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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 26