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Black Teen Masters - 2
by Maritimesub (maritimesub@hotmail.com)

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The four black teens are now ready to increase their 
white captive's humiliation. (MM/M, nc, rp, mast, oral, 
anal, intr, br, tor)

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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. I thought my cock 
would explode on its own just thinking about what they 
might have in store for me.

"Let's make sure you understand the rules pretty boy," 
sneered Jackson as Curtis dropped the whip and began 
caressing my ass cheeks with his hands. "We own you 
now. You speak only when spoken to from now on and when 
you do speak you call each of us Master. You do 
anything we command you to do without question, just 
like you do for Kyle and Brad. You got that, slaveboy?"

Yes, M-Master," I groaned. "Please, I won't give you 
any trouble. I'll do anything the four of you want."

"You know we'll punish you if you disobey any of us or 
do anything to displease us, slaveboy?" queried Lee.

Yes, Master."  I moaned.

The teens smiled at each other as they once again 
stepped back to admire their handiwork, every muscle in 
my body straining and ripped and my cock standing at 
full attention, much to the delight and amusement of 
all four of my tormentors. "What a fucking faggot," Lee 
said, tweaking my nipples, bringing a twitching 
response from me. "Just look at that cock. He's hard as 
a rock." 

The teens then released me from my bindings and I 
collapsed in a heap at their feet.

"Stand up slaveboy," commanded Curtis. I slowly, 
painfully struggled to my feet, covering my genitals 
with my hands in a futile effort to regain some 
modesty. "Hands behind your back" I stood before Curtis 
with my hands obediently crossed together behind my 
back while Tyrone quickly lashed my wrists together 
with a leather strip. Lee then tied two thin rawhide 
strips tightly around each of my balls. Each free end 
dangled about 2 inches down from my balls with a small 
metal ring attached to both ends. Lee then took two 
more lengths of rawhide, each with a clasp on the end 
and attached one clasp to each ring. My humiliation was 
about to get intense.

"On your feet, slave," Lee hissed. I obediently stood. 
"We're going to play horsy, now slaveboy, and guess 
what I'm gonna use for reins" Lee laughed as he pulled 
the left strip around behind to my left and the right 
around my right. I was now effectively ball reined and 
Lee would use the rains to control my every move. Giddy 
up boy," commanded Lee tugging hard on each rein. 

Incredibly my cock was jutting out at full attention 
much to my embarrassment. This, of course brought an 
immediate chorus of taunts and laughter from my young 
black captors, obviously pleased with the site of me 
being force marched along ahead of Lee like some 
stallion race horse, naked, hands bound behind my back, 
sweat soaked, muscles straining. 

After a few cruelly painful yanks of my ball reins I 
learned that a short hard pull meant move forward, a 
longer hard tug meant stop, a still longer pull meant 
back up and a left or right yank meant turn. It was 
absolutely the most humiliating 15 minutes of my life 
as Lee paraded me around the room forcing me to keep my 
head up, chest out and wiggle my ass alternately 
marching me flatfooted, then up on my toes, then on my 
knees. 

The kneeling walk around was particularly humiliating 
and extremely uncomfortable as my young tormentors 
hooted, laughed, clapped, taunted and jeered me 
throughout my degrading ordeal. Lee finally forced me 
to march over to where his 3 cohorts were sitting on 
the couch, their ebony shirtless bodies dripping with 
sweat, their black teenaged cocks thick, hard and 
throbbing under their jeans in anticipation of the 
night's activities they had planned. 

And, incredibly, my own cock was equally as hard...

To be continued?

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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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