Sissy Drilla I

A King's Dominion

He walked into the gym as if he owned it. A powerful black Nubian god of muscle. The black hood over his head and dark sunglasses only added to the intimidation factor of the 6-foot, 3-plus, mega heavyweight. He scanned from left to right, then into the mirrors as if to survey his landscape, a mighty king in observance of his dominion.

He lifted his hood to reveal is deep, dark, chocolate brown skinless head, broad nose, and full, pinkish, red and brownish lips. He zipped down his hoodie sweat jacket, rolled back his shoulders to put his cannonball-like deltoids on display. He thrust out his massive, striated, shredded, steel-plated like, chocolate colored chest and bright gold chain which featured the symbol of the 'Eye of Horus'.

A chorus of King Justice... King Justice filled the air as many of the other bodybuilders acknowledged and respected his majestic presence.

He pounded his fist onto his chest to return the respect shown to him.

His powerful chest heaved as he sighed, yet his head continued to turn as he scanned about until they landed on the eyes of an ivory-colored individual with striking red hair, and smooth to soft facial features.

A grizzly sneer grew on his face as he locked in on his target. Indeed, the lion is hungry and has found prey.

Stanley trembled as she saw the alpha's eyes locked on her. Sure, she could freely admit at least to herself that it was almost customary to feast her eyes on all the dark, hard, man candy about her as she did her prework stretching exercise, and a few men even gave her a flash or a sly wink to let her know they saw her watching, but not this man.

She attempted to resume her stretches as she saw him approach. The sweep of his massive, heavily muscled thighs, well-rounded calves, and large bare feet shocked her, and despite her best efforts, she paused her exercise just as the man came to a stop only a few feet away.

He tossed his large, heavy gym bag across the mat, which landed a few feet from the individual as he barked.

"Can you watch that for me; I'll only be a minute."

"Hell... hello, sure I can watch it for you."

"Can I trust you?" He asked as his dark eyes seemed to stare through the small, framed person.

"Sure, you can trust me... my name's..."

The individual's voice trailed off as the man marched away.

The prey's eyes grew wide at the sight of the huge, thick, round buttocks that protruded from his shorts, and lifted the sweater over it.

King Justice returned but without his hood. Now his massive, buffed physique stretched the fabric of his black with red, green, and gold trimmed tank top.

The sissy lay on her back, with her legs raised, then flipped herself upright as she saw the alpha's eyes as he looked down on her.

"Oh hi, sir... your bag is..."

"What's your name?" The black lion asked.

"Hi... I'm... I mean my name is Stanley."

"How tall are you?"

"Six-foot even, why?"

"How much do you weigh?"

"175, give or take a pound, why are you asking?"

With not a shred of humility, the black brutish man bellowed.

"I need a partner today, come with me."

Stanley slowly climbed to her feet and then replied.

"But... I haven't finished... I haven't actually started my workout yet."

"You can get back to that, it'll only be a minute... let's go." The broad-shouldered hunk announced as he confidently turned and walked away.

Stanley stood in shock. This wasn't a humble request; this was an order. His first instinct was to outright reject this arrogant man, and yet he felt compelled to honor the order and not because he feared him, but because he adored him and felt compelled to obey.

The black lion stopped and turned to see his prey in doubt. He smiled warmly and then simply waved for her to follow and do what she did.

Stanley watched and assisted the black muscle god to load up plates on the smith machine which totaled close to 400 Lbs.

Once Justice slid beneath the loaded bar, he barked.

"Climb up on the center of the bar and hurry up."

"Wait, you want me to sit... on the bar, while you bench-press... with my rear above your face?"

"Yeah and faced toward the mirror. Sounds like you understand, now do it."

Mindlessly, Stanley took a seat at the center of the plate-loaded bar and then giggled as she bounced up and down each time the huge arms and chest thrust up and lowered the weight to his chest.

Giddy and totally infatuated by the display of manly power, Stanley didn't notice the curious looks until he completed the third set.

He suddenly felt the eyes all around him. The judgmental stares, shocked onlookers and the curious all looked at her.

"Don't pay no mind to these people. They're just minions living out there lives according to someone else's rule. Fuck 'em, just stick with me and I'll show you a better way."

Stanley hopped on the broad back of the dark alpha as she rode along during several sets of chin-ups. The warm, smooth, sweat-covered skin enchanted her, as did the strong, hot, funky, manly odor, and it became easier to look off the skeptical observers. A sense of calm and strength flowed through her as she basked in the security and safety of the Nubian king.

King Justice guided the sissy over to the all-in-one gym machine, positioned a bench in a forty-five-degree angle. He reached out and grabbed hold of a metal cable grip and brought it behind a curling cushion. He then took a seat on the small bench behind the curling cushion and then ordered.

"I want you to seat down between my forearm and bicep."

Stanley looked down and saw the smooth, veiny arms and then into the man who ordered her and asked, humbly.

"Don't you think this is a little... obscene?"

"No, being afraid of living your life is obscene, now get on."

"Ooh, wow... oh wow," Your biceps is... oooh." Stanley cried as she felt the softball-size bicep curl between her legs. She heard the gasps, the groans, the oohs and ahhs, and felt the painful humiliation of her brazen act of submission to the alpha king.

Each time the alpha curled his biceps, they expanded between the sissy's legs while his veiny forearm pressed into her sissy clitty.

Once both the alpha's biceps were pumped, he slowly slid his hand from in between Stanley's legs, and although she tried to suppress it, a girly squeal escaped her lips as her body shivered and nearly went orgasmic. In aw, e she watched as the beasty hard man climbed to his feet and once again looked down with hungry eyes on her.

"Listen, you did well, and I'd like to show my appreciation by giving you something. Stop by locker number 511, I'll be there for a bit, so finish up whatever you're doing and hurry up."

The alpha walked a few feet, he spun around and flashed a wink as he looked between the sissy's legs and remarked.

"By the way, it looks like you've sprung a leak."

The sissy looked down and saw the small but noticeable bulge, and especially the wet spot.

Stanley stood at the corner of the gym, dumbstruck as his mind had been reduced to mush. The groans and judgmental sighs filled the air, and she quickly concluded she would never be able to complete her workout under these conditions. Without the black muscle god's presence to calm her fears, the sissy felt naked to the world, although she wore a latex lime green stretch pants, and a Kelly green, shoestring strapped tank top. He glanced into the mirror and saw his dark red hair pulled up into a bun but also saw the eyes of those who seemed to disdain her very existence as well as a few who flashed a look of hunger.

Stanley gathered her things and made her way to the locker room on unsteady legs. Her choice was simple: either give in to her sissy instincts, influenced and titillated by the alpha energy or snatch up her belongings and make a dash for the door. She decided on the latter. She crept into the locker room. All she needed were her sneakers. She nearly made it out of the locker room door before a loud, deep, and powerful voice rang out.

"Yo... where you goin, are you tryin to creep out on me?" King Justice barked.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot to tell you. I have a very important appointment this evening and..."

"I told you, it would only take a minute, don't get all pussy-foot on me, now let's go."

Once again, the bold Black Lion used his influence to lure the sissy to his locker.

The cunning Black Lion continuously flexed his hard, ripped, shredded, straited pectorals as if to hypnotize his prey as he towered over her.

"I got something here for you and I'm sure you're gonna like it. Close your eyes."

"Oh uh, excuse me, but I'd rather not." The sissy replied defiantly and with the last ounce of what was left of her fragile masculinity.

With a flinch of his shoulders, and a flex of his chest, the dominant man literally exerted his authority as he barked.

"Don't talk back to me, and do what I say, now."

The threat proved successful as the frightened sissy closed her eyes.

The moist, soft fabric pressed into her face made her sigh, but once the hot, funky, manly odor flooded her nostrils, she opened her eyes and saw it was the alpha's posing trunk.

Stanley stepped back but not before the alpha ordered.

"Keep them, their yours as a memento."

The cute, dark red-headed sissy was speechless as she stood in the shadow of the beasty man. A large, veined hand gently caressed her cheek as the heavy voice addressed her.

"I sense a lot of feminine sissy energy in you. It calls to me, speaks to me, and I know you feel the same. I'm seriously considering laying a claim on you."

"Please, sir... I really need to go."

"You cannot run from this, sissy. It's in your blood and nature to serve a man like me."

Stanley summed the last of his strength as he spun around and attempted to walk away, only to have his arms snatched, his body spun around, and then forced into the lockers.

With a deviant sneer, the alpha pressed his hardcore body into the sissy and prevented her from escape.

"You're incredibly sexy, so soft, so smooth, so ripe, and so ready for conquest. I will take you now."

With that said, the sex hungry dominant man lowered his face down to kiss the spellbound sissy and further her journey into his lustful ambition.

The sissy's knees buckled as she slid her hands over the massive shoulders and along his enormous, muscular arms. Once again, the sounds of the locker room filled her ears as she lost herself in waves of erotic wonder.

King Justice stepped back and left his hands on the sissy's hips, as he shook his head. Then all at once and with the ease of a field commander, as he rotates his baton, the powerhouse black alpha flipped the sissy in his hands upside down, the ordered her to place her hands on the floor and as she did so, he literally grabbed the elastic waistband of the stretch pants and yanked them up and off the sissy.

King Justice lifted the sissy's bubble to his mouth, then stabbed his tongue into the tight, underused, and tender anal flesh ring.

"No... God... no... nooo... not here!" The sissy cried haplessly under the relentless attack on her sensitive, hungry flesh.

The sissy gasped as she felt the warm, thick, long, uncut man tool pressed against her face. In a wave of lust, she reached out, took hold of the enormous spear, and slid it into her mouth.

Moans and groans escaped their lips as the couple gave in to the lustful urge.

Once again, the brutish giant, muscle god, flipped and manipulated the sissy in his arms and hands as he straddled the wooden bench and allowed Stanley's body to draped before him and with her hands down on the bench. He licked, tongue-fucked and wolfed hungrily at sensitive anal ring of flesh.

Once again, he flipped the sissy over and lay her back gently down on the narrow bench as he attacked and made hungry love to her neglected hole.

Stanley's legs slid about the broad shoulders of her lover as he continued to have his way with her. Her toes massaged her daddy's ears and brushed about his ruggedly handsome face.

As he rolled the sissy up on her shoulders and folded her like an envelope, King Justice heard the voices nearby of those who looked on.

"Move along and let the lion feed." Justice barked, and the men disappeared behind the lockers.

The powerful black hunk slobbered about the sissy's hole as she moaned and whined and released her inner sissy.

"Let me taste it, please... Sir, I need to taste you so bad."

The alpha growled hungrily as he sat back on the bench and gave the sissy free and total access to his humongous black, thickly veined, uncut spear.

Stanley gave in to her sissy hunger for big black, steel-hard flesh, coated with slimy precum as she sucked, suckled, nursed, and adored the majestic uncut spear with her mouth, lips, and tongue.

She slid her tongue down between the alpha's legs and suckled about his ballsack, and then moaned along with her alpha as she delighted in delighting him.

King Justice grabbed the sissy by her hair bun, then lifted her head up to deliver another hot, sultry kiss. Then, just as quickly, he growled, spat in the sissy's mouth, and then forced the sissy's mouth back down on his hard, angry too.

Stanley lifted and curled her legs up behind her to demonstrate her love and devotion to the man who claimed her like chattel. Her stomach jumped frequently each time the spear slid further down her throat.

Justice folded his hands behind his head as he allowed the sissy to indulge herself on the huge, thick meat. He slid his hands down her spine, used one hand to spread her cheek, and stabbed his saliva-wet fingers inside her tight, unprotected anal cavity.

Once again, he climbed partially to his feet, grabbed the sissy's neck and plunged her face down on his tool at a steady pace.

He lifted Stanley into his huge, muscular arms as he planted his foot on the bench. He then laid down on her back and along his thick thighs, as he once again hungrily ate her fleshly hole.

"Oh my god... oh my... King Justice... rule me... turn my ass into your pussy... please!"

Once again, lifted the sissy closer to his lips as he slobbered her hole and stabbed one, then two fingers inside her.

He lowered the sissy down on the bench and snarled as he looked down on her with bad intent. A droplet of saliva dripped down his chin to display his dark hunger.

The black lion grabbed the sissy's small ankles as he stabbed and thrusted his hard tool at the entrance of the tight, fleshy hole.

"Oh daddy, King Justice, you got my pussy on fire, please put that hot, black dick inside me... oh god I need you to fuck me." Stanley cried as her hands massaged her hot, itchy, heated hole.

"OH GOD... mmmmppphhhfff!"

Before the sissy could scream, the alpha snatched up his posing trunks and shoved them into the sissy's mouth.

The large, dark, veiny arms, hands, and forearms gripped Stanley's legs as he used her like a fucked her like a disposable rag doll fleshlight.

Stanley's mouth gaped open as she drifted into Sissy-Heaven.

With his giant dark hand planted at the center of her chest, the alpha took long, slow, deep strokes, then leaned down over her, pinched her breast nipples, while the other hand massaged her face and finger-fucked her mouth.

Stanley managed to open her mouth wide enough to be heard.

"Oh shit, I can't believe you're bitching me... out, oh fuck daddy... you're bitching me... out!" Stanely moaned as she saw the alpha as he lifted her foot to his mouth, then kissed and sucked feet, soles, and toes.

The sound of his sissy, in deep, urgent lust, brought an animalistic growl from the king-size black muscle god, who bent down and crushed the sissy beneath his sheer body weight; however, his mouth covered hers as he literally engulfed the sissy in his dominant conquest.

All at once, Justice wrapped his arms around the sissy and lifted her into his arms as he continued to stab his spear up and through her inner ring.

"Oh... oh fuck... black king, I want you to live inside me... never take it out... oh fuck... never take it... out... ooooh!" The sissy cried out as the madness overwhelmed her.

King Justice bounced the hapless sissy up and down his spear as she wrapped her arms around her champion and held on for dear life.

"Are you lovin this dick inside you, baby?"

"I love how you fuck me, black king, god, I don't care who knows, I don't care who fines out, don't give me a choice, just keep fucking me... and fucking me... ahhhhh!"

The black lion planted the sissy's back against the locker and proceeded to use his powerful legs and buttocks to drilled up into the manmade sissy until he stole her breath away.

He could feel the love juices of the sissy as it splashed and sprayed from her hole. He slowly sat down across the bench and then allowed the sissy to ride his steel-hard member.

Stanley bounced up and down eagerly until she felt the spear penetrate her so deep her eyes grew wide, and she forced the posing trunks back into her mouth as she rode the big black bull cock until her head tilted back and her hands massaged and squeezed his cannonball-like shoulders.

The couple changed positions, and now Stanley bounced and rode the cock with her back turned to him.

Stanley opened her eyes and saw another tall, black bodybuilder with long dreadlocks who stood only a few feet away, as he squeezed his spear, which looked as though it were ready to rip through his shorts.

"Yo... Thrope, give this sissy a big black pacifier." The king ordered, and in seconds, Stanely's mouth was stuffed with a giant, 10-inch, precum-covered spear.

For several minutes, the pretty, cock hungry sissy was stabbed at both ends, however, once the brute, hard man in front began to pant loudly, the king barked.

"Yo... spray that seed elsewhere, don't cum in her mouth.

Thrope barely snatched his cock from her hole before it ejaculated and splattered his jizz all over Stanley's tits.

"Yo... thanks for the hole, my brother," Thrope announced as he wiped the remnants of his seeds about the sissy's face.

Justice slid his hands around the sissy's chest and used the sperm to massage, and then pinched her erect nipples.

Frantically, the sissy took hold of the alpha's hand and laid it on her stomach as she announced, You so... big... it's so... deep... it's so hard, can you feel it... can you feel your cock up in my stomach?"

"Fuck yeah, the alpha growled as he once again turned the sissy around to face him as he steadily stabbed and wrecked her helpless hole, and once again their lips came together as they kissed with hot, urgent passion.

King Justice had his new sissy straddle the bench and twerk and shake her bubble back at him as he stabbed and invaded her manmade pussy once more.

"How can you... how can you put all that... inside me... huh daddy, I thought you'd kill me with that thing?"

The comment sent a chill through the alpha as he leaned down, then licked her spine and kissed her back as he replied.

"That's because only a fuck doll, with a hunger for big daddy dick can take me and you're doing an excellent job baby... oooh baby... aww fuck... baby... ummm, gonna bust soon!" The king announced as his large hands gripped the sissy's waist as he drilled her hard, long, deep, and strong.

"Oh fuck daddy... its' getting bigger ooh, it's gonna... oh my god... daddy, you're going to give me your seeds, give me your babies, every drop daddy... ahhhh... every... single... oh my god, it's cumin... I can feel it... I can feel it!"

The powerful alpha raised his arms and flexed his biceps, as if to declare his victory and then wrapped his arms around the sissy waist as his hard, fleshly spear gushed like a hose as it sprayed and flooded the makeshift, sissy pussy.

Frantically, urgently the alpha repositioned his sub-lover so that he could take her in his arms and kiss her.

Their lips were drawn together in blissful, lust and passionate urgency, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

Minutes later, all heads turned toward the couple as the hungry Black Lion with his conquered sissy piggybacked over his back, with her arms over his shoulders. In victory he proudly carried his sissy from the gym in a display of savage primal conquest. An undisputed triumph and nothing else in the world matters for...

... the lion has claimed it's prize.

DN