Coercion

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The grinding bodies was all Damon could sense. Everything around him was hazy. A massive cock was being thrust into his mouth and throat, and another was pistoning in and out of his ass. A hand was holding on to his hair, another was around his throat. Fingers was digging into his muscular legs, holding them down to his shoulders, while others dug into his ass cheeks. He had lost all sense of how many times the thugs had fucked him so far.

It was the same guys that had snatched him, Christian, Jason and Josh a couple months back. Damon had found himself thrown into the boot of a big SUV one day in the parking basememt of this psycologist’s office building. They had brought him back to the same place as last time, but this time it was only him.

Upon arrival, he had been stripped to his underwear and pushed to his knees in the middle of the factory hall. He waited for hours, until finally Jamal turned up.

Jamal had promised to let him go, if he just told him where Christian lived. Damon had said no. What was the worst they could do to him – again – after last time? Well, fuck him. That was pretty much it. And that is what they did.

After his refusal, he had been pulled stomach first onto a table, his toes just reaching the floor. He felt lube being smeared on his ass, and the first giant cock had pried its way into him. Jamal had gone hard and rough on him – Damon could not imagine how it had been for Christian to be fucked by this demon for days – and after breeding him, Jamal had given him the option again; Damon just had to tell him where Christian lived.

He had said no and spat at Jamal. Jamal had starred at him in silence, before he grinned and motioned to Mwana.

That was … 12 hours ago, maybe?

Mwana had slapped him around, before he had spit roasted him with Odion. After that followed fuck after fuck by Kadeen, Selim, Diesel, Dom, Víctor, Khan and Darius. They went round after round, passing his mouth and ass around. When he had struggled, they had tied him up and fucked him harder. He had been close to suffocating with a cock buried in his throat for minuts at a time.

After the first couple hours – maybe more, maybe less, he didn’t know – Jamal had returned. Damon had refused again – but his voice was shaking, and he hesitated. The thugs had surrounded him again and started over.

They had fucked and fucked and fucked. The room was dark and humid. It reeked af sweat, cum and sex. Music was pumping from hidden speakers. Damon’s mind had long ago gone foggy. He sensed when they double penetrated him the first time and he screamed, before a cock was shoved in his mouth.

Eventually, after yet another assult on his ass, he couldn’t take anymore. At a second when the cock in his mouth was removed after dumping another load of cum into him, he finally caved and yelled.

“I’LL TELL – PLEA-PLEASE I’LL TELL, I’ll tell … oh God I’ll tell” he sobbed. All of the thugs pulled away from him immidiately. Mwana looked down at him, before he grabbed a phone and rang Jamal.

“Whitey got something t' tell, boss,” he said. Damon didn’t hear the answer, but ten minuts later, Jamal returned.

One of the thugs turned Damon’s head up by his cum, sweat and saliva matted hair.

“Have you got something to tell me?” Jamal asked.

“Yes- yes …” Damon babbled out Christian’s adress, sobbing. “Please let me go, please, master, please …”

Jamal stood up straight. “Have it confirmed. When we are sure, I will decide what to do with that,” he said and gestured to the fucked up twunk on the floor. “Clean him up, properly.”

***

Jamal stood in front of Christian’s house, hidden in the dark. There was no moon, and the sky was covered in dark clouds. He knew that Christian was alone in the big house; Damon had sung like a bird and been very cooperative in arranging that Christian would be home alone, so they could hang out – the high school hunk just didn’t know it would be Jamal who turned up.

Damon’s phone buzzed in in Jamal’s pocket.

“?” it just said.

“omw – in 5” Jamal replied. He walked across the street, almost invisible in the dark, in all-black clothing and a hoodie pulled up. He wore a mask around the bottom of his face. Around the corner one of his SUVs were waiting, with Mwana and Diesel on the look-out.

He went around the house, to the backdoor, which didn’t have a window. When he reached it, avoiding the automatic lights, he knocked with a glove covered hand.

After a minut or so, and another couple hard knocks, the door threw open. “The fuck are you coming this way f-“ Christian started, before he saw who was standing there. He went pale as blood drained from his face.

He tried to slam the door, but Jamal simply pushed it up and out of Christian’s hand, and walked in. He let the door close behind him and flipped the lightswitch, plunging the kitchen into darkness, and turned to Christian who was backing away from him. The 18-year-old was just as gorgeous and sexy as Jamal remembered.

Without a word, Christian turned and tried to run, but Jamal lunged and grabbed him, pulling him to the floor and pressing his body down onto the blond teenager. Christian struggled and groaned below Jamal, who just lauged in his ear. “Have you missed me, pussy-boy? Because I certainly missed you.” As Christian struggled and cried out, Jamal twisted the boy’s blond head around and kissed him, while he grinded his cock against the tight teenage ass below him.

Jamal could feel his cock grow hard. It wasn’t part of the plan, but Jamal reached in and pulled Christian’s sweatpants and trunks down below the twunk’s firm ass cheeks. In a swift move he freed his own rock-hard cock and slid it up and down between Christian's angel white, almost hairless buns. Enough pre-cum was oozing from his cock, to work as lube, together with Christian’s sweat, but Jamal still smeared a big glob of his and his boy-bitch’s saliva over the quivering pink sphincter.

As he realised what was coming, Christian groaned and struggled harder to get free. But it didn’t matter. Jamal placed a gloved hand around Christian’s throat and laughed in his ear. “The more you wiggle, the harder I get, whore.” Christian sobbed when he felt Jamal reached for his cock, while he held onto Christian and positioned the fat head. When Jamal pushed, his angelic white sex toy didn’t struggle; Christian tried to relax his body and as Jamal pushed, he pushed back with his ass. He cried out into the kitchen, as he felt Jamal’s massive cock pry its way deep into his body.

In less than a handful of strokes, Jamal effortlesly sank into the hilt. He rested for a moment, before he started thrusting his shaft in and out of the white ass below him. He ground his cock into Christian and used a rolling motion to fuck Christian in deep flowing moves. When the blond teenager moaned out loudly, Jamal clasped a hand over the boy’s face. “Soon I can make you holler in ecstasy from the cocking, and no one will ever hear you,” he grumled in Christian’s ear, as he fucked in long, trained, fluid movements. He impaled Christian again and again, as he quickly felt his orgasm approach.

In his fogged mind, Jamal’s words sent chills through Christian. What did he mean? His cock, which had gone hard below him from Jamal’s experinced fucking, jolted and he recognised the feeling of needing to cum – from getting fucked by the Black Demon.

With a primal moan, Jamal slammed his cock deep into Christian and began breeding him. A seemingly neverending stream a sizzling hot cum shot into Christian, who cried out and came, though his own cum was caught by his trunks.

When his orgasm subsided, Jamal slid his still hard cock from Christian’s well-seeded ass and back into his pants. He pulled up Christian’s underwear and sweats, avoinding any of his seed spilling out. Then he grabbed the phone and texted Diesel to come get them and pulled Christian to his feet.

The teenager staggered to the side, for a second considering making a run for it, but Jamal grabbed him by the neck. A big SUV with its headlights turned off rolled up.

Mwana and Diesel knocked, and Jamal let them in.

“Couldn’ wait to nut in da bitch for half a fuckin hour?” Mwana grumbled.

Jamal didn’t reply but just motioned to the floor. “Wipe it and the door down. Make sure to get everything.” Diesel knotted and got to work, while Mwana grumbled and started spraying a cleaing fluid on the door.

When they had wiped down the floor and door, Diesel opened it and checked out the back of the house. “All clear,” he said. His voice was deep and dark, like melted dark chocolate.

Without a word, Jamal grabbed Christian’s hands behind his back with one hand, the other around his white neck. “Not a word,” Jamal rumbled. Christian just knotted; he had felt the big gun below Jamal’s hoodie too. Outside, the SUV’s back-door was opened, and Jamal pushed Christian into the backseat, after Diesel had gone in first. Jamal followed and Mwana got behind the wheele. Dreadlocks turned the engine on and drove off, calmly and quietly.

Diesel pulled out a phone and tapped a number. “We got the boy. Get the other ready.” Whatever it meant, Diesel hung up and knotted to Jamal. “He’ll be ready to ship when we get back”.

Jamal smiled, as he drapped an arm around Christian. “Good. Have you talked to Dakus about the deliveries?”

“Yes. Minor issues with some raid, but they were warned …” Jamal and Diesel continued disucussion whatever the issue was. Christian had zoned out. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he was shaking. What was gonna happen to him? He had a pretty good idea about the first phaze; he could expect to get a lot more of Jamal’s cock, like last time. He kept telling himself that he didn’t like it – but he had cum, hard, while Jamal fucked him. And in the months since Jamal had let him and Damon, and Josh and Jason go, late at night, he had jerked off to the memories. The memories of Jamal driving his cock into him, making his body do ungodly acts, making him scream …

Maybe they would let him go again, like last time. They had just dumped them somewhere and they hadn’t been able to help the police back to the place. Christian had probably gotten them the closest with the view from Jamal’s bedroom.

Though … they weren’t exactly hiding where they were going. No detours, no nothing. Christian would be able to repeat the exact trip … his heart sank. Either they would not let him go again – or at least not alive. A tear ran down his cheek.

He didn’t think anyone could see it, but Jamal ran a finger along his jawline and turned Christian’s face towards him. “Tell me what you have realised,” he commanded, in a soft, deep bidding voice.

Christian sank hard. “You are not hiding w-where we are going … so-so y-you are n-not planning on letting me go … at-atleast not alive …”

Jamal and Diesel laughed softly. “So melodramatic. But yes, I will not let you go this time.” He ran a long, strong finger along Christian’s chin and turned his face to his own and kissed the trembling teenager deeply. Christian hesitated but kissed back. Diesel looked on, unchanged and unphased. He enjoyed the contrast between the angelic blond and Jamal’s deep darkness, though Christian wasn’t quite his flavour.

An hour later, the SUV stopped in front of the same gate as last time; it opened, and the car drove in. Jamal opened the door and stepped out, motioning for Christian to follow. On shaking legs, Christian got out. Jamal put a hand on the side of his waist, just above his hip, slight squeezing and led him up the staircase to the floors above.

When they walked into the big central factory room and rounded a pillar, Christian’s eyes went wide. Kneeling on the floor, with his knees spread and ankles held together in handcuffs, was Damon. He was only dressed in a thong and with his hands tied together behind his back. His body was tensed from how tight his hands were tied to his ankles with another two pair of cufs. He was looking up into a phone camera.

Odion was recording a video for Damon’s new owner, with running commentry. “Soft white, pink lips,” he ran a thumb into Damon’s mouth, “pure white skin, tight ass that could snap a black cock off.” He had moved around to Damon’s ass and slapped it hard. “He fucks back like a little horny slut and takes cock down his throat like a champ.” He had inserted his finger into Damon’s mouth and had him suck it. “The package will be on its way to you before the end of the night.” He turned the video off and sent it through an encrypted connection.

Damon looked down to the floor, before snapping up again, when he saw Christian being led forward by Jamal.

“Christian, I’m sorry – they made me tell … I’m so sorry…” Damon began tearing up.

Jamal motioned for the thugs to remove Damon. One of them, a lightskinned African, Kadeen, unlocked the cufs that held his hands to the cuf at his ankles, and dragged him to his feet. Sobbing and pleading Damon was virtually carried out of the factory hall.

“What-what is going to happen to him? W-where is he going?” Christian blurted out. Jamal looked down and him and smiled.

“Your little friend is going to his new owner, a wealthy sheikh somewhere in the Arab sea,” he said matter-of-factly. He led Christian through over the factory floor, past the kitchen and lounge, down the hallway to his bedroom.

The Black Giant’s words stunned Christian … Damon had been sold … like a whore. Was that going to happen to Christian as well when Jamal was done with him? He was sorry for Damon; he didn’t deserve this. He could be a massive asshole, and he had blamed his three friends – but particularly Christian, due to Jamal’s interest in him – for what happened to them. But he couldn’t help him now.

Christian was back in the bedroom where he had been deflowered by Jamal’s cock. The door closed behind them with a loud clunk. In seconds, Jamal had Christian’s tight t-shirt pulled over his head, and pushed the teen into the black sheets. In a calm move, he pealed the with tight sweatpants off Christian too, revealing his smooth white, muscled legs.

When he noticed Christian’s cum-covered trunks, he grinned, slid them off the white boy and threw them on the floor. Then he stepped back and stripped of his own clothing, revealing his massiv, ripped body again. Christian had forgotten how big the Black Mountain actually was.

Jamal stepped back to the bed and stepped up onto it, towering above Christian, with a foot buried deep in the madress on either side of the white boy. His black cock had started to harden back up, raising itself like a massive black snake, as he stroked it.

“I would say that you will learn to love getting fucked, but I can see that we are past that,” he rumbled, as he sat down on his knees. His cock was swaying just in front of Christian’s face. “Whether you will admit it yet. You are mine.” He slid his hands into Christian’s hair and raised the teenager’s blond head up. “Kiss my cock.”

Christian obeyed and kissed the head of Jamal’s cock. He didn’t have to be told that he should keep kissing it. Between his lips touching the massive head, he wetted his lips and kissed again, lingering, sliding his pink tongue over the dark purple head. Again, and again he kissed, and pre-cum began oozing, smearing his lips, and covering Jamal’s pulsating cock head, making it shine. With each kiss, it slid further past Christian’s lips, until Jamal pushed it into Christian’s warm, inviting mouth. The white boy’s full, light-brown lips had to expand far to accomadate Jamal’s fat, iron hard cock.

The sight was intensely beautiful; Christian’s flawless white skin, light lips, blond hair, and big, dark blue eyes, with the ebony black cock pushing its way into his mouth. The teen swirled his tongue the best he could around Jamal’s cock, making the black giant moan in pleasure.

But Jamal wasn’t even close to cuming yet. And there was something else he wanted much more.

He slid his cock free of Christian’s mouth and moved his white whore to the middle of the bed, where he ordered him to roll to his stomach.

Christian did as ordered and felt Jamal move down his body, sliding his big hands down his soft skin, digging into his sides and molding his muscled, round ass cheeks. Jamal made him raise his ass up of the bed and spread his legs far out. Then he felt the tickling of Jamal’s shortcropped beard, as he began licking his ass.

Christian groaned at the sensation and dug his face into the bed. He couldn’t possibly enjoy this … he just couldn’t … but … it felt so good. And he had cum. Hard. On the kitchen floor…

He felt Jamal get up behind him and move over him; Christian flinched when he felt Jamal’s cock slide up and down between his ass cheeks. Jamal ground hard against him, hitting Christian’s pink, sensitive pucker. He was oozing pre-cum, but he still smeared lube over his shaft.

Finally, he positioned his fat cock head at Christian’s boy-pussy and grabbed the blond by his hair. Christian dug his hands into the sheet and moaned as Jamal pushed; Christian forced himself to relax and push back, letting Jamal’s massiv cock sink into him.

Jamal moaned deeply as he sank his fat cock deep into Christian. The velvet ass enveloped his shaft tightly and Christian’s ass muscles massaged him, vacuuming him in. In three thrusts he had sunk his horse cock into the hilt, stretching Christian’s white pussy.

The boy’s moans had grown more and more high-pitched, as Jamal sank home. And it wasn’t all from pain; Jamal’s invasion had sent jolts through his nerve system and with his size, Jamal was playing his prostate like a fiddle.

Jamal rested for a moment, before he began thrusting, pumping his cock in and out of Christian in a slow, steady motion. Below Jamal, Christian was moaning and crying out into the bed. His cock had grown to its full seven inches, as he was being stimulated by Jamal ramming his prostate.

With his hand in Christian’s hair Jamal twisted his face up from the bed. “Let me hear you moan, White Boy! Let me hear you sing!” He slammed in harder, and Christian cried out.

With his free hand Jamal reached below his white fuck toy and grabbed the bitch’s hard, sensitive cock. Christian jolted and cried out. Something snapped deep in him …

“Harder … fuck me harder…” he groaned into the bed. Jamal stopped and yanked Christian’s head up. “What did you say, Angel Boy?” He twisted his hips in a particularly vicious move that made Christian hiss out. “WHAT did you say? Out loud!”

Christian opened his eyes and turned them to Jamal. “Fuck me … harder … harder. Deeper … FUCK ME!”

Jamal laughed out. “I will show you your place, my slut.” He let go of Christian’s hair and placed his arm around the boy's neck and shoulders so he rested on it and could not move away. His strokes became stronger and harder. He impaled Christian to the hilt again and again, forcing every inch of his battering ramp into Christian, in long fluid moves.

Sweat was coating both of them, slicking up the animalistic fucking. Big beats ran over Jamal’s glistning skin.

All Christian sensed was the vicious fucking. It fulfilled a primal need deep in him, and he cried and moaned from the fucking. He convulsed as Jamal’s relentless hammering finally made him spew his cum into the bed and over Jamal’s large hand that still enveloped his cock. His ass muscles spasming finally set of Jamal, who came with a deep roar. With two hard slams he sank deep into Christian and coated his ass with his thick white cum.

Jamal collapsed down on top of Christian.

“We will make a lot of pleasure together, my love toy. I will show you a new world of how men can love, how your body can writhe in exquisite ecstasy.” The rumble of Jamal’s voice reverberated in Christian’s head. His mind was already spinning, and he felt a jolt through his body, as Jamal kissed his neck and lightly bit him. The black mountain’s cock had not gone soft, and Christian felt the stallion begin to thrust into his ass again.

He moaned as Jamal began to fuck him again in vicious deep, rolling movements, that sent jolts through his wary young body again. Jamal’s skin was piping hot against Christian; he could feel the sweat running down from Jamal’s back and down his massive black arms. The teenager raised his arm up and grabbed his shoulder; he was trusting back into Jamal’s fucking, letting the thick black pole sink into the hilt, impaling him.

“Yisssss …” the white twunk hissed through his teeth. “Please, please more … fuck me more!” he groaned. He dug his nails into Jamal’s shoulder. Jamal ground harder against him, deeper, it felt like and he tightened his grip around Christian. It was hurting but it felt good. So good … so hard … so deep …

With an intense, hissing groan, Christian came again, his tender body writhing against Jamal. Jamal seemed to hold him closer and tighter, his strokes was short and harder, driving his spear into the hilt again and again. Skin slapping against skin. Finally, with a deep rumbling groan, Jamal began seeding Christian again, breeding his young ass again, marking his territory.

Jamal finally rolled off Christian, onto his back. He pulled Christian with him, holding him against his body. A strong arm was wrapped loosely around him, slowly stroking Christian’s exhausted body.

After a couple of minutes there was the sound of a lighter. Christian turned his head. Jamal had a joint between his lips and lit it with a large gold lighter. After a couple of deep drags, he handed it to Christian, who took it and inhaled deeply. As he blew it out, he handed it back. For a while they laid like this.

Finally, Jamal spoke.

“Just a couple of ground rules. One, you belong to me. All my men know that – and now you do too. Two, my word is law. Three, within these walls you can do as you please. But do not try to leave, unless you have been allowed by me. It will end badly for you.” He took a long drag of the joint and exhaled as he spoke. “You will not have access to anything kind of external communication – you will not need it under any circumstances. If you need to contact me, one of the guys will call me for you. You will always be accompanied.” He turned and looked at Christian. “Do you understand?”

Christian knotted. “Yes, master”

Jamal laughed. “Not master, Jamal. You are not my slave, you are my toy, my lover. Only slaves say master.” He ran a finger along Christian’s chin, before he leaned down and kissed him. Christian kissed back, because he had to, but also because he wanted to, thinking to himself what kind of world he had landed in.