The Little Prince, Episode 2: Kidnapped
A large, dark male makes his claim on a vulnerable young man.
This narrative drew its origins from a Latino cartoon who claimed that he wasn't short, but instead, a small prince. This story is about interracial same-sex relations with undertones of unwillingness as a youth comes to terms with his shifting sexuality. Therefore, proceed with caution if this is offensive.
Everyone is OVER 18 in this explicit tale. This is a piece of fictional work that involves unsafe practices. Always be cautious when engaging in real-life encounters.
Upon waking up the next day, I felt terrible with a hint of a hangover.
In the bathroom mirror, I saw the bags under my eyes. However, my belonging Sunday in comparison to a Monday morning was a relief. I cleaned my teeth, trimmed my beard, and showered, delighted to find that I had claimed back my old identity: long, tangled brown hair accentuated by my northern Italian ancestry, a tilted nose and a full pair of lips, and a fashionable short beard.
Although my attitude was to suppress the incidents of the previous night as if it were a one-time occurrence never to happen again, reality refused to conform, and I was drawn to the weekly pleasures of everyday life. I caught up with friends and sank comfortably into a familiar routine. The memories of the not-so-distant past of Sunday night began to dissipate, and I was eagerly anticipating the fun-filled weekends.
However, the god of weather had other defying thoughts in mind.
SNOWPOCALYPSE.
The cute and cheerful weathermen had predicted a snowstorm for the past week; and, to my dismay, they had been accurate. It began to snow just as my workday was about to end, and they announced a continuous downfall throughout Saturday and Sunday.
Awful.
I managed to make it home before the worst of the snow hit, and I worried about staying put in my apartment for the next couple of days. I decided to visit the dismal gym hidden in the bowels of my building while there's still time, wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Heading down the stairs, I yawned at the thought of working out in a cramped space equipped with a treadmill, an elliptical, dumbbells, kettle balls, and an old Nautilus machine.
To my annoyance, I found the gym deserted. The room featured mirrored walls, a rubber floor, and some rubber equipment.
I put on some earbuds and headed to the bench press station which could only lift 200 pounds. This wouldn't be an issue for me. I set the weight to 150 pounds and did a set of presses, complemented by dumbbell curls and rows. Next, I moved on to some leg routines. As I reached the treadmill, I decided to go for ten minutes.
"Hey, little prince!" The deep, smooth voice of Darius sounded around the small space.
Crap!
I almost tripped when Darius suddenly walked in and spoke to me unexpectedly. I tried to act nonchalant.
"Howdy, Darius..." He was clad in red and black compression shorts and a revealing vest that exposed his muscular torso.
"Sorry for scaring you, Ryan. I figured I'd come down here and work out too. It doesn't look like I'll be hitting my gym over the weekend."
"Exactly the same here."
"Well, we think alike!" He grinned. "I'll leave you to your workout then." And he grabbed two fifty-pound dumbbells, embarking on a workout that skyrocketed my admiration. He easily performed curls with the heaviest dumbbells and lifted kettle balls as if they were lightweight. I pretended to focus on the treadmill's display, yet couldn't resist watching him perform in front of me. Darius' flawless body, draped in tight-fitting spandex, glistened as a result of his sweaty workout. My eyes traced his rippling muscles, wondering if they were the result of sheer strength or, more likely, the unforgettable experience he had given me the night before.
Unsurprisingly, our paths crossed at the bench press. He examined it, and adjusting the weight to maximum capacity, lay down. Observing him, I watched with fascination how he heaved the iron with such tranquility, lugging a total weight of four times my exercise routine! He cleaned his forehead with his towel as he towered over me and switched off my treadmill.
Let's go, little prince. Performance time is over. Let's go for a shower.
I nearly protested that I wasn't spying, just getting a workout, but then I checked the readout on the treadmill. Wow! I didn't realize I'd just run a 5K on the treadmill in only twenty minutes. I must have been so absorbed in watching Darius exercise that I didn't even notice. My sexual arousal from watching him must have given me an adrenaline rush.
He led me down the hallway to the elevator. I didn't need my 'spidey sense' this time to know what he was up to. Darius wanted to take me to his shower to have sex.
I heard the elevator coming and began to panic. "Listen, Darius. I can't..."
He shushed me with a finger on my lips. "Keep quiet, little prince. After you dashed off in a panic, I waited a few days for you to sort yourself out. Well, I'm done waiting. I'm going to take you tonight."
The elevator arrived and Darius let go of my arm. He placed his hand on my back as if I belonged to him and waited for me to follow.
I got on the elevator.
"Good dog," he praised me with his deep, smooth voice and gently rubbed my back. Had I become his dog? His pet?
We turned towards the door and I heard him slap his hand against the call button. I could have escaped at any moment, but I obeyed his command like a good pet. We rode up to the fifth floor.
As soon as the door closed, he moved his hand to my butt. "What a sexy little ass you have, little prince," he whispered in my ear. Oh my god. My situation felt very real. The elevator floor numbers passed by, enticing me to escape. He tapped my butt with his fingers, "No way out, little prince," he chuckled in my ear in his velvety deep voice. "I'm going to make you mine tonight." He squeezed my butt cheek firmly as if he already owned it.
Ding.
We reached the fifth floor and the door opened. Darius guided me to his apartment, his strong hand directing me. I could feel his strength and it melted any resistance I had. Why was I allowing this? Was it his incredible deep masculine voice? His size? His strong scent of sweat that surrounded me? His power made my heart race in my chest and I perspired with anticipation. Darius pushed me inside and I walked into his apartment.
As soon as I heard the door close, I felt his hand move lower and grip my right butt cheek. "Some fine little ass you've got there, little prince," he whispered in my ear. Oh my god. My situation started to feel real. I watched the elevator floor numbers diminish and I was tempted to push the button for my floor, then run and hide in my apartment. Darius knew what I was thinking because he nudged my butt with his fingers, "Don't even think about fleeing, little prince," he whispered seductively in my ear, keeping his hand on my butt cheek. "I'm going to make you mine tonight." He squeezed my butt cheek tightly like he owned it. Maybe he did...
We arrived at the fifth floor and the door opened. Darius took my shoulders and pushed me down the hallway to his bathroom. I could feel the power in his hand, getting rid of any defiance in me.
I stopped when I heard the door close behind us. I knew I had to stop this. I faced him, "Listen, Darius..."
He spun me around so I was facing the wall. He pushed me into the shower, against the sidewall, with my hands and chest pressed against the tiles like I was in a push-up position. His body was pressing me to the cold wall while the warm water poured down on us and his hardening cock rubbed my back. All the prison rape scenes from movies and TV crossed my mind. "You're not going to run away from me this time, Ryan," he warned in my ear with his intimidating, deep voice. "I'm going to take you here and now," he lifted my right leg, placing my foot on the edge of the tub, leaving me exposed.
"Please...don't hurt me..." was the only thing I could mutter. I had already accepted the fact I couldn't fight this.
"I'll be as gentle as possible, my dear prince... I don't wish to harm you, but I'll be taking you and claiming you," Darius murmured softly into my ear, reminiscent of cradling a nervous filly as he reached for a bottle on the shelf. I shivered at the sensation. "Calm down, my prince... I'll catch you."
Darius wrapped a mighty arm around my neck and his thumb slowly slid into my tight entrance. I attempted to scale the smooth wall in a fashion akin to Spiderman, but he held me firmly, so I was left wriggling on the wet tiled floor. "Easy, my prince...I'll keep you safe..."
"Please...it hurts..." I whimpered, grappling for any reprieve from the intrusion of his wiggling thumb as it delved deep.
"Trust me, my prince... Don't struggle. Let it happen. Breathe..."
Attempting to copy the breaths of a woman in labor, I took deep, short breaths, which marginally helped alleviate the discomfort. My rear gradually relaxed as the thumb explored my depths, accompanied by an unexpected massage of my prostate. Then the thumb retreated, and I sighed in relief... until it was promptly replaced by Darius' broad middle finger!
I groaned and continued struggling to escape his chokehold, trying everything I could to wriggle away. I couldn't break free, though, as his powerful finger invaded my hole, causing unspeakable anguish. "Tight, aren't you, Ryan?" he commented, noting how I clung onto his finger.
"Attempt to push back as if shitting," Darius advised, to which I conceded, resulting in less acute pain and an unbearable yet fainter hurt. My willingness must have been apparent because his soothing voice filled my ear: "There you go, little prince. I'll guide you. If you don't wish it to hurt so terribly, my prince, you must want it."
What? Want it?! WANT IT?! I yearned for him inside me! I wanted this colossal black man to have me. It's why, without objecting much, I agreed to accompany him up to his apartment in the elevator. The truth dawned on me: I desired to be my prince's property.
I was loosening up a bit, and on the next thrust, two fingers worked their way inside me, stretching my anus to its limits. I tried breathing and pushing back but found no respite from the torment. Determined to endure it, Darius patiently continued his mission, eventually withdrawing his fingers
Sensing my readiness, he replaced them with a massive force - the blunt end of his colossal cock. On the brink of protesting, he repositioned himself, and the enormity of his member penetrated me. I resisted anew, but it was to no avail. My sexual assault was more vicious than I could've ever imagined. The agony was overbearing, and Darius' hand covered my mouth to silence my cries: "Participate, Ryan. You can do it, my little prince. Relax, allowing me to enter you, where I belong."
I focused, following all instructions. I pushed back, and a few more inches of him entered me. Once again, I was engulfed by the unbearable pain, but it seemed to lessen slightly, though it was still excruciating. I bit down hard and pushed, enabling Darius to plunge the remaining inches into me.
I had passed a milestone. I had accepted every slender inch that Darius could offer me, enduring this forbidden violation. A feeling of self-satisfaction overcame me. Despite the pain, feeling so intensely full became slightly pleasurable. Darius repositioned and started moving in me, slowly but surely, deflecting the acute pain while the extreme feeling of fullness increased. My nerve endings experienced an unbelievable stimulation, a sensation unlike any I'd experienced before. His cock waves pushed and pulled at my prostate, bringing on a euphoric feeling I was incredible for someone who had been abused. The intensity was almost palpable. I now understood - I was my prince's little prince.
In the heat of the moment, Darius removed his hand from my mouth as he increased the depth of his thrusts. I gasped with each push, feeling his thoughts coming closer to reality. He was definitely raping me. I didn't want him to cease yet he showed no intention of doing so.
"Come on, Ryan," he whispered to my ear. "Don't resist it. Allow it to happen. Enjoy being taken. I seized the chance to have you the moment I saw you," I couldn't help but squeak as he softly entered deeper in my core. "You've got such a scorching hot pussy," I gasped at his words. "It warms up my cock so well..." Oh my god. Darius neglected to use a condom! Instruction flew through my mind, but the more I considered it, the happier I became with the situation. I wanted Darius to rape me. I didn't even want a slim sheath to block our connection. "Yes...I'll become your little prince, your man," I wheezed.
"Fuck...me...Darius..." I moaned in distress.
"Keep yourself standing still, little prince... I'm about to fuck you as I always dreamed," Darius bared often, prematurely stepping free of my neck. This implies something else will follow?
Surprise descended on me. Bearing down profoundly would mean...?
True to his terms, Darius initiated the actual interaction. He ramped left up both his speed and power, clutching my hips with both hands. Time - what assailment! I winced and commenced to grip onto the wall tiles. For half a day, my brain wailed at the escalation of sensations battering me. Oh my God! I was losing my mind, however Darius carefully fathomed what he was doing. "Oh my god! This sweet backside was created to be contradicted!," rumbled through the room behind me.
For more than twenty minutes, all I could manage was weep and bellow, sways as Darius railed me like a raging buffoon. If this is what prison rape is, after that no wonder so many dudes ended up again and keeps returning to jail... I knew, no matter the level of pain, that I would adore be back for Darius again and again for more. I was his property now...
Then Darius placed his correct hand on my oversized member. I was focused intently on my ass, I wasn't aware up until then that my cock had been ragingly hard. A few strokes of his wet fingers incited an extreme orgasm. As streams of my flourescent goo decorated the shower tiles, Darius carried on with raping my ass, touching as if he was milking to the point of obtaining my sperm. My anus moved in time with this effort, triggering Darius' own ejaculation.
He roared loudly, with one final plunge, trapped me against the wall, hard enough to cause me concern to be pushed through. "Urghh, yea! Fuck me! Your smooth backside was made to be prodded!" he lisped tenderly in my ear, gradually exhaustion set in.
"Ohh... my...god...," I breathed heavily. What else is there to state?
"You belong to me now," he hummed lovingly. I nodded in consent. "I possess you. You're my Little Prince and you belong to me."
I nodded in understanding, now comprehending how silly the query must've appeared. He cast me a humored grin and embraced me tightly, "Alright, you can do my back, Little Prince." I extended my arms and lathered his carefully contoured back using soap, admiring the intricate cleft that traversed his robust bottom half. His muscles were so substantial that I had difficulty encompassing them. No wonder he could lift 300 pounds effortlessly, he was a colossus. I blushed as I reached lower and soaped up his massive solid buttocks that had played such a pivotal role in my recent deflowering.
He gave me a playful tap on the chin and caressed my scruff. "This needs to be shaved off... Let's leave here," he suggested abruptly. He wasn't being genuine about me shaving off my beard, was he? Darius shut off the faucet and pulled me under the towel he'd grabbed from the rack, tenderly drying me off, taking his time to make me feel valued. Upon exiting the shower, "(Continued)" Darius wrapped the towel around my shoulders before picking up another one and drying himself. "(Continued)"
"Let's deal with that beard..." he remarked as he wrapped the towel around his waist.
Darius instructed me to stand in front of the mirror, then he stepped up behind me. I was overcome with the reality of the height differential owning up to us. I examined my patently minuscule visage, Darius camouflaging his head and Adam's apple both looming above mine. I could even anticipate his sizable arms and expansive shoulders on either side of me. He was nothing short of a masculine god and I was, in comparison, a youngster. Darius intended on heightening the disparity between us even further.
Darius dug through a drawer and removed his beard trimmer, adjusted the depth on it, and clicked it on. The first time I'd had a beard was shortly after graduating from high school, desiring to declare my approaching manhood, but now I simply sat there as he trimmed the trimmer across my once treasured beard and mustache, trimming it down to turf. Darius dug further into his medicine cabinet and found a razor, shaving cream, and after-shave.
The sensation of Darius's strong hands massaging my bowl of shaving cream was incomparable. He tenderly applied the shaving cream to my stubble and slowly brushed my neck with the razor, swiping it away row upon row of facial hair. The procedure was surprisingly erotic, as I cleared myself of the adult pretense that resided on my jawline, reverting me back to boyhood, to being Darius's subservient. He dampened a washcloth and wiped the shaving cream surplus from my complexion before applying aftershave lotion. It was as though I had returned to my high school yearbook picture. Darius appreciated this changed appearance as he fidgeted with his fingertips on my face.
"Smooth as a young prince's rump," he chuckled, patting my behind. "Let's find something to wear for you."
Darius directed me towards his bedroom, an area dominated by an enormous four-poster bed and gargantuan wood furniture, unquestionably instilling masculine energy. Observing the room, it was plain that I was outclassed by Darius. He procured his white dress shirt from work and handed it to me to slip my arms into. In the past, I'd performed the same action for the women I'd dated, yet this was just another stage in this demeaning process. I discarded my towel and stepped into his shirt. With the item's sheer volume, I could've sailed in it. Darius began closing up the buttons on me, mentally contemplating where the ends of the sleeves must be. I located them and began to roll them up my arms, simultaneously gazing at my reflection in the dresser mirror. With my beard gone, I resembled a child donning his father's shirt. Darius presented a pair of thick socks for me to put on before arranging himself into a shirt, shorts, and slippers. I was on the verge of requesting men's shorts to inhabit, but recognized nothing in Darius's wardrobe could adequately encompass my soon-to-be rimmed hips.
"Come on, Ryan... Let's set the table while I prep for dinner." Darius extended his limb for me to take it. Pondering over his words, I hesitated, then joined him in taking his hand. Our lips met briefly, each consumed by the disrespectful beard scrapings on my smooth cheeks - a tangible example of his dominance as the alpha male in our relationship. He unwound our embrace and peered at me with a grave expression, "I wish for you to stay over tonight, Little Prince." It sounded more like a command than a request, and it was apparent that he was anticipating our intimacies.
"Alright, yeah... I'll spend the night at your house," I replied. With this remark, I had given him free rein to use my body for the duration of the night...and likely the following morning as well.
"Ah, cool," he planted a kiss on my lips before guiding me to the dining spot by the hand. My petite hand got swallowed up in his huge paw and I felt like a convict wife as we left the bedroom in unison. He directed me on where to find items in the china cabinet and I set the table while he began making dinner. He offered me a bottle of white wine from the fridge and I filled two glasses. One I presented to Darius, saying, "Thanks, Ryan."
"This smells amazing!" I complimented him. Seems he could cook too. Great. My only skill above Darius was my ability to grab stuff from lower shelves...
"Thanks. It'll be ready soon. Bring the plates over." Darius loaded them with a tasty chicken dish and I carried them to the table. He stepped over and pulled my chair out for me, almost like I was a damsel in distress. As I settled down, I ran my hand over his shirt tail, like a girl would with her skirt. It irked me how naturally I assumed the submissive position with Darius.
We enjoyed a sumptuous meal and talked casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened previously...like me being roughly probed in the shower just a little while before. I learned Darius was 29, five years older than me. No way my office career would allow me to live like this in five years...
After dinner, we cleaned the remains and settled on the couch. Darius turned on the local news for the forecast. He slid his feet onto the coffee table and chucked, "You've got cute little feet, Ryan... Could you get cuter?" He pulled me in, his arm over my shoulder. We snuggled up, enjoyed our wine, and listened to the news anchors chatter about a looming severe storm. Darius sprawled out and put a foot on the table. After a while, I imitated him. Darius chuckled, "You really are adorable."
I quipped back, "If I had dogs as big as yours, I'd be Tweety Bird!" He snickered and moved in for a quick kiss. I accepted it, my tongue colliding with his, his saliva mingling with mine. One event led to another, and we ended up on the couch in a full-blown make-out session. I fell back, Darius bracing himself with his arms and legs. He undid the final buttons on my shirt and revealed my torso for his scrutiny. He touched me from the bottom of my thighs, up my abdomen, and pinched my chest. I was glad he approved of me, as dim light from the window enhanced our silhouettes.
Darius turned off the TV. He effortlessly grasped me, holding me close and lifting me up. "Let's hit the sack," he muttered before kissing me again. I wound my legs around him and enjoyed his kiss. He carefully got onto the bed on his knees and placed me in the middle of the large comforter. Lifting me up slightly, he piled up a pillow under my hips to position me for intercourse.
Darius undid the last buttons of my shirt and pulled it apart, displaying my body for him to check out. He touched me from the base of my thighs, up my abs, then to my chest, tweaking my nipples. I could tell he liked my body in the dim light from the window, describing me as "a little prince."
Outside, a snowplow passed and its yellow beacons flashed, illuminating the room and seeming to make Darius' eyes glow. The thought crossed my mind that he was a predator. Like a tiger in the night, his eyes glimmered. It struck me that I wanted to submit to this dangerous hunter. I didn't care if he was cruel or nice, gentle or violent...I'd take it, crave it, need it...more...and more.
Tiger, tiger, glowing bright In the darkness of the night
I swallowed hard. I realized that Darius was a predator, a tiger shining bright in this night and I was his prey...the prey who had willingly entered his predator's domain. It heightened my excitement knowing I wanted to yield to this apex predator. I didn't care if he would be cruel or kind, gentle or vicious...I'd accept it, savor it, always wanting more.
Darius hurriedly fetched a lube bottle and a hand towel from his bedside table. Amazingly, he had a stash of lubricant in every room he frequented - ready to swoop in and claim his victims. As my erection stiffened at the idea of Darius claiming me in every part of his domain, Darius jokingly remarked, "Seems like someone's prepared."
He removed his lubed finger from my gripped rectum and applied more lubricant to his gleaming member. He wiped his hands clean on the cloth and repositioned himself over me. His strong arms pushed into the mattress behind my shoulders, raising my bottom a bit higher, offering an easy target for Darius' ready cock.
Darius pushed against my opening. I employed the lessons I had gained earlier and eased open my entrance for his entrance. It still hurt, but after being deflowered, I was desperate to have him deep inside me. Gradually, he slid the entirety of his length into me, until he had reached his limit: "You good, Ryan?"
I raised my eyes to his face, bewitched by both his penis and his eyes. With a nod, I indicated my readiness.
"I'll go gentle with you, little prince..." he teased, showcasing a sinister grin.
"No, fuck me... devour me, tiger!" I urged and urged simultaneously.
Darius appeared astounded for a moment, but then his forehead creased with determination and he started to plunge me with long, leisurely strokes, causing a pained grunt with each penetration. His eyes and mine connected as he hammered me, watching my responses while he gradually amplified the intensity of his thrusts. My loud moans filled the space, intensifying as each shot pushed further into my bowels. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging tightly to him as Darius ravaged me. The bed started creaking under the weight of our combined body mass, and the force of his thrusts might have pushed me through the mattress had they not been cushioned by the firm surface.
He clutched my spasming body as my torso tensed, struggling to accommodate his massive member and prevent myself from becoming a tucked-in mattress. Ouch, this was intense! Darius' hard cock punched every nerve in my rectum. Darius' glistening physique beginning to glisten with sweat as he continued to give it his all, and it was around then that I managed to tilt my head to lap some of his perspiration from his chest. This incited his passion, driving him harder and faster while grunting like a wild animal.
The flashing yellow light from the snowplow in the hallway illuminated Darius, revealing his stern expression as he drilled into me. The sight sent me over the edge, causing me to spurt cum across my chin.
Seeing my release took Darius over the edge, too. His final drive nearly tore my back in half as he released a resounding roar of ecstasy, baring his fangs as he revealed his dominance and might.
We stayed motionless for a moment before he started to relax and ease off the bed.
Finally, he repositioned himself by me, again draping his leg and arm across me, bringing one hand to cover another. A chuckle escaped his lips as he asked, "You all right, little prince?"
"Yeah, thank you," I concurred.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss on my cheek. His elevated stature enabled him to nestle into me, with his chin perched above my skull.
"You're quite fond of the idea of holding hands, aren't you?"
"Absolutely," I affirmed.
"Only with you," he said thoughtfully as he drew me in tighter.
"Why me?"
"The moment we met, I felt something electric pass between us when we shook hands. I'll always retain that sensation."
"You're serious?"
Darius' eyes narrowed as he snuggled me, "Little prince, the initial connection we felt played a significant role. I'll never forget how your delicate grip felt gripping mine."
We laid there together, drenched in sweat and snuggling until the tension faded as we regained composure.
In the end, Darius slipped the comforter over me and cuddled behind me, then murmured, "You okay, little prince?"
"Yes," I replied contentedly.
He gently stroked my hand while laying his chin on my head. "You're fond of a man cradling you close?"
"Mhmm."
"I'm serious."
Darius and I lay together peacefully in the dark, lost in reflections. I had previously thought that I had come to terms with our initial sexual encounter, but Darius' unexpected return snapped me out of it. Now, I realized that I had willingly submitted to him.
I sighed, feeling comfortable with this revelation.
I grabbed a pillow from under me, buttoned up my shirt, and rolled onto my side. The shirt of Darius still carried the faint scent of him. He draped the comforter over me and slid in behind me to spoon me. "Feeling all right, little prince?" he asked.
"Fine," I confirmed breathlessly.
Darius fondled my hand before settling himself in behind me, draping his leg and arm over me. "You're fond of this starfish grip?"
"Very much," I stated.
He smiled softly and ran his hand over my backgear while bending his neck to kiss my cheek. Long, lanky at six foot four, he rested his chin on my scalp. "My sweet little prince."
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