Making of Kingpin - Copied

[hirarandi]

"Here, bitch, it's your ex-boyfriend," I sneered.

She twisted round, falling onto her left side as I forced the phone into her right hand. As she turned the angle of my dick shifted and Dixie screeched in pain as her ass was pushed even further out of shape.

"Answer it," I growled, "Tell him that you're mine now."

With a pained expression she accepted the call. Immediately Marc launched into the conversation.

"Hey babe, where are you? Fancy hooking up tonight? Could really do with some ...."

He stuttered, unable to complete the sentence.

"Err ... err ... err ... babe, where are you? What's happening?"

I was laughing now.

"What's that noise? Who are you with? Dixie? Dixie?" He sounded really panicky.

Dixie tried to respond, "Hey babe, I ... I ... ah ... ah .... I'm .... I'm fine. Just a ... ooh ... little .... ugh ... busy right now."

I could see she was trying to be as quiet as possible but she wasn't being helped by the fact that I was now fucking her even faster and harder and she just couldn't cope with it.

"What do you mean busy? Who are you with? What are you doing?"

The only response from Dixie was a high pitched scream as I skewered her once more.

I decided it was time to put Marc out of his misery.

Taking the phone I said calmly, "What do you think she's doing Marc."

There was silence. He was totally lost for words and all that could be heard was Dixie moaning as I continued to pound away at her ass remorselessly.

"No. It can't be." Marc finally responded.

"I'm afraid it is Marc. I'm afraid Dixie here isn't really in a fit state to talk, what with me fucking her senseless."

"You bastard! You fucking bastard! Wait until I get my hands on you!"

I was laughing again. "And do what? You know you'd end up in hospital if you fight me and after it gets out that your supposed girlfriend begged me to fuck her because you weren't doing it for her you'll be a complete laughing stock. Especially after all your boasting."

"How could you do this to me you heartless son of a bitch?" Marc sounded like he was cracking now, unable to handle the emotional strain.

"Marc you tried to take me on. This is what happens when you try to play with the big boys. You get found out. Did you think I was going to just stand back and let you take my place? You made your bed, now you've got to lie in it."

And with that I hung up the phone and threw it to the side.

"Now where were we?"

I grinned down at Dixie, turning her round again so she was once again being pounded hard into the mattress. We were now rutting like feral beasts all consumed with lust. I could see my huge tool pistoning in and out of her butt which had now been expanded to meet my needs.

We were both heaving from the exertions and I felt the now familiar shuddering as Dixie's whole body tensed up and yet another orgasm powered through her. But I didn't let up. Not even for a second. Instead I started to thrust my hips even faster, plunging myself so deep inside her that I finally felt my balls slapping her exposed clit.

The sound of her caterwauling was now starting to give me a headache as she wriggled like an electrified eel on my shaft and tried to live with the hammering I was giving her.

I leaned forward and reached round to grab hold of her baps. Her nipples were as erect as freshly cut diamonds and I roughly tweaked them, causing her jerking and swaying to increase.

I was holding her in place now, she was completely at my mercy. And it felt so good. I felt so powerful. Like nothing and nobody could stop me. After a lifetime of pain and scrapping and fighting it felt amazing to be in control, to be dominating someone so hot and sexually powerful and taking her for my own.

I kept on thrashing away for I don't know how long. The sky outside was now dark but I didn't want this moment to end. But it had to. And finally I felt my balls tightened, my prick swell and then unload deep into Dixie's bowels. By now Dixie was incapable of speech.

I pulled out roughly and spun Dixie round as rope after rope of my manly essence shot over her, covering her from head to cunt in my spunk. She looked almost unrecognisable. The extreme fucking had made her go red as though her body had become an overheated furnace, unable to cope with the experience. The contrast of her red skin and my pearly white cum was hugely erotic.

Eventually I stopped cumming and was about to lean forward and get Dixie to clean me up when I saw that her eyes were shut. She was out for the count. I had fucked all the energy out of her. I felt proud, but I also felt cheated. I could have done it all over again. Still, I knew then that me and Dixie would be spending a lot more time together.

After I'd showered for the second time that day I went downstairs and picked up my laptop while I grabbed a beer from the fridge. I logged on eagerly and broke into a huge grin when I saw what I was looking for.

I'd set up a few cameras in the bedroom to film my antics with Dixie to humiliate Marc even more and boy had it worked a treat. The expression on Dixie's face as I was fucking her was incredible. She looked as though she had died and gone to heaven. 

I couldn't help but admire myself while I watched, heightening yet further my cocky arrogance. I looked like a bronzed sex god, so dominant, so powerful. My muscles gleamed, rippled and flexed as my hips gyrated and my prick destroyed each of her tight, wet holes in turn.

I spent the next few hours editing the video and then I put it onto a password protected website Scott had set up for me. Then I sent an email to Marc, cc'ing in the rest of the football team. It included a link to the video and i quickly typed out my message:

Hi Marc

I think this video shows pretty clearly who the better man is. Maybe you should remember that next time you think about challenging me.

You were right about one thing though. Dixie is filthy. She was damn good. Don't think she will be interested in you anymore though after what I've done to her.

At least you will have this video to wank over when you're home alone. And it's something I'm sure all the boys will enjoy too.

See you around (or not).

Troy

I quickly pressed sent, shut the laptop and headed back to my bedroom. I fell asleep feeling like the happiest man alive.

The next morning I was woken up my phone buzzing like an angry bee. I grinned as I looked at the messages from my football buddies. "Wow. That was incredible." "You da man. That hoe got nailed good!" "Bro, that was some serious shit." "Way to lay down the pipe. That slut won't be able to walk for a week."

I couldn't believe how perfectly my plan had worked. The power struggle, such as it was between Marc and me, was over and I was back on top. I knew that this would send a message to the others to, not to step out of line or I could destroy them like I had destroyed Marc.

As it happened he was so mentally wounded by the whole affair that he quit the team. I knew that he couldn't bear to even look at me anymore. But it made the team stronger. Yes we had lost a great ball player but we were tighter and more unified which was far more important.

As I sat reading the texts I saw Dixie wake up, our eyes immediately connecting with each other. I saw something new in her eyes. Longing. Need. Dependence. Submission. She was looking at me as though I was the only man on earth. It was as though I had brought out a side in her that she had never known she had. Just as she had brought out a side of me I was only dimly aware of.

Wanting to cement my power in the relationship immediately I said brusquely, "Right. Let's get a few things straight. You're mine now. You don't go near another man without my permission. Of course, I'll keep fucking who I want, when I want and you'll be grateful when I decide that's you."

I thought she might look surprised or even protest at my direct order. But instead she simply nodded her head meekly. And then she spoke in a hoarse, thin, gravelly voice.

"Of course. When I heard Jess talk about how big you were and how hard you had fucked her I knew I had to have you. But I underestimated you. I thought Jess was overplaying it, just showing off. I thought you were just another dumb jock. But wow. I've never felt like I did when you were fucking me last night. So powerless. So helpless. So at your mercy. And I loved it."

"So you're mine now then?"

"Oh yes. I would do anything to have you bend me over again and fuck my brains out. Nothing else matters. God. It's like a drug. I just need it. I feel so empty now without you inside me. And I know you'll fuck other girls. I mean I thought I was the horniest, dirtiest slut alive but even I couldn't live with you. A stud like you takes what he wants. But I'll be here, all my holes ready and willing to be battered by this huge baseball bat between your legs."

Dixie's submissive dirty talk had got me rock hard once again and she had reached out and grabbed hold of my ferocious dong. As I looked at her huge rack and toned body all conscious thought was forced out of my head and I was overcome with need.

Without saying another word my lips smashed into hers and my tongue greedily invaded her mouth, scouring it hungrily. As we kissed I lifted Dixie up in my strong arms and carried her through to the bathroom and my walk in shower.

And before I knew it I was inside her again. Both of our bodies smashing together in a torrid frenzy. Her cunt felt a little slacker and a little looser but it was still a perfect fit for my shaft. The rest of the day was a blur as we fucked each other relentlessly, both of us insatiable for each other.

That night as we both lay in bed, finally too exhausted to fuck any more, we started talking about what the future held.

Dixie was only able to croak but she spoke as though a fire had been lit anew inside her.

"It's ours for the taking. You and me together will be unstoppable. We can run that college and make everyone else dance to our tune."

That weekend changed me as a person. I'd always had a dark side within me. I had always felt the urge to control and dominant, to be aggressive and assert my authority. The traumas of my youth had imbued me with a toughness and a hardness that had warped my morality and turned my heart to ice.

But up until that weekend my horizons had only extended as far as the football team, to showing that I was better than all the other guys and that I deserved to be their leader.

But now Dixie had opened up a whole new world of possibility. A new way in which I could dominate, a new way in which I could manipulate others and obtain the power I craved.

Over the next few weeks Dixie taught me new lessons in the art of manipulation and the power of sexual need and desire to control others and get them to do what you wanted.

My soul, already damaged, was corrupted further, falling deeper into depravity and an inescapable moral abyss. But I didn't care. Not one bit. All that I knew about the world, all my experience of it, was that winners ruled and took what they wanted. And I knew that I was going to be a winner, whatever it took.

The truth was though that I loved it. I loved that feeling of pounding a girl so hard that she was barely able to speak or walk the next day. The glazed look in their eyes which signalled they would be willing to do anything to get another fix of me. In those moments I felt so powerful, the surge of adrenaline and testosterone inundating my veins and making me feel that I was invincible.

And so in the next few weeks Dixie and I consolidated our control over the college. The very next week we had an incredibly hot threesome with the principal. It seemed that Dixie and her had already been fooling around and so we had arranged for me to walk in on them both while Dixie had her tongue lapping at the principals clit.

The dumb bitch had been so consumed with lust that when she saw my towering pole looming in her face and breathed in its musty odor she had crumbled, sticking out her tongue to taste the meal placed before her.

A few hours later Dixie and I had left her in a tangled mess. Her body limp and unconscious. Thick rivers of cum trailed in streams out of her cunt, ass and mouth. She hadn't been much cop in the sack but we didn't care. This was about business, not pleasure. The sex between Dixie and I when we'd got back to my apartment seemed to be on another level. The thrill of breaking an older woman in a position of authority, had made us both incredibly horny and our copulating was even more intense than normal.

I soon realised that while I would happily fuck other chicks it would be hard to find one as compatible as Dixie. We were similar in so many ways. Both fit. Both attractive. Both dynamite in bed. Both competitive. Both strong willed. Both power craved. Both ruthless. Both without any moral code whatsoever.

My libido seemed to have increased exponentially. We were regularly banging each other as many as a dozen times a day. Within weeks we knew the others body as well as our own. Each crevice, each dimple, each inflection, every millimetre was fondled, sucked, clawed as our lust boiled over.

And Dixie had been right. We were unstoppable together. We had taken several pictures of the principal, intending to blackmail her. But that wasn't needed. It seemed when she had awoken in a pool of sexual juices she had not felt shame or remorse, but like Dixie had felt empty and bereft. She had a foot-long shaped hole in her cunt which needed to be plugged and she was willing to do anything we asked as long as I obliged her on a regular basis.

After the principal had fallen the rest of the college quickly followed like a pack of stacked cards being knocked to the floor. Between us we both controlled the social elites. After my humiliation of Marc the jocks on the football team were in awe of me. And Dixie had a similar control over all the hot, fit cheerleaders that all the guys in the college drooled over. We soon added a collection of weak teachers to our fold, unable to say no to our sexual advances and then too desperate to oppose anything we did.

Once our power was secured Dixie and I started to cash in. We started using the assets at our disposal to make money. And I mean serious money. It started off as pure, straight-forward extortion, forcing teachers and kids alike to pay up or end up in hospital. 

But it quickly moved on as we started whoring out all the fit 18 year-olds to anyone who could afford to have them – both girls and boys. Although there wasn't much money in our neighbourhood, there was enough desperate people to make it a nice little earner. The best thing was that we didn't have to threaten anyone. We found that both their share of the money they earned and the occasional special visit from me or Dixie kept them pretty sweet.

And then of course we started to push drugs. It was all pretty low key at first as the entire city already had a network of dealers. I knew that eventually I wanted to take them on but I also knew that doing so right now would be madness. And I didn't want to end up like my father.

Instead we reached out through my mate Vinny. I'd known VInny since we were both knee high. And we'd always been buddies. But we'd only got close in the last few months. Vinny wasn't on the football team. He had a wiry and slight frame and was quite short at just 5' 7".

What VInny lacked physically, he more than made up for in other ways. He was a man of few words but it seemed like he knew everyone. He had connections with all the key criminal networks and had managed to get a reputation as a trusted go between and someone who always kept his word.

As Dixie and I started to cement our control we decided we needed to build up a team of loyal supporters around us who would have our backs and get things done that we didn't have time for. Vinny was a key part of that, acting as our fixer. Making sure that people weren't taking liberties and that we were getting the share we were entitled to.

So we sent him out to negotiate with some of the dealers in the area. And he proved himself. We got a steady supply of pot, coke and even some smack in exchange for a cut of our profits. Before too long we had half the college hooked, providing a stream of easy money. It was far better having people throwing money at us desperate for a fix, than having to beat it out of them.

Yes a lot had happened since that fateful weekend I thought as I heard a bell ring and I was jolted out of my reminiscing.

I looked down to see the poor chick still trying desperately to get me off. Impatiently I grabbed hold of the back of her head and started jamming my meat stick down her throat at high speed. She was gagging now, her face turning red and spit flying everywhere. I saw out of the corner of my eye the fat old man at the front of the class staring and rubbing his clearly small dick through his trousers.

The rest of the class was staring too, frozen like statues as they watched the brutal, lewd display in front of their eyes. After a few minutes of frentic action I finally felt my balls clench and I released the poor slut from my vice like grip.

Wads of spunk fired across the classroom, some of it hitting a couple of chicks stood a dozen feet away. But I soon redirected my attention to the girl kneeling before me, washing her entire face with my man juice.

When I had finished I simply tucked myself back into my trousers and stood up. I walked out without a backward glance or a word of thanks. Heartless? Yes. Brutal? Yes. Necessary? Yes. I could only dominate and control by using fear and desire. That meant I had to keep my tough guy image in place at all times.

As I reflected on how I had reached this point in my life I realised that my weekend with Roxy would surely prove as much of a milestone as my weekend with Dixie. Now was the time to step things up. I had outgrown this shitty, godforsaken college. Now I had to expand the little empire that I had built.

That afternoon I walked into one of the small, now disused classrooms, in the basement. As I walked in I saw everyone was already seated and in position.

Over by the window was my brother Scott in quiet conversation with Vinny. It had been a masterstroke getting Scott involved with what I described as the business. He was the cleverest guy I knew and obviously one of the only people in the world I could trust absolutely. He had always been so different from me. Quiet and withdrawn, rather than brash and arrogant. But he was starting to come out of his shell now.

Greeting me with a pair of fist bumps were Jayden and Elijah, two black guys who are our top enforcers. With barely a brain cell between them they were linebackers in our football team and built like brick houses. They both had a couple of inches on me, their muscles bulged from their bodies obscenely and they must have weighed in at 250 pounds or more. They were perfect for doing our dirty work.

Most of the time they didn't need to do anything because as soon as they appeared people usually started cooperating. I'd started to use them for my own personal protection as my profile on the criminal scene grew I knew it was better to be safe than sorry. When we'd first started out they had done some really nasty damage to a few guys who wouldn't play ball. After that people knew we weren't going to be messed around by anyone.

Sat with them was Rick. He was a typical fun-loving jock motivated by cash and cunt, which we supplied in abundance. In return he helped run our operations. Everyone liked Rick, we had other people to do the dirty work, which helped when you needed someone to persuade people. I knew we couldn't be fighting everyone all the time and Rick really helped share the load.