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Black Teen Masters
by Maritimesub (address withheld)
***
A young white male arrives for his regular tutoring
session only to find his 4 black teen students have
something else on their minds - sexual slavery. (MM+/M,
nc, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal, bd, tor, intr)
***
My name is Ryan. I'm a 22 year old university student,
5'8", 160 lbs, blonde hair and reasonably athletic
(swim team member). I have a great looking girlfriend
and am 100% straight with no experience in any way with
another male. Four guys in particular - four black
teens, all 18 year old freshmen at my university -
would soon change all that.
I arrived at their place for my usual tutoring session
to help them in math, Kyle, Tyrone, Lee and Jackson.
Nothing seemed unusual until they suddenly pounced on
me. I landed hard on the floor, pinned face down. A rag
was used to gag me and they tied my hands behind my
back, tied my legs and ankles then blindfolded me. I
tried to struggle and fight back, but I was dazed and
still gasped for breath. I tried to yell, and arched my
body to break free.
They dragged me down to the basement. Why were they
doing this? I gasped. Someone's hand was touching my
lower leg, and slowly, very slowly making its way up my
thigh over my jeans.
"WHAAATHEFFFFK?" I tried to yell, my voice muffled by
the gag. My god I thought. What was happening?
Then another hand - and then another, began slowly
touching my thighs. I moaned, and tried to move away. I
tried cursing them, telling them to stop, but the gag
muffled my protests, and I was too tied up to move
much. My body tensed involuntarily again and again from
the touching. One of them grabbed my crotch through my
jeans and underwear, and then pressed hard, grabbing
and yanking at my inexplicably hard cock.
I was starting to sweat from my exertion. I struggled
little, but I felt confused at what was happening to my
own cock as it continued to grow under the rough
rubbing. One of them laughed and started taunting me
about my now fully hard cock.
My gag was taken off suddenly. I gasped for air, the
light temporarily blinding me. I stared back at the
four black faces staring at me.
"Whaa... what do you guys want... let me let me go...
now..." I said, trying to sound unafraid and in
command. I was still lying on the floor, my arms tied
behind my back and my legs and ankles tied. I could
barely move.
"Shut the fuck up white boy... shut the fuck up now,"
Kyle snapped back. "Or you'll be sorry!"
"NO! I WON'T! LET ME THE FUCK GO NOW!" I yelled,
struggling to stand up, "I said LET ME..." But before I
could finish or say another word, I was slapped in the
face.
Kyle nodded to Jackson and Tyrone, "Get whitey strung
up, we're gonna whip him!"
Not comprehending what that meant - but afraid now, I
starting yelling, "NO! NO! NO!"
I struggled and tried to kick Jackson and Tyrone, but I
could not break the restraints. They then carried me,
squirming to break free, to the center of the room.
Holding me, they untied my wrists then retied them to
two separate eye bolts in an overhead beam with soft
rope pulling hard until my arms were stretched as far
apart as possible.
Next they tied my ankles in a similar manner to two eye
bolts in the floor pulling my legs wide apart until I
thought I would be split in two. They tied me up so
tightly I could barely move - spread-eagled before my
captors. I was terrified now of what would happen next
and yet strangely excited - and I remembered now Kyle's
taunt that I would be "whipped".
"Okay, Tyrone, do your thing," ordered Kyle.
Tyrone stepped forward facing me. I could only stare
back at the black teen now grinning evilly at me. He
looked more 14 than 18, and to my horror he was holding
a 6" knife in his right hand. "Let's see what you got
for us, college boy," smirked the knife-wielding kid.
Tyrone brought the knife down, cutting my shirt down
the front. A few more quick cuts at the arms and the
shirt fell to the ground. Lee and Kyle meanwhile were
pulling off my sneakers, then my socks tossing them
across the room along with my tattered shirt. I hung,
spread-eagled, shirtless and barefoot in my jeans
before my four teenage captors, I moaned in
humiliation.
Tyrone merely smiled cruelly, and, grabbing the bottom
of my right pants leg sliced all the way up through to
the waistband. He then made the same motion with the
knife up the other pants leg. Two more swift slices and
my jeans fell in a torn heap below my feet where they,
too, were tossed into the corner.
Clad now in nothing but a pair of red bikini briefs
before the four young blacks, my embarrassment and fear
began to increase. With a huge grin on his face, Lee
grabbed hold of the top of my bikini briefs and with
one quick pull literally tore the remaining garment
away from my body. Tears of humiliation began to stream
down my face as my four captors again stepped back to
admire their handiwork.
I was stretched taut and wide, unable to do anything to
hide my nakedness, straining against my bonds. Even
more humiliating was the fact that my cock was fully
erect and actually bouncing up and down as I struggled
futiley. The four grinning black teens were obviously
pleased with what they saw as they slowly encircled me.
They stepped closer to me and began running their hands
up and down my naked body. This couldn't be happening.
It just couldn't.
Hands began exploring my body, running over my stomach,
my back, my sides, caressing my chest, legs, ass and
even my cock and balls. Kyle and Tyrone stood in front
of me as Lee ran his hands over my ass, digging in with
his fingers until I yelped. He continued to massage
them. I struggled to escape but I was going nowhere.
Lee ran one finger up my ass-crack, chuckling as I
strained to pull away. The other hand drifted over the
mounds of my ass.
I quickly swallowed and began pleading, "Please, let me
go... I won't tell anyone... Why are you doing this?!"
At which the teens burst into laughter, as Lee grabbed
hold of my throbbing cock "Please... let me go..."
trying to sound like I meant it.
I stiffened, my trapped ass trying to jerk forward,
away from the threatening finger.
"No! Don't, please..."
I threw my head back and screamed as Lee's finger
forced its way into my virgin ass. My ass-cheeks
clenched as I tried to close my legs. All I did was
flex my asshole and grip Lee's finger tighter. "Nice
and tight," Lee informed me. "How does it feel?" he
asked chuckling. "My cock will feel even better in
there than my finger when the time comes. Man, just
take a look at this ass, guys. It's like two
grapefruits."
"Why are you doing this?" I suddenly blurted out. I was
scared, excited, humiliated.
"You're going to learn what it's like to be a slave,
college boy" Kyle Taunted.
"No! Don't, please..."
He just laughed and taunted me again, "You're mouth
says 'no' but your cock says 'yes' pretty boy, and
cocks don't lie... not that it matters."
The realization that I was actually getting turned on
suddenly hit me and I felt more humiliated than ever.
Before he could finish, I tried to spit at him yelling,
"FUCK YOU!"
Kyle smiled, moving up close to my face, and hissed.
"Whitey, I love it... I love that you're pretending to
resist..." He waved to Tyrone who quickly removed his
own wide leather belt from his jeans. "Look at this
guy. This'll be perfect for tanning his little white
ass."
"NO! NO!" I yelled, "PLEASE! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?
STOP! GODDAMN! FUCK! LET ME GO!" I yelled.
"Kyle, what about his dirty mouth? Gag him?" Jackson
asked "Nah, I wanna hear him scream, the fucker is
gonna scream."
I started to panic. I was tied, helpless and totally
exposed.
I still didn't believe I was going to be beaten with a
leather belt. I was trying to prepare for what was
going to come next. Part of me was starting to panic.
Another part was defiant. Another part was feeling
excited.
My four captors stared at me. Jackson snickered and
moved between my stretched out legs, and began fondling
my loose balls and still hard cock. I gasped at the
touch - and squirmed, moaning, "W-what are you doing?
Jesus!"
At that, Kyle, using a belt, slapped my stomach hard,
and then again. My body went rigid again, and I yelled,
"OH SHIT!" clenching my teeth, shaking my head back and
forth, yanking my restraints. They had tied me up so
tightly I could barely move - my body spread-eagled
before my captors. I was terrified now of what would
happen next. My entire body was now exposed completely
- and I remembered now Kyle's taunt that I would be
"whipped".
Five minutes passed. I almost lurched violently when I
heard a loud noise as Kyle deliberately hit the table
top with the belt.
I moaned and almost begged, "Oh please... don't!"
I was frightened, but tried hard to hide it. I could
only look back at them staring at me, ready to hurt me
in some way.
"Now white boy. Time to even up your tan."
I gasped, tears flowing from my eyes. I nodded, bowing
my head, trying to ready myself for the belt.
Kyle held the thick leather belt up for me to see,
wrapping the buckle end around his fist. The first blow
landed across my ass with a loud smack, causing me to
scream. There was no let up - Kyle whipped me 10 times.
I couldn't help it - I shrieked and shrieked, buckling
my body - the pain was too intense. My ass felt like it
was on fire. "RRAHAHAHHHHH!" I screamed.
Tyrone had his turn, using the belt, hitting me 10
times on my stomach, chest, legs, and my butt. This
time I muffled my screams, clenching my teeth moaning,
my body jerking and shaking each time I was whipped.
The tears flowed heavily now - the pain was so intense.
Lee was next. I could not believe it when I saw the
teen holding a cat o nine tails - and whipped me 10
times on the back, ass and lower legs, while I tensed
my body, shaking and shuddering, moaning, "Oh god, oh
god..."
I couldn't believe I could feel more pain - but each
time I felt the sting of belt or whip.
Jackson was last, using the cat o'nine for part of the
whipping - whipping me hard everywhere. He used the
belt for the final 10 lashings on my ass now on fire
from the beatings.
I was stunned. The whipping was intense but not nearly
as bad as I thought it would be. It was almost as if
they didn't really want to hurt me too much, but I was
terrified it wasn't over. I was completely helpless and
absolutely at the mercy of my four captors.
Tyrone and Lee smiled evilly almost, both of them
slapping me on my ass cheeks hard with the palms of
their hands. Tyrone whispered in my ear, "We're going
to fuck your little white ass, boy, but not 'til you
finish sucking our black cocks. You're going to serve
as our sex slave..." My body shuddered involuntarily,
and my eyes widened at the realization of what they had
planned for me. But with those words my entire body
began to shudder with excitement. My cock actually grew
hard again after having gone limp during the whipping
and was starting to leak pre-cum.
To further humiliate me, Kyle and Tyrone squatted near
Jackson, and they all talked loudly about my ass,
commenting on its roundness and tightness - the nice
halo of soft hair in my ass crack, fingering the crack
and cheeks as if I was nothing more than a piece of
meat for sale. Incredibly, though, my own cock
continued to betray me by remaining throbbing and
leaking.
"Please," I begged. "Please, no more. I'll do anything
you want. I promise I won't tell anyone about this.
Please!"
"You beg real nice," taunted Kyle. "We have all kinds
of fun and games planned for you pretty boy. You have
to spend a lot of time on your knees yet. You're going
to be our fucking slave for the whole of this tutoring
session and for the rest of them every Thursday
afternoon if we say so. You're gonna learn to suck
black cock like an expert. I fucking guarantee it."
The four teens were in their glory. Now they had me.
Now the real fun could begin. Now they could totally
humiliate me as they forced me to carry out there
utterly degrading commands, and they obviously intended
to use me in every way imaginable.
END
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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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