*This story is the second installment of the "My Teenage God" series. Hopefully of many*
*This story is a fantasy based on dominance and muscle in an older-younger gay setting. If this doesn't sound appealing to you, then don't read any further. All characters and story-lines are purely imagined and not based off any true facts*
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I lay on the floor of the shower, still fully clothed but soaked to the bone. As I recovered, I was again filled with trepidation that had been thrust out of my mind only a few minutes earlier. I had just swallowed the cum of a student. God it was wrong, God he was hot. My god. My god max...
I shook my head. I had to snap out of it!
Okay, I told myself. Now it was really time to leave. I stood up, my clothes dripping and hanging off of me. I'll just walk out the door without a word.
I walked to the door, I was right there but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to leave. Something didn't feel right. I was filled with an anxiety that I had forgotten something or needed to do something first. I couldn't figure it out but I just stood there by the door staring at the door handle unable to bring myself to reach out and turn it.
"Going somewhere cockslut?"
Just hearing his voice sent shivers down my spine now.
"Well, I...just needed to..." I mumbled without turning around.
"I noticed you were having trouble actually leaving there. I think I know why. You see, I am your master now, and you can't bring yourself to do something without first getting my permission."
His words shocked me. Surely they couldn't be true. What had just happened was in the heat of the moment but me calling him master really didn't mean anything.
"You see teach, you're the type who's had to make decisions and think for yourself for all of your life. The problem is first that you're not too good at making those decisions, and second that you really don't want to have to them. You want someone else to make them for you, to control you, to own you. You need a master. Me."
Here I was. A grown man standing soaking wet in the hallway of a teenage kid I just sucked off, trying my best to deny what he was saying. But it was hard to refute him. It seemed like he tapped a deep dark desire of mine that I had had stored away somewhere. Nevertheless I knew I had to fight it. This couldn't be me.
Still facing the door I simply said, in as strong as a voice as I could muster. "I have to go Max, it's time for me to leave." But as I said it I filled with confusion and despair.
"Why are you telling me?" His voice was closer now, "Why don't you just go?"
"Fine." I reached out. I did it! I grabbed the handle.
But that's all I could do. For the life of me I couldn't twist it, no matter how hard I tried to make myself there was a mental block.
I heard a low chuckle a few feet behind me.
"Go ahead, ask your master"
....I paused for a long time...I needed to get out of here...I was getting confused again and knew I had to escape while I could. I would just say what he wanted to hear and then go.
"May I leave?" Some of the anxiety began to leave me.
"tsk tsk, My little cockslut. You must properly address me."
Another pause. "May I leave, master?" I asked quietly.
"Turn around slave."
I slowly turned around and again soaked in the sight of my god max. I mean max, just max...shoot I...but there he was. He had dried himself off and was in a tight t-shirt and boxer briefs now. His bicep veins still visible from his work out. What a beautiful sight...
"What were you asking?"
"May I leave...Master?" More anxiety was sliding away
"Sure teach, just a kiss goodbye"
I tried to fight it but I was filled with excited anticipation. I moved my face towards his but he backed away.
"No, a kiss goodbye for my huge cock."
Again I was disappointed not to kiss those beautiful lips of his, but I slowly sank to my knees. A quick kiss I told myself and I would be out the door.
He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it into his crotch with his boxer briefs still on. I tried pushing off his legs but of course he was stronger than me. I wasn't really kissing anything, just breathing in his essence, and it was intoxicating. I took 5 or six huge breaths and soon instead of pushing off his legs I was running my hands up and down his strong muscled quads. My head was in a daze.
"Now teach, before you go I just want to show you something."
With that Max picked me up, without any kind of strain, and carried me fireman style into his bedroom. I was amazed at the sheer power of this kid and stared down his strong back as he carried me. I didn't protest.
Max dropped me hard onto the floor. It hurt but I looked up at him from the floor and was again struck by my god's dominance. I noticed his white Tshirt was slightly see through now that I had dripped all over it and I could see some of his body through it.
Max sat down on his desk chair and swiveled away form me toward his computer. I wasn't sure what to do.
"Why don't you take off your wet clothes teach, they don't look comfortable."
At this my anxiety flared up again because I knew I was about to fight him on something. "I don't know Max...Master...I don't think that that's a good idea, me being your tutor."
At that he laughed loudly. "Really slut? Don't you think we're past that? Tell you what, I'm gonna look at some straight porn now, because I'm not a gay fag like you. And I'm probably gonna get hard while I watch. I'll let you stay and watch me, maybe even help me out, but you have to earn your stay. One piece of clothing at a time."
I saw he was looking at a girl with hug jugs who was dancing on a pole. I should have left but I thought to myself, just a little longer, I'll just take off my shoe. Soon however, I was down both shoes and both socks. Max leaned way back on his chair and I could see his massive cock start to grow again.
