, shit-eating smile on his handsome face!

My knees almost buckled as a blasted the front of my dresser with shot after shot of my cum. It actually became painful when my cock kept pumping even though my balls had no sperm left to give. I held onto the dresser for support as I desperately tried to catch my breath while my heart pounded so hard that it felt like someone punching me in the chest.

As I came down off my orgasm and wiped up the mess with a handful of tissues, I experienced waves of guilt. I didn't feel any guilt or shame over jerking off to pictures of hot black athletes. What was gnawing at me was that I somehow felt like I had been cheating on Darius with the calendar studs. I knew that it was foolish, but it deeply bothered me. I hung the calendar on my bedroom wall on the same hook that had previously held up my calendar of hot babes. I admired the hot boxer and the big black daddy that would grace my bedroom for the rest of January. Damn, that daddy was hot...

I guiltily texted Darius,

"You up? I just wanted to let you know that my new calendar came."

A minute later, my phone pinged,

"Hmm... You left a while ago. Were you busy jerking off to all those black guys? LOL!"

Shit! He knew! I blushed furiously at having been caught at being unfaithful. I was so flustered that I didn't know what to reply. My phone pinged again.

"LOL! You WERE jerking off, weren't you? You really are a little Jack of Spades!"

GULP.

"Sorry. I hope you're not mad. I couldn't help it. Those black guys are just so hot. Please don't be angry with me."

"It's OK. You have my permission to jerk off to black men any time you want...but NEVER jerk off to women EVER again, ONLY black men!"

"Okay, tiger. From now on I'll only jerk off to strong black men like you."

"Just remember that I own you now. You belong to me. You're my property. I own your mouth and ass, so don't EVER let me catch you with another black man."

Ah-hah... Darius WAS a bit jealous. It warmed my heart a bit that my new black daddy was so possessive and a bit scared that I might succumb to another black man.

"Don't worry, tiger. I'll always be your Little Prince. XOXOX."

"You know what I want to hear."

My fingers were shaking in excitement as I typed,

"You own me. I'm your Little Prince and I belong to you. I'm your property, tiger. You own my mouth and ass. No other man will ever touch them. They belong to you and you alone, nobody else."

I hit send and stood there re-reading my reply. It made me so hot to declare Darius' ownership of me, both body and soul. Seconds passed... I sent a follow up,

"It was so hot typing that..."

"LOL! It was fucking hot reading it! How am I supposed to get to sleep now?"

"How about a quick goodnight blowjob, tiger?"

"Get your sweet mouth up here."

I practically tore my door off the hinges and flew up the stairs to Darius' place. I was on him as soon as he opened the door. I dropped to my knees right there in his foyer again and ripped down his sleep shorts and underwear. He was already hard and I dove in on his cock. I'd become quite an accomplished cocksucker over the weekend and lavished my newfound skills over every inch of Darius' proud manhood. He steadied himself by holding onto the walls of his foyer and gasped out his pleasure as I damn near sucked his cock off by the root.

This was my place now. I belonged on my knees worshipping my big black Master. I forced myself to bob down past my gag reflex to take him into my throat. I bobbed on him even as my brain screamed for air. I could breathe later, right now all that mattered was pleasuring a superior man. I was his cocksucker now. Full-time. Anytime. Anywhere. This was my mission in life, servicing my Master's big black cock. When I grew dizzy from lack of air, I pulled of and breathlessly worshipped his balls as my hands explored his solid butt, thighs and back. As soon as I caught my breath, I went back to servicing his cock with renewed passion, burying my nose in his pubes while teasing the root of his cock with my tongue.