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Authors name: blubber lips (yywiz@aol.com)
Story title : Darkside
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Darkside
by blubber lips (yywiz@aol.com)
***
The story of a small Negro male who is thrown into jail
for a DWI. He's dominated by large white hillbilly.
Finally he's released, only to have the perp show up at
his residence. Whoring out follows in story of
postmodern slavery. (MM, nc, v, intr)
***
Mike had made good on his promise. Here I sat at the
bottom of this hi-rise parking garage in midtown. I
cannot pretend any pride or spirit. By now all
resistance had been beaten out of me. His promise to
rent me out to only 'white men' was to take place today.
Somehow, he had gotten me onto this shift as a parking
attendant at this garage. Anybody that knows New York,
is familiar with the huge underground parking complex
that worms its way under most of the streets in the 59th
& Columbus street area.
It seemed on the up and up until the first payday. All
the other attendants had gotten their pay except me.
When I approached and asked about my pay packet the
shift boss, a husky, thick lipped, Slovene had pulled me
into a backroom. His eyes held an ominous glint as he
wasted no time in informing me of my status on the
premises.
"Look, nigger. I know you are an owned nigger. His face
held an open and nasty sneer. It took all I could do to
manage to keep my eyes on his face. Somehow I wanted to
drop them.
"You was sent here to work by your owner and your pay is
remanded to him by mail every week. The only pay that
you are entitled to, is sucking my dick, right now. Get
on your knees. You don't know how much I fantasized
about getting them rubber coon lips around my dick when
I heard you were coming here. What? An owned nigger
slave right hear in the middle of New York City! I don't
know how he got your ass, but I do know that I am going
to enjoy this body of yours right down to the last drop.
I love fat-lipped niggers sucking me good.(he stepped
forward and rapped me on the head with his knuckles, my
head came only up to his chest) so you can drop right
there (pointing to the spot of floor between his knees)
and get started with your regular duties right now."
I had tried to dissemble and play dumb, but to no avail.
I was aghast! What had I been thrust into? Never would I
have ever daydreamed, or imagined, that I would want the
familiarity of Master Mike. He was cruel. He was cold
and merciless. Oh, God. Please let me get back to him. I
will let him pile drive me, and drink his piss for a
chilled beverage without complaining.
In spite of every lightning clicking of my mind , I saw
no way out and in less than a minute I was on my knees
giving him head. I could feel his large penis expand
when after a minute he grabbed me by the back of my head
and pushed it down my throat. I tried a desperate
throat-closing squeeze of the lower throat muscles,
however he was not to be denied.
He grunted and leaned forward as his dick slipped into
the warm soft confines of the back of my throat. I tried
to scuffle around on the floor to get away from the full
length of his now fully swollen dick, however my
struggles for breath and life were ignored.
I could feel my lower throat giving way. In a life
saving gesture I swallowed his whole dick without any
more compunction. He grunted with satisfaction as he
felt his sword breach my innermost defenses. His face
had reddened and his eyes glistened as he now assumed
full control over my head.
Somehow his large dick filling my throat, controlling my
very life, seemed to give final release to my real
subservient nature that lay deeply masked inside. Yes,
master. I am yours to do with as you please. Please
allow me life, master. I am sure that he could read the
plea in my eyes, as I groveled on my knees before him.
A second later I could feel his hot semen gushing down
my throat. I tried to pull back but he held me until the
last dregs had drained into my body. Then, and only
then, with a leisurely 'drag' he slowly pulled his
softening dick from my mouth. I licked it clean as he
sneered into my eyes.
"Now get you ass up there by the ramp door and direct
peoples cars to the right spot. And, by the way, coon,
every night before you clock out.just stop by the office
here just in case I might want to use them nigger lips."
He leered at me as I exited the door and headed for the
seat at the bottom of the main entrance ramp.
My mind was all in a whirl all afternoon. How was I
going to get out of this? I had to get out of this! I
did as he said and for the first couple hours and all
went well. About three in the afternoon two nondescript
looking men turned off the street into the head of the
down ramp. I started to get a funny feeling when I saw
the two men turn the corner at street level and start
down the ramp.
As they got closer I could see that they were about the
most evil looking pair that I had ever seen. The larger
one had huge hands that were right now partly balled up
into large hanging appendages that could quickly be
contracted into mauling machines. He had large, clear
gray eyes that seemed to roam here and there constantly
as he came closer. They didn't seem to, somehow, possess
or shed any human light.
I was reminded of the watchfulness and stealth of a big
cat. The shorter one was a muscular piece with twisted,
knotted features and an evil squint to his eyes. I sat
up straighter in my chair and hoped against hope that
this was not what it looked like. They looked like
lumberjacks that had somehow gotten lost in the city.
But I knew they were not to lost when the tall one
stopped in front of where I was sitting and said, "Stand
up, boy!"
I tried being stupid but it didn't work.
"What happened, boss," I said as I half stumbled to my
feet.
What's your name, boy?
"George, sir." I knew better than to attempt any further
dissembling. Their stares, and the closeness which they
stood pressing me back against my chair and the wall
told the story.
"George, what."
I gave in without a fight. I hung my head and said
softly, "Nigger, George, sir." I thought that he might
not hear it, but a slight smile brightened the otherwise
somber face of the larger man as he pointed to a dark
cul-de-sac directly in back of where I had been sitting.
"Suh I can't go back there," I said, my voice slightly
squeaking. Neither one of them paid any mind to that.
Without warning, the large ones hand flashed out. Like I
have said before, unfortunately I am a small Negro,
having taken after my mother more than my father. There
is no use lying about it, when that hand hit me I saw
stars. I came back to my senses on my belly... a few
feet closer to the dark hole that he had pointed to.
"Crawl," he said.
There was no fight left in me. I immediately began to
crawl toward the spot he directed. It was about thirty
feet from the bottom of the ramp entrance and formed a
natural dark spot in the overall rather dingily lit
garage. I pretty soon found myself behind a large
caravan type motorcar that had been permanently parked
there for a while.
As I turned to look back I couldn't see any of the ramp
or street entrance, and my heart fell. When they both
stepped around the car--I knew that the game was up and
raised my self from my belly to my knees, waiting. The
larger one began fumbling with the buttons on his fly. I
looked from one to the other. I have no idea how I
looked to them. It must have been surreal as I knelt
there on my knees, eyes bugging out of my head as I
gazed at the large endowment that he pulled from his
clothes. He said only one word..
"Suck."
The strong smell of dried urine assailed my nostrils as
I moved closer to him. Trying to control the look of
distaste that tried to form. I fixed a glazed smile on
my face as I moved my head forward and took the large
bulbous head of his dick into my mouth. It seemed to
signal that one phase was over and another was
beginning. He gave a grunt of satisfaction as his huge
hands enveloped my head and he began to pound his dick
in and out of my mouth.
"I tell you Will, if there is anything better than
nigger head I haven't found it. We got to thank Mike for
this."
There was no doubt now that master Mike had made good on
his promise, and sent them. Mike had first made me his
whore when two hillbilly deputies had laughingly thrown
me into his cell while I was on a ten day DWI sentence.
"Here's a little coon fer' you, Mike."
As I was shoved through the door of the small cell, I
got my first glimpse of its current occupant. There was
hardly any way to escape it. He stood at least 6" 4',
and was standing right in the middle of the room. He was
as mean a looking piece of white meat as I had lain my
eyes on lately. I knew instantly not to say anything to
aggravate him as he began to scream at the two deputies.
"Why the hell you guys put a nigger in here? You know I
don't like niggers. Not even a little nigger, like this
'un, here."
"Aw' now, Mike. You might As well as just soften him up.
Only going to' be in here 10 days. Why, it's almost nine
days already, said the skinny red faced one with a loud
guffaw as they went out the door.
Suffice it to say that within the ten-day period he had
forced me into sucking him off, drinking his piss and
sucking out his asshole. All this while reciting a
litany of nigger, coon , jungle-bunny, etc. I had given
a weak resistance at first, just from the sheer horror
of Mike's requests.
I especially didn't enjoy laying in bed tonguing his
asshole until he went to sleep. But quickly and
efficiently he had wore all resistance down. By the
second day he had me licking his feet and sucking his
big toe, which he loved comparing to the size of my
small dick-all the while reviling me with any demeaning
nigger names that he could think up. The last night was
sheer torture but thanks be to glory I was released in
the morning.
I had been out about two weeks, and settling back at my
into my routine when Mike showed up, and knocked on the
door..
"Thought you had got away from me, didn't you boy"?
"M-Mi-Mike! What are you doing here, I stuttered! I was
aghast. How had he found me. What was I to do. I thought
it best to put up a strong front.
"Well," I squeaked. My voice had gone. It was the total
fear. "You have to leave, Mike. I mean I'll forgive you
about the jail. But this ain't jail. I'm a free man. You
have to leave or I'll call a cop."
Mike pushed his way roughly past me at the door and took
a step into my apartment. Grabbing me by the neck, his
one hand almost encircled it entirely. As he began to
squeeze my eyes slowly began bulging out of my head. I
was near to blacking out when he started speaking.
"No, you're not gonna' call a cop. You know that. Don't
you? What you are gonna do is fix me some breakfast like
a good little wife. Ain't that right?"
I tried to nod my head yes. All thoughts of escape and
help had faded from my mind as he increased the pressure
on my windpipe. I wheezed and choked as he lessened the
pressure on my throat. When he finally let go I slumped
to the floor coughing, only to be roused by a kick in
the ribs that sent me scurrying about the apartment to
fix him some breakfast.
In ten minutes I had eggs, ham, toast and coffee on the
table in front of him. He made me stand at the side of
the table while he ate, occasionally asking for
something. Ten minutes after he finished eating I was on
my knees sucking him off. He came in my mouth, pushed me
from him and in ten minutes was snoring steadily.
It didn't take long for the former routine to return.
Within a week I was serving him as before. Now that he
had moved into my apartment and broken me with beatings
and tortures...it had released my hidden soul.
The truth was that a white dick is the first that I was
forced to suck. I was nine...and an older white boy had
me drinking his cum until I was twelve. Thereafter dicks
followed dicks. He sold me to his friends, his brothers,
even casual passersby..and, lo and behold, all the dicks
were white! I had slunk around in life sucking such
white dicks as happened to fall my way... You know,
finally converted into one of them 'undercover fags',
hiding my desire for white cum until Mike had so imposed
his will upon me and outted me, so that I now had become
his public piece of shit.
I was trying my best to not let my past overcome me,
however these two bimbos were just careless enough to
set me off. It's the routineness of the act that totally
strips it of any except the utilitarian aspects of the
matter and makes it so horrible, yet inviting. That is,
that the masters.must cum, and slaves must drink it all.
By now the little one had removed all my clothes. It had
taken some turning and twisting as all the time the
first one did not relinquish his hold upon my head, but
continued stretching my mouth and pushing his dick down
my throat. My sleek skin glistened in the weak light as
I squirmed on the hood in a wash of fear and excitement
all the while casting fear distended eyes at my captors.
Sure enough, the little ones eyes roved over my thin,
but shapely form.
"By jacks, he says, this nigger boy looks good."
His hand reached out and began to fondle my pert little
titty nipples that had swelled and hardened from the
excitement of being carelessly used by these two men who
seemed to care nothing about me except the use that they
might get from me. I have to say I believe that I almost
was born a girl. My nice little nipples were just the
size for fondling and squeezing. When he had played with
them enough, while making lewd comments, (why these
titties is almost like girls) he began to stroke his
large dick while a glow of excitement, for the first
time, began to dawn on his face.
I felt fear of what was coming as I saw him dip his hand
into a grease can that just happened to be sitting
conveniently by the wall. He began to rub the slightly
dirty oil on his hardened dick and dig his two fingers
in my anus. No action could have told the true condition
of my servitude any more than this. He dug his fingers
into my ass like he owned it-and he did. I gave in,
grunted and began to hump his hand with my ass. I was
ashamed, but the moment was too much for me.
"By cracks, says the little one, this little girl is
starting to get into it. Ah-m gonna' enjoy this.
"Yes. You better get your pecker to working, Shorty,
This nigger head is good."
His words came as he angled to get his piece of meat
down my throat. He had a large dick, larger than any
white man was suppose to have. I struggled to keep him
out of my throat, pulling back when I could fake
gagging, but it did no good. I could see his face. First
it got redder and redder as he worked to get his cum
near the top. As it started to get there.the color
started to recede from his cheeks.
It was a moment to late when I realized that the blood
was draining to his dick for the push. I had gotten use
to the pressure at the back of my mouth and had so far
kept him out of my throat, but suddenly he gave a
twisting lunge and my mouth gaped and I could feel his
huge appendage slide to the hilt in my throat. To an
outsider viewing the scene flat out, it would have to
appear bizarre. There I was, a small skinny Negro,
flopped out over a car hood . Not much of my naked body
could be seen as the rape was now on in earnest.
It was all I could do not to scream loud enough to be
heard as the little one, without even the compunction of
much pre-play, positioned himself to enter my anus. As
it was, my eyes were bulging and a muffled scream of
fear that I couldn't contain was slowly starting to
dribble out.
I struggled to keep sucking the large masters dick while
the little one--who had been dawdling about my backside-
- kneading the buns, greasing--suddenly placed the head
of his dick on my brown eye and pressed forward past my
sphincter muscle and froze me in agony as his large tool
slipped deep into my asshole in one massive stroke. At
the same time he viciously twisted my nipples.
I tried to scream which only produced a gurgling sound
around the large ones dick, and opened my throat up for
the final invasion. He took advantage of the moment and
grunted as the head of his dick slipped past the opening
of my esosophagus and buried itself deep in the
enveloping folds of soft warm flesh that made up the
lower regions of my throat..
What I felt cannot adequately be described. My nose,
once again, was buried in the hair surrounding the base
of a white mans dick. It was all I could do to gasp a
whiff of air as the assault neared its end. I struggled
to look at my tormentors face. For a moment the one with
the dick down my throat must have caught sight of my
distorted face and bulging, pleading eyes, because on a
backstroke he pulled his dick from my mouth with a
slippery wet 'pop'. I immediately began to throw up and
try to suck air at the same time. It was a nasty mess,
but somehow I managed to get air. I must have looked a
fright.
"Please," I began to beg as soon as I could talk. Oh,
don't kill me. Please, let me breathe."
The large cruel looking one pulled me up on the hood of
the car, closer to him.
"Open your mouth," he said.
Not knowing what was coming and hardly caring about
anything except breathing, I did as he said. I am sure
that the sight was incredible as I lay straining upward
toward him on the hood of the car with my mouth open
while the little one increased his ministrations and
reamed my ass with steady deep strokes. All fight had
been removed from me. The large one who held me in his
grasp on the car, leaned forward, and gave a ha-rr-g,
and spit the resulting lugie into my mouth. I knew to
swallow without complaint.
"How's that, boy?"
"Good, master, I said."
I knew better than to complain. He just grabbed my head
as though it belonged to him ( in truth, right now, it
did) and stuck his dick back down my throat. This time
it took only two thrusts to do it as all resistance was
gone from me.
I could feel my throat muscles trembling around his dick
as I maintain my struggle to let a little air slip
around the cracks and crannies that existed momentarily
on his thrusts. I could tell that he was getting off on
almost strangling me as the movement of my throat
muscles started building him toward a climax. With a
sudden grunt, he leaned all 240 pounds of himself
against my head. There was no breath, no sight.
All of a sudden I had become merely a receptacle for his
hot, thick semen that began to pour from his dick like a
river. I swallowed all I could swallow, but not having
anywhere else to go the extra jism began to squeeze
itself out my nose and dribble out of the corners of my
mouth. At the same time the little one gave a final
lunge and I could feel his hot jism filling the
innermost secret places of my anus. My asshole seemed to
be stretched beyond any hope of ever resuming its former
shape.
I lay almost as dead. I made no movement. As the cum
drained into both holes of my body I knew for sure now,
that I was a white man's thing. Somehow, I now felt
almost at peace. Now that it was over they were almost
gentle. The big one slowly pulled his dick out of my
mouth. Cum dribbled everywhere and a long string of cum
and saliva trailed from my mouth to his dick. The pint-
sized dynamo slowly slid his long, limp dick from my
asshole.
"Clean it," he said, matter-of-factly. I dutifully
licked cum and shit from his appendage, and deep
throated him to drain the last of the cum from his
scrotal sac. There was no more fight left in me.
For the first time... a chilly smile flickered across
his face.
"Not bad, boy. We'll tell your master that you obeyed.
You ought to be gittin' a little company over here from
now on as we spread the word around."
I listened in horror. No! I had to convince Mike. Not
just anybody in from the street!
And, don't forget to suck the garage mans dick,
now.before you head back to your duties, said the tall
one. He gave a lewd wink at the shock on my face at them
knowing everything.
To be continued: Next episode: "The Garage Man's Dick."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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