A Fantasy Realized… (Part 1)

It had always been his fantasy to be used by Men, specifically Black Men. Matt was reasonably popular and well liked at the Prep School he attended. He played soccer and tennis for the school team. He was not outwardly effeminate, but neither did he have a steady girlfriend. Matt was still very much a virgin in so many things.

Matt was also a typical boy. Now in his senior year and having turned 18 last month he was just a couple weeks away from graduation and acceptance at the University for the next term was a given. Matt was also a typical teenage raging hormone.

Matt like to surf the local chat sites, but was always to afraid to approach anyone. But his ever growing urges were getting the best of him… so much so that his fantasy was turning to an obsession. Then he saw a post that really caught his attention!

FOUR BLACK MEN

We are four black tops that are seeking a white bottom for once a month weekend play.  We all were in the joint together some time ago, and at that time had a white bottom in our cell that we immensely enjoyed.   We all have straight lives now, and discretion on your part is essential.   You must be white and into 100% service.  Younger the better, but will consider all.   Also, you need to have a high pain threshold, as we will play very very rough with you.   We may have several bitches that you will need to co-serve with.   Our cocks are:  2 – 9″,  1 – 10″, 1- 11″  All thick.   Be ready to rim, suck, be fisted and fucked.   Full toilet servitude may be a requirement (piss is for sure)  send your resume to me for review.  If you are a potential, we will provide you with instructions for service.  Must be able to travel for once a month play.   You should be OK with bruises and scars.  When you are used up, you will be discarded for another bitch.   Our call when we are done with your ass.

Matt was absolutely possessed by the personal ad from the moment he first read the words… and probably reread the message at least 30 times before he mustered the courage and sent a reply along with his picture.

It was a few days since Matt had sent his message. He had heard nothing and thought it was probably just as well… not likely real anyway. He was already focused and studying for finals anyway, so that took most of his time. Matt was having trouble this time; study was never a difficult thing for him, but he was having trouble concentrating. Unable to shake the words of the ad from his mind, he struggled and read and reread passages from his books trying to grasp the knowledge he needed to pass his finals. Then suddenly Matt’s computer chimed with a new message.

Matt didn’t think much of it… one of his friends, he thought, probably wants to play a game or go out somewhere and hang out. He needed a break anyway… he had his head in those books for hours already. But when Matt looked at the computer, he went limp, there it was, the message he had both wanted and dreaded. A message from the FOUR BLACK MEN and subject was simple and direct… “REPORT DATE”

Matt opened the message and read.

“Your petition has been reviewed and you have been selected to begin your service on Saturday 1 month from today. You are required to CLEAR YOUR SCHEDULE of ANY other commitments you have made previously and report freshly scrubbed and showered. You will wear only a sleeveless shirt, athletic pants and sneakers. NO OTHER CLOTHING IS PERMITTED – MAKE SURE YOU ADHERE TO THESE REQUIREMENTS.”

“Your service is NOT optional. A background investigation has been done and we have noted your personal information, your parents background and places of employment, and of your future plans for University. Should you FAIL TO REPORT AS ORDERED then this information will be used and your parents will learn about you as well as their employers and friends. We are sure you can understand and agree that your COMPLIANCE TO THIS DIRECTIVE IS MANDATORY!”

“GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR FINALS NEXT WEEK!”

Matt was in absolute shock. He could no longer concentrate or focus on his studies. Matt was having a mild panic attack about the whole situation. Had he put his whole family in some danger? How did they get this information? Matt’s mind was racing… and he found himself pacing in his bedroom back and forth. Then he noticed his reflection in the mirrored closet door… he had noticeably stained the pants he was wearing… he was leaking pre-cum uncontrollably and then all of sudden Matt realized he was actually getting a massive hard on.

Matt realized that he had actually found what he had always fantasized about. He quickly jumped on his bed and pushed off his pants and shorts and started to jack off in order to dispatch the erection before anyone else in the house noticed it. When he was done taking care of the immediate problem… Matt quickly took a shower and tried to get the stain out of his pants before his Mom would see it when she did the laundry. Matt thought about the email constantly… it was evident to him that he had gotten himself into this situation and he would have to take care of it himself as well… his parents could absolutely not ever know of his most intimate desire and fetish.

Matt continued to struggle with his studies for the rest of the weekend. Monday was the start of Finals Week… it was make or break for him and college… he knew he had to do well. His grades were essential to going to school next term.

Finals Week did NOT go well for Matt. Try as he might he struggled with the tests his teachers presented. Where did THIS come from? He thought he was thorough in his preparations… and yet, everything seemed about stuff he did not review. Matt also could not shake the words of the FOUR BLACK MEN “Your service is NOT optional…” These men had a plan for him… and then Matt would realize his cock would start getting hard again… OMG, this cannot be happening now Matt thought to himself.

The following week Matt’s worst fears came true. His test scores were posted and Matt did poorly in every class. He could not believe what he saw… he was screwed… he would have to take Summer School just to graduate now… and college, forget the University… they would not take him now… not with these grades.

Matt faced his parents with the news. Their faces were drawn and completely aghast at what their son was telling them. His dad was absolutely pissed. “How could you be so be absolutely fucking irresponsible?” And his mom was just beside herself, muttering how she would not be able to face the other women at the club when they found out… she walked toward the kitchen and started to pull stuff out of the cabinets to bake something… whenever Matt’s mom lost control over her emotions she would start cooking things and it could go on for days. Matt realized he had really screwed up bad.

The next few days were bad for Matt. His father would not speak to him. The few comments he did make to Matt usually started off with “You’ll probably just fuck this up as well…” and then he cornered Matt one morning just before he got in his car to leave for work and said “You had better start making a plan for the future boy. I suggest you start looking for some kind of a job. Your mom and I are very disappointed in you and I am not going to continue to support a fuck up.” He turned and started to walk away from Matt… Matt was in shock at what his dad had just said to him. Then his dad stopped in his tracks all of sudden and turned back and looked directly at his son “Oh, and Matt, you are no longer welcome to live in this house. So pack up your shit and find somewhere else to live, you have 2 weeks!”

Matt’s world suddenly collapsed in on itself. Everything he once thought he had was gone. He knew his dad was serious and his mom would never go against her husband once he had made a decision. Matt’s whole support system was destroyed. The weight of the announcement from his dad, the sudden realization of what had just happened, Matt just fell back against the wall and his knees went weak and could no longer support the weight of his body and he just slowly slid down the wall until his knees were at shoulder level and he put his head between his legs and just starting to bawl and cry uncontrollably for the next half hour.

It has been 1 month since Matt’s perfect world was destroyed. In that time he has learned what happens to boys who don’t meet expectations. Abandoned by his own family when his own father cast him out of the only home he had ever known, Matt was completely devastated and lost.

The first day he was packing up his belongings as he had been told to do when his father walked in and looked over what was going in the boxes. He reached into the box and pulled the laptop out and asked “What the hell boy? Fuck you, you are not taking this computer, the same is true for that fancy smartphone and tablet either! You can get your own now, the free ride you had is over. Make sure you clean your stuff out of those devices and just leave them here when you go.”

Matt was stunned once again. He had never realized what an asshole his dad could be. Anger started to build in young Matt as he thought of all the things he could wreck and damage before he left his fathers fucked up little estate. But Matt didn’t have it in him… he wasn’t a fighter. He sat down to start cleaning up the computer and then came across the email from the FOUR BLACK MEN – REPORT DATE.

“Your petition has been reviewed and you have been selected to begin your service on Saturday 1 month from today. You are required to CLEAR YOUR SCHEDULE of ANY other commitments you have made previously and report freshly scrubbed and showered.“

He read the message again a couple of times and printed it out and then deleted the email as part of the clean up.

His report date was tomorrow. Matt thought to himself, Why Not? At least, his body was his own, he could do what he wanted now and he had no other commitments anymore. Again, Matt just then realized his cock was getting hard and he was leaking precum.

Matt was more then a little nervous when he showed up at the appointed place at the assigned time. He went to the door but before he could even ring the bell the door suddenly swung open. “Yeh? Whadda want? We ain’t buying nothin!” Startled Matt stammered out “uh? No! I’m Matt” The tall lean black man at the door grinned and then stepped to one side and directed Matt inside and yelled back into the house. “Da bitch is here!“

Matt walked into the house, a modest 2 story house in the older part of town. Matt had never been in this neighborhood before as it was outside of his previously normal life. An older black gentlemen stood up when Matt walked into what was a large open living room, with a big screen television and requisite sporting event playing. The older gentlemen spoke and said “Hello Matt, I am glad you are here. Just stand there for now as we are going to have a short little chat first. Do you know why you are here?” Matt again had to force words out his mouth “Ye, Yea, Yes Sir! You want a white boy to play with.” The man replied “That is essentially right Matt, but it goes farther then that. ”… you are here to SERVE US. When you came through that door you became OURS to use as we see fit until you are no longer needed. Is that clear to you Matt?“ Matt was very nervous now, but he responded “Yes Sir.”

“Good boy! Now Matt, you will follow my instructions to the letter from now on. Be a good boy and strip off those clothes and give me a good look at the body you have for me and my crew to use and enjoy.” Matt quickly obeyed and took off the clothes he had worn. There was not much to remove as the instructions had been equally clear a tank top shirt, gym trousers and his favorite tennis shoes. Matt stood there naked in front of the two black men in the room. Matt felt very inadequate in front of these men. They were both much larger and far more muscular than he was. The younger man that met Matt at the door had just stayed quiet and stood to side of this older man. The older man spoke again “Very nice, you will do quite nicely Matt, not bad for a stupid white boy.” Matt was surprised by the comment, it was suddenly out of character. Just then the man said to his friend “James, please explain it to the stupid white boy!”
Suddenly and with astounding speed the young black man sprung into action with a karate like high kick that went straight to Matt’s face and sent his head back and then a moment later a second kick straight up between Matt’s naked legs and smashing his ball sack against Matt’s body. The reaction was instantaneous. Matt went crashing to the floor gasping for air  trying to scream in agony but not able for a lack of oxygen to even fill his lungs. Matts hands had instinctively gone to his crushed balls, but they were grabbed and dragged back behind his body and Matt heard the ratchets click behind him as hands and arms were cuffed behind his back.

Matt just laid there. His bloodied face half smashed into the carpet, unable to move and also realizing that he was in serious trouble now. He then heard these words spoken to him by the older man “Yes, a very stupid white boy. Not only have you let your guard down to be used by a black man but you boy have done so with four black men who have all been in prison as well. Your little white ass belongs to us now boy!” With that the older black man undid the leather belt on his pants and pulled it off his waist and looped it around Matt’s neck like a noose. Matt heard the man tell the younger black man “Take this little faggot downstairs and start prepping him, the others will be here soon.”
The young man was not at all gentle. He took the end of the leather belt from the other man and just start to drag Matt by the neck across the floor instantly choking him. Matt could not even try to stand because he was being hauled around by the leather belt with this hands cuffed behind him. The door to a stairway was open and Matt was simply dragged head first down the staircase being scraped and scratched all the way down. When Matt finally hit the floor of the empty basement the young sadist lifted him up by the leather belt to his face and hocked a huge load of spit directly into Matt’s face.

Matt was then literally thrown down on a table smashing his wrist into the small of his back and cinching the cuffs even more around his wrists. Matt felt a chain then go around his neck and leather belt was stripped away violently causing a slight burn against his skin. Then his ankles were secured to the table as well by chains. Matt was now utterly and completely powerless to do anything about this situation.

The young man completely shaved Matts head leaving only his eyebrows and eyelashes. He then wiped the blood from Matts face but a nasty bruise had already developed from the crushing blow to his nose. After about 40 minutes of this the young man was done. Matt heard some footsteps on the stairs coming down and then he heard the older man say to James. “Get him up”
The young man undid the chains and the cuffs from Matt’s body and helped him off the table, but then pushed him down into a crouched position in front of a mirror. Then the older black man knelt down beside Matt and looked at Matt reflection in the mirror and pointed to him. He spoke calmly and softly to Matt. “Now listen to me boy as I am only going to tell you this one time.”

“The life you had once upon a time is over. It ended the moment you stepped through that door upstairs. There is no going back to that life now. You are now just a faggot. You do not have any more choices to make in life. Over the next several months you are going to be USED. I will tell you now, that you will eventually be used up. In the meantime, you will SERVE me and my crew. When you are NOT doing that you will used by anyone else willing to pay us for you. We are going to make some serious coin with you boy. When you are not being used in some way then you will be left chained here alone until you are needed again. When you can no longer meet the demands this requires of you then you will be discarded for another bitch and sold. There is no escaping this boy… this is your life now.”

Just then Matt heard the sounds of the other two black men arriving and coming down the stairs and Matt realized that the nightmare his life had become was about to begin.

The older man acknowledged his buddies arrival with a quick wave which also meant to them ‘Shut the fuck up’. The new arrivals realized that the boss man was talking at the naked white boy on his knees and they instantly went quiet in order to hear what he was going to say to their new fuck toy.

“Matt, this is going to get rough for you… VERY ROUGH. I already know that you flunked your finals, and that it pretty much screwed any chance you had to attend that university you were planning on. You were just supposed to be a once a month weekend boy, but now you have presented us an opportunity, because nobody is going to care much about what happened to some white boy who could not get out of high school. In short boy, you FUCKED UP… and now you are FUCKED!”

“in a moment, I am going to leave you here again with James…” just then Matt began to panic, a look of terror in his eyes was plainly evident at the prospect of James being in complete control of him again. The older man did NOT appreciate Matt’s sudden mood change and just as suddenly reached around Matt’s ass and between his legs and grabbed his balls and with one quick pull both backward and up, he lifted Matt’s knees briefly off the concrete and took his other hand to the back Matt’s head and smashed his face hard into the concrete floor and then released Matt’s balls and let the rest of his body weight fall as well. He screamed at Matt “I DON’T CARE THAT YOU ARE SCARED! THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN MATT AND THERE IS NOT A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO TO STOP IT!” With that the older man stood and then kicked Matt in hard in ribs again knocking the wind out of Matt and then turned and walked away from the beaten boy writhing in pain on the floor.

The older man started back up the stairs with the new arrivals and then paused and said to James “Make sure that boy understands what life for him is all about now… I don’t care how you do it. Bust him up and break him James… I want it to be compliant and docile. So enjoy yourself and make sure that boy never forgets today.” He turned and took another step up the stairs and then stopped again “Oh, and James, this young white boy is probably still a virgin. So take that weapon you have between YOUR legs and RAPE HIS ASS for his first time, open that boy up and MAKE IT HURT James, let him realize that is now OWNED by FOUR BLACK MEN” He then ascended the stairs, chuckled to his friends “Stupid fuckin’ white boy…”

James wasted no time in getting down to the tasks assigned him. He walked over to lump of flesh that was Matt a few moments ago and grabbed it by the ankle and dragged to another part of the basement. The basement was very well equipped. It had been prepared to used to break and train a captive. When Matt arrived at this new spot in the dungeon he again felt the cuffs go back on his wrists, again behind his back which was very uncomfortable for Matt, but he realized that no one cared about what he felt or thought anymore. Next came the ankle restraints and then this time a chain went around his neck and a padlock was used to secure it tightly around Matt’s neck. Just then Matt heard to click clack of a relay for the motor of an overhead hoist. Matt was still disoriented from his earlier beatings, but with the tugging of the chain around his neck and then sound of the motor overhead he snapped to the reality of what was happening and tried to scramble to his knees and then to his feet. Within 20 seconds of all this Matt was vertical with his heels lifted just off the floor so that Matt had to stand on the balls of his feet to keep from choking.

“Oh boy, ya really pissed off da Boss Man, he don’t like that. Right now I don think he like you dat much” James said. “Dats why you gotta go thru this now boy. He wants ya broken, so that is what I gotta do to ya now. So you best just keep ya mouth shut and save your strength boy, cause this is gonna hurt a bunch” James went out of Matt’s sight and left him hanging there  by the neck for about 10 minutes. Matt struggled to stay on the balls of his feet but his legs could not handle the constant stress he was under so he had to relax. Matt found that he could actually be flat footed on the floor but his airway was constricted and he found it difficult, but not impossible to breathe. Matt now began to realize how desperate his situation was and he felt the tears begin to run over his bloodied face.

When James returned he was carrying a four foot long bullwhip. He looked at Matt’s face and said “Tears ain’t gonna help you now boy and your momma don’t know where you are anymore. We are gonna do this HARD and FAST bitch…” Without any warm up James took a full force swing and landed the whips lash directly across Matt’s upper back and shoulders. Again, Matts reaction was instantaneous and he let loose a blood curdling scream of pain. The skin where the whip landed immediately went deep red and before Matt’s scream had even dissipated James swung the whip around for a second strike with equal force directly across Matt’s chest. Again Matt screamed as the pain was more then he has ever felt before in his life. The third, fourth and fifths strikes showed no mercy as they switched back and forth across the backside and frontside of Matt’s body with alternating strokes. James was ruthless in his punishment of the white boys naked flesh. The whipping continued in this manner for another 15 strokes. Towards the end of this part of his initial training Matt could no longer make a sound as his screaming had strained his voice to nothing most than a raspy wailing. The whole whipping has taken less than a minute, but James had been very efficient, as there was not a place on Matt’s body that did not feel like it was on fire. James put his nose directly up to Matt’s gnarled and purplish face and asked “Do you understand NOW?” Matt willing to agree to anything now just nodded as best he could and whimpered “yes sir” and then everything when numb and dark as Matt passed out.

When Matt came to a moment or two later he found himself on the floor again. Thankful that he could breathe again not being hung up by his neck. Then his body let him know what has just happened as all of his nerves again started to fire. His body showed the evidence of what James had done to him. The first blows were now an angry deep purple with pronounced welts. Without any warning, Matt felt the sudden jolt of a cattle prod applied directly to his ass. “On yer knees bitch!” Matt reacted to the shock with “Ow! Fuck! Stop that!” As soon as Matt said that he realized he had made a huge mistake and just as quickly Matt again felt James foot crash into his balls. Matt was right back in hell again and motor overhead start up again and hoisted Matt by the neck off the floor to a kneeling position. “Wrong Answer, bitch!” and James applied the cattle prod directly to Matt’s cock head which caused Matt to suddenly stand and try to leap forward at James but the young agile black man was ready for the younger white captive and just punched Matt directly in the face and rag dolled him backward where Matt again lost his footing and began to fall backwards until the chain around his neck caught him mid fall and instantly choked him again where Matt’s body again went limp and he passed out for the second time.

Matt woke up again much like the first time face down on the floor and again able to breathe. “On your knees, bitch!” This time Matt stayed silent and reacted slowly and with painful effort manage to get to his knees. James again put his face in Matt’s and asked “What have you learned, bitch?” Matt looked up at James with the look of a whipped puppy and replied “That you OWN me, Sir” “Never, Ever, forget that bitch” James snarled back at Matt. Matt now knew there was absolutely no hope. His dad kicked him out, His mom did nothing to stop it, No one knew he was even here… he had even deleted the email from the computer. He had come to this house to be used by the Four Black Men and now that had come true. The older man was right, no one was going to care about another white boy who could not graduate high school. He was a lost cause and now he was truly lost. Chained, beaten, his spirit now broken, his once pretty smooth body was now a mass of welts and angry bruises. Matt’s previous life was now part of his history and even Matt realized he would never be allowed to go back to that life again.

 

Mark Becomes A Puppy Slave

Mark wagged his tail and grinned at his husband through the bars of the cage. “Okay, babe, I’m a naughty puppy.” The rubber tail felt strangely satisfying in his ass. All of this was so new to him, but his dick was rock hard.

Mark had never been very kinky – that was Bruce’s thing, and Bruce had a whole dungeon in the basement of their house devoted to it. But Mark had been noticing that Bruce had been spending a lot of time out hooking up lately, and was getting worried that the passion between the two of them was flagging. It had been months since they’d had sex. One night, he’d raised the subject with Bruce, and out of desperation, he told him he’d be willing to try some kink if Bruce wanted. They made plans to try it out, and now Mark found himself in pup gear, being led on a leash to a kennel and locked inside like his husband’s dog. He hated to admit it, but it was hotter than he expected – he could see why people enjoyed it.

Bruce smiled at him. “Bark, puppy.” Mark blushed. It still felt a little strange. He swallowed his pride and barked. “Woof! Woof!” Bruce grinned broadly. From his spot on all fours, Mark could see Bruce’s meaty cock straining against his leather jockstrap. He hadn’t seen his husband this aroused in ages. Bruce leaned down and pushed a rubber bone into Mark’s mouth, buckling the gag behind his head. “There, puppy – no more barking for awhile.” Mark felt drool trickle down his chin and his cock twitched. He couldn’t believe how how this was.

All of a sudden, he heard the front door open upstairs. He looked at his husband, confused and panicked. They weren’t expecting anyone. Bruce knelt by the kennel and looked at him with pity in his eyes.

“Sorry, boy. I’ve been seeing a new guy and things have been getting pretty serious. I was about to break it to you, but then you suggested this, and I realized there’s a way we can all stay together.”

Mark tried to spit out the bone. This wasn’t funny anymore. He tried to argue but only succeeded in moaning and drooling. He lunged forward and his rubber tail wagged. Bruce stood up.

“I’ll let you calm down a bit before I try letting you out for a walk. Corey is upstairs getting rid of your clothes and stuff, and your collar is electric so you aren’t tempted to run away.” Mark choked back a sob, and Bruce reached in and scratched his hair. “I know it’s an adjustment, but you’ll be a good dog.” Bruce stood and turned toward the stairs, heading up to his new boyfriend and leaving his new dog to whine in its kennel.