So, I've decided to take a short hiatus from writing my current ongoing work to write this short story and maybe a few more. So, here goes: Johnny was only 18 years old, and he's been dealing weed to other people since he was only 14. Johnny's customers included many pillars of the community, but mostly to high school students. Like my brother. But I was tired of my brother wasting his money on pot, so I've decided to turn the tables on the dealer. I invited Johnny over one day. "Hey, wazapp'nin man?" Johnny, despite the fact that he was a drug dealer, was very hot. He was a cute little twink. Y'know the type. Blond hair, blue eyes, angelic face, tall frame, lean yet tight muscles which yielded a tight set of abs, and a nice, round bubble butt. I, on the other hand, was not a "twink". I was a stud. I stood 6'5" (several inches taller than Johnny), I weighed about 250 lbs with a V-shaped torso (which meant large almost-50" chest with a 34" waist) and two very strong legs, granting me the speed of a champion racehorse. And right now, this stud was draped in nothing but a bathrobe which stretched to my ankles. "Listen, Johnny. I know what you do. And you may have connections, but so do I. My uncle and the district attorney, neither of which are your customers or anyone with connections to you, are very close friends. And I know many people that will support me should I tell them that you deal drugs in this town. But I'm willing to keep silent... on two conditions." By now, his angelic face was awash in worry and fear. "What?" "First, you don't deal to my brother ever again." "That's fine, cuz quite frankly he's a real shitty customer. Never buys alot and expects me to wait for my payment. And sadly, the little tyke is too young to pay me back in a way that I find myself..." He was now rubbing his crotch, which seemed to bulge as his member, I guess about 9 inches, stood rock hard in his black denim jeans. "Accustomed to." He then slid off his jeans to his ankles to show me his 9 inch dick. "But thankfully, I can allow people to use this (he was gripping his dick, now) as a way of *ahem* 'alternate payment'." "Well, that brings me to my next condition." I grabbed the sash and let the contents of my robe into his sight. "I myself, also, am very blessed, but far more than you. This fat dick between my legs is 12 and half inches long and 9 inches around. It is also an addiction for many people, and now, you, as part of your deal..." I walked closer to him, now my dick pushed against his lean yet steel-hard abs. "You must now taste MY... product." "Fuck you, you fucking faggot!" "HEY! I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT!! IF ANYTHING, YOU'RE THE LITTLE FAGGOT FOR SHOWING ME YOU PUNY LITTLE DICK AND SUCKING ON MY BIG FAT DICK!" He was almost fucking pissing himself "Or maybe I should just turn you into the authorities." "N-n-no p-p-please." "Good, cuz a little thing like you would be used as a cum rag for the next coupla decades. Now, take off your clothes." He did, showing me his pale, hairless body, his muscles lean yet steely. Now, he was on his knees. He started to lick his lips as he hesitated at putting my fat cock down his throat. "Fuck this," I said as I grabbed the back of his head and began to force my dick down his throat. He gagged alot as I fucked him in the face. He grabbed my ass and squeezed as hard as his bony hands could. He looked up, his blue doe eyes expressing sadness and ecstasy. His face started to turn purple and veins started to bulge slightly and his eyes rolled in the back of his head. I tried to pry his head from my crotch, but his skinny arms and hands were gripped to me like a vice. At this rate, I was afraid he'd pass out before I came. I tried to show some concern, but the pleasure shooting through my mammoth member outranked my concern. He was on the edge of asphyxiation and was about to leap over it... until... I blew my vast quantity of cum down his throat. He didn't let go until my giant sodomizer was done spewing jism. He taut stomach bulged gently yet noticeably from the sheer amount of cum I just launched down his throat. As the color returned to his face, I knew then and there that I've succeeded. The dealer busts. And now, it was not HE who fed addictions. I was HE who had his addiction fed by me. "Now, listen. What you did was fucking stupid. You could have died! Had I not shot my load so soon, you'd be unconscious and then who'd have to explain to the paramedic that you passed out while giving a BJ? I would. From the looks of it, you OD'd on my product. But regardless, you are what you've created a hundred times before... an addict. Now, instead of satiating addictions, it is I that shall satiate yours." "Now... get up. We're not done yet."