Lying back on my bed, watching the erotic, naughty images on my big screen tv against the wall, I moaned as I stroked my thick, 9 inch cock, feeling the engorged meat swell in my grip. I loved this part. I always got harder at this point in the video. It’s why I watched it so often, maybe more than any other in my rather extensive collection of interracial daddy/boy videos.
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My Black Boy - Part 1
Lying back on my bed, watching the erotic, naughty images on my big screen tv against the wall, I moaned as I stroked my thick, 9 inch cock, feeling the engorged meat swell in my grip. I loved this part. I always got harder at this point in the video. It’s why I watched it so often, maybe more than any other in my rather extensive collection of interracial daddy/boy videos.
Nothing turned me on more than watching a dominant white top daddy use and abuse a submissive black boy. They featured black boys, who still couldn’t legally drink, treated as if they were little more than slaves, brutally and sexually violated by aggressive adult white men who were their masters.
I’d fucked, used and abused a lot of black asses over the years, filling their butts with buckets of my scalding white cum, but it was never anything lasting. I wanted one young enough that I could train to be my perfect little black sub bottom to perform my every perverted will. Service my fat white dick, take my thick loads in his mouth and ass whenever I wanted. Bathe in my piss or even drink it right from the tap. And if he didn’t do what I wanted when I wanted he’d get my hand or paddle or a crop to his tight dark ass until it was red and stinging. Hell, he’d get that anyway.
Punishment was a necessary component in training a slave. They needed to learn their place and I loved teaching them. Bondage was an important component of my slave training, along with the liberal use of whips, handcuffs, ball gags, butt plugs, chastity belts --- all my favorite fun toys to leave my dark skinned sub boys helpless and under my control.
And while I didn’t do it a lot, sometimes it was fun to keep my slave zoned out on the right chemical mix for the times when I really wanted him pliable and helpless to fight back as I really went crazy on him. I had a lot of dark and depraved ideas of what I wanted to do to a black boy. More perverted and twisted than I’d seen in any video.
On the video a husky bearded white man turned the skinny black teen from the fat cock he’d been nursing with his tiny mouth. He now had the boy’s black bubble butt ass before him, the camera was focused on the boy’s tiny dark hole. The white man’s meaty, iron hard rod seemed to jump in anticipation of penetrating the small gap.
A thick ooze of precome beaded on the fat head of the master’s dick. The man swiped the pearl of jizz onto his finger and shoved his digits into the boy’s mouth to suckle, which he did without hesitating. A good boy never refused his master’s cum. A good boy never refused his master anything. Not unless he wanted to be very sorry.
“Good boy, you like your master’s juice don’t you?” the man asked as he squirted lube on his dick and began to slicken it up.
“Yes sir.” The boy replied in a squeaky, high pitched voice.
He made sure the boy’s hole got plenty of lube as well, his slick thick finger punching in and out of the boy’s tight dark ring of pleasure. The boy groaned under the penetration, arching his back as his master gave him another finger or two to stretch out that boy hole.
“Look at you, you fucking little whore.” He chuckled. “You can’t wait for my cock, can’t you? This black butt can never have enough of his master’s white dick. Hell, you’ll take any dick as long as it’s big and white, won’t you boy?”
“Yes, sir.” He nodded, grinding his ass as the man’s fingers pressed deeper into his butt.
“Well, you’re going to get plenty of that before we are done.” The man promised, his voice taking on a sinister tone. “I got some big cocked friends who are going to have a crack at that ass tonight. Would you like that? Do you want lots of big white cocks to leave cum in your ass and mouth?”
“I would love that sir.” The boy said. “I always love servicing your friends.”
“Not always.” The master chuckled. “I know some of them can be a little rough and I know you don’t always like it rough. But then they like it rough and so do I. And none of us really give a fuck what you like.”
“All I want to do is please your sir.” The boy said. “You and your friends.”
“Good boy.” The master said. “That the right attitude.”
While the man’s face couldn’t be seen, the camera revealed a husky, hairy frame, thick muscular legs and thighs. He wore a grungy, cum and piss stained jockstrap from which his heavy meat pointed up and out. His man piece was a decent size, maybe 7 inches or so, plenty enough to fill a black sub’s cock loving ass.
But his shaft certainly was not as long as mine or as thick as the nine hard inches I stroked. Nor did he have a big shiny Prince Albert at the end of my dick like I did. I loved my PA. Not only did it look hot hanging on the end of my piece, I loved the feel of it as it slid up an ass. It certainly got the attention of the bottoms I fucked, not that my big meat didn’t already. This big cock, not to mention my PA was plenty for a sub bottom to handle, hence the training.
I was careful, patient with my slave in training. He’d learn now to suck my cock to my satisfaction. And I’d prepare his tight ass with fingers, dildos and butt plugs until he was ready for all 9 inches of my dick. I could be patient. After all, I’d want to fuck him more than once. A lot more.
Besides, I loved training sub bottoms. Putting them through their harsh and painful paces of discipline and punishment would keep my dick hard and dripping until I was ready to fuck them.
In the video, the man lined his slick cock to the boy's wet hole and without hesitation or gentleness, jammed the fat head into the dark ring. The boy yelped in surprise and pain and jerked away. The man’s cock slipped out of the hole. Growling in anger, the man slapped the sub’s black ass sharply.
“Turn around!” He ordered. And the boy instantly obeyed to face his master.
“What in the hell do you think you are doing, boy?” He shouted, towering over his slave.
“It hurt and I just....” The boy stammered, his eyes round with terror.
“I don’t give a damn if it hurt! This isn’t about you. Nobody gives a fuck what you want. How many times do I need to teach you that?” He yelled, jamming several fingers in the boy’s butt and stabbing them in and out harshly. “That is my ass... my hole. Whether it’s a cock or a dildo or my goddamn fist, you know that if it hurts, you just take it like a fucking bottom boy is supposed to.”
“I know.” He whimpered, tears glistening in his eyes as he winced and grimaced under the harsh finger fucking. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“I don’t give a fuck if you’re sorry.” The man snarled. “You are here to satisfy this.”
He pointed to his cock, which seemed thicker and harder than a minute ago. Standing at attention between his legs, it oozed precome, which drizzled down the shaft. The man in the video loved yelling at and humiliating and abusing the black boy. I didn’t blame him. It was almost as hot the fucking that was about to come.
“You don’t pull away from this.” He slapped the heavy rod against his hand. “This cock is why you exist. Satisfying it is the only thing you’re good for. Otherwise I have no use for you.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, his rod was pointing straight up between this heavy thighs.
“Now get over here.” He ordered, stomping his foot on the ground when the boy hesitated briefly. “Get over here now!”
The boy dutifully stretched out onto the bed, his head in the man’s lap. While his eyes were full of fear, he didn’t hesitate to take the raging hard white cock into his mouth, sucking it. With one hand. the man palmed the back of the boys head and began pumping his cock into the boy’s mouth.
”Suck my dick, bitch!” An iron grip on the boy’s head, he forced every inch of his dick down the boy’s throat. He heard the boy choke and gasp as his face was pressed into the man’s hairy crotch. He grinned, enjoying hearing the boy struggle for air. “Suck it damn it!”
As he continued to force the boy to give him a wet blowjob, his other hand reached into the bedside table drawer and pulled out a crop. He swiftly brought it firmly down on the boy’s ass. The boy jerked and started to pull off the cock, but the man smacked him on his butt again.
“Keep sucking boy.” He ordered. “That dick is all you need to worry about right now.”
The man continued smacking the boy on the ass with the crop while keeping a firm grip on the boy’s head and jamming his dick in out of the boy’s mouth ruthlessly. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
“You don’t ever pull away from my dick, do you hear me?” He said, continuing to redden the boy’s ass with the smacking of the crop while he forced the boy deeper and deeper onto his dick. “You don’t ever pull away!”
He could hear the boy whimper around as he continued to suck. A few more solid smacks and you could hear the boy start to sob, but he didn’t take the cock out of his mouth. Laughing, the man tossed aside the crop and grinned at the bright red color the boy’s ass had taken as the camera focused on it. I loved spanking. A bright red ass was a beautiful sight. It made them perfect for what came next.
He pulled the boy off his cock and tossed him on the bed, face down, his little red ass in the air. The man stroked his slick cock and mounted the sub. If he hadn’t been gentle before, he was worse this time, shoving his entire piece in the boy’s hole. The camera closed in as every inch of the big cock quickly disappeared in the boy’s butt. The boy howled, squirming under his master’s bulk.
“I tried to take it easy on your ass, but you can never do you’re supposed to do.” He scolded, though, like me, the man in the video was thrilled with the way things turned out. The rougher the harder the fuck the more this top man liked it. I know I did.
I stroked my dick as the man pulled the boy to his knees and began fucking him hard, his heavy balls smacking the boy’s ass. The man added a few slaps the boy’s butt as he long dicked his little hole.
“How does that feel boy?” The man asked. “Your black ass likes my white dick, doesn’t it boy?”
The boy didn’t answer, just groaned and grunted and grimaced as the big rod assailed his ass. The man smacked his ass again.
“Answer me, boy!”. The man ordered. “Your ass likes my white dick doesn’t it? Doesn’t it!”
“Yes, sir!” The boy was able to eke out between gasps. The camera panned down and saw the boy’s little dick was rock hard, jerking back and forth between his tiny thighs.
The boy loved being fucked so brutally. This boy loved his white master and loved his white dick. In the series of videos I had watched, whether the man spanked the boy, tied him down, put him in a ball gag, put weight on his tiny balls, the little bottom always got a hard cock when that white meat was reaming his ass. The slave came, whining and crying, his slender body quivering in ecstasy. Beads of watery cum stained the bedsheets.
“There you go, boy, there you go.” The man said. “That white dick always gives your ass what you need. Now why would you pull away from it?”
The man flipped the boy over and pinned the sub’s shoulders to his knees. The boy’s ass arched and the camera focused on the gaping dark hole wet with pre-com, spit and lube. The man aimed his dick at the hole and groaned in pleasure as his cock sank into the gap. The man’s bulky frame body covered the sub, whose legs flailed as that man’s chunky ass pumped fast and hard.
The boy’s tear-streaked face filled the camera, a mix of pleasure, need, want and fear. The man bent over and jammed his tongue down the boy’s throat in a brutal, dominant kiss. He continued fucking him and fucking him, harder and faster, starting to moan and groan loudly. Another five minutes of hard banging passed and the man cried out in ecstasy as he pumped his hips even harder, unloading his cum into the boy’s ass.
“Yeah!” He cried, slapping the boy and spitting in his face. “That ass is mine, damn it! That ass is mine!”
He had several more hard pumps before pulling his dick, now slick with cum out of the boy’s ass. He then straddled the sub, the creamy dick headed for the slave’s mouth. The slave opened his mouth and the man shoved his cock right in, pumping the boy’s face as hard as he’d fucked his ass.
“Clean it!” He ordered. “Clean your man’s dick. You know what you’re supposed to do.”
As the boy dutifully began to clean the cock, I continued to stroke my own and felt the jizz start to boil in my balls. I fondled my nuts with my other hand as my release came closer. I was almost at the edge of a sweet, sweet cum --- and it was all interrupted by a knock at the door.
I could practically feel the thick white cum about to spurt out of my rock hard dick, but the knocking at the door continue to interrupt and left me at the verge of ecstasy. Never the less I kept stroking my rod, trying to block the nose, but the knocking persisted, becoming more rapid, not less. Whoever was at my door wanted to be heard. But I had no idea who could be.
I wasn’t expecting anyone. And if I were they would have been announced -- unless they were able to slip past the doorman. That was certainly a possibility. The Latino kid who was at the door was cute, hung like a bull and loved to take big cock up his tight little ass and have it filled with jizz, but he wasn’t going to win employee of the month.
Whoever it was wasn’t going to go away. I couldn't imagine who it could be. As much as I would enjoy sticking my dick in a tight ass right now, I didn’t have any tricks coming over. And my connection couldn’t drop by until tomorrow, not that I already didn't have plenty of party tools to play with already.
But whoever was at the door wasn’t going to go anywhere. They were awfully persistent. I guess I was going to have to deal with whoever it was. I grabbed my jeans where they lie in a corner on the floor and yanked on the worn pair of Levi’s. I didn’t bother to put a shirt on. I wasn’t shy about my body as I jogged through the neighbourhood everyday without a shirt so it’s not like everybody in the building hadn’t already had the pleasure of checking out my hairy, muscular chest.
And that, along with running in clingy shorts got me plenty of looks, especially since I only wore a jock under my shorts and there was no hiding how hung I was. As much has I loved my big dick and boy did I love it, I was more than that, not to be bragging (or maybe I was) everything else came in a nice package. I was lucky enough to be aging well.
I was in my mid 40’s, and at 6’2” I had the square jawed rugged good looks and dark brown eyes that drew in so many men to my bed. My salt and pepper colored hair was close cropped and well kept up. The running kept my body lean and tight and a little bit of lifting gave me nice arms and pecs. I was fucking hot. Some might say I had a bit of an ego, but facts were facts.
So I answered my door in just my favorite pair of tight jeans, not realizing I hadn’t buttoned all the way up so you could still see the top of my black crotch hairs. Again, I really wasn’t bothered. Half of the men in this building were queers that I’d fucked so hey’d already gotten a close up look at my package. And the other half, I didn’t care about. And once I opened the door, I definitely didn’t give a damn. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was as if my dreams were suddenly a wonderful reality.
A little skinny black kid stood at my door, looking up at me with a pair of warm brown eyes. He looked like he was barely out of puberty but the light dusting of hair on his baby face told me was older than he looked. He had skin the color of dark chocolate, his short black hair was curly. He had a delicious set of full and plump lips, which came to a few inches above crotch. And all I could think of them wrapped around my fat cock. My dick got harder, thickened in my tight jeans. Not that my bulge wasn't obvious already, but there was no way this kid could miss it.
He was the perfect little black sub of my desires and fantasies. It was all I could do to drag him into my apartment, tying him down to my bed and doing awful, horrible, prevented things to him. But damn would it feel good.
But it was unlikely this kid was here to satisfy the needs that burned in me like a wildfire. I’m sure it was for much more benign reasons.
“What are you doing here, boy? I asked gruffly as my hand slipped down to my waist, my thumb hooking into a belt loop. The rest of my fingertips dangled near my nuts. “What do you want?”
He stammered, the question hanging in the air. His eyes fell upon my bulging crotch and then up at me. The kid had a hungry look in his eyes. And there was a lump in his knee length shorts. I’d seen that look before. He wanted my cock. The little black bitch wanted it.
“I’m staying with my Uncle Jason.” He nodded at the apartment across the hallway.
“Yeah?” I asked. I didn’t know the guy across the street, only seen him a few times when he was going off to work. Suit and tie guy, 40 something. Good looking, nice build. But since he never looked my way, I just assumed he was straight.
“He was supposed to be home from work by now, but he’s not.” The boy explained. “Can I use your phone and find out when he’ll be home?”
“Sure.” I nodded as the kid continued to stare at my crotch. Just him looking at it with those curious, hungry eyes made it thicken and grow. “Come on in.”
He walked in and I grinned as I check out his backside. What a nice little bubble butt he had. I wondered how my dick would look in it. As I closed the door to my apartment, I knew that no matter what it took, I was going to find out.