Coercion

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”We got on the wrong train, you fucking idiot,” Damon moaned.

“Fuck off. I asked you which one he said it was and you couldn’t remember!” Josh shot back, checking his phone for where they were supposed to go, with his twin, Jason looking over his shoulder. They had all lived in the city for too long not to know where the subways went or which line to take. But Taylor lived in an area that neither of them had ever been to, so they had not been sure.

Christian leaned against the wall of the car, sighing. “Chill. We just need to see if there is a yellow line at the next station …” It would only be a couple extra minutes. He ran a finger along the tight collar of his school shirt; they had left early before English literature, to go to Taylor’s place. Taylor’s parents were not home for the weekend, so they had planned to stay there, smoke weed, drink whatever they could find and watch porn.

Usually, they never wore the uniform out in public. It wasn’t that it was ugly; whoever had combined the colors had done well. Christian’s uniform was also about half a size too small, which made it hug his body more, but that had been intentional; he was in good shape so why not use it? But he always felt so childish wearing it.

He looked up at the map above their heads. Three stations more and it looked like they were somewhere there was a yellow line crossing theirs.

Out of the corner of his eye, he was also reminded of something else.

They were right now in an area that was designated as a ghetto. Six huge black thugs were sitting in some of the worn-out seats that were turned against each other. They were talking in low voices, only occasionally breaking the hum of the train with laughter. Christian had a suspicion that some of the sniggers were about their uniforms and preppy looks. One of them, the biggest of them, who looked to be a mountain of a man, seemed to be looking more intently at them; he leant back against the seat, legs spread, hand resting at the very top of his thigh. His shoulders were wide, and he looked to have a solid build under his slightly loose-fitting clothing. He had the hoodie of his shirt pulled up, but Christian could see that he had a wide jaw, wide and straight nose, and marked features; his cheeks were slightly hollow, and his eyes were dark and piercing.

Christian felt his heart rate jump and he swallowed, turning his eyes away again; he hoped the dude had not noticed him staring.

Suddenly the speakers started to scratch and a scratching, pre-recorded announcer said: “Next station: Central South. This is the final station. The train does not continue. All passengers off. All passengers off.”

Christian’s eyes snapped to the map. Fuck! “This isn’t the fucking dark green line!” he groaned. It hadn’t stopped at the station he wanted to go to – it had gone into a much worse neighborhood, just on the edge of it, and there were no other lines going from there.

The remaining passengers started to get up as the train slowed down, including the six black guys; there were only two other people in the carriage. It ground to a halt at a run-down station, with more graffiti on the walls, floor and ceiling than all other stations in the city combined. The plastic benches had been removed, or broken and never replaced, trash cans were overflowing. In the rest of the city there were digital signs above which showed time and direction of the next train. Here there was only one direction; back to where they had come from. And time was displayed using the old flip things, not electronic boards. And they had to be missing some flaps; otherwise, the next train was two hours away.

“Let’s just stay and see if it doesn’t leave soon,” Damon almost whispered. The others knotted. But Christian’s heart sank when he saw a controller come walking down the train. The man barely acknowledged the presence of the black guys, despite the trash they left behind as they exited; Christian did think that he saw the controller slightly knot to the Black Mountain as he passed.

As he approached them, Christian saw one of the guys that had exited look back and snigger. He had dreadlocks and a goatee, and a thick gold chain around his neck. “Sorry, you gotta get off. This car is going in for maintenance.”

Josh swallowed. “Do you know where there might be some cabs?”

The man shook his head, fiddling with his wallet. “Ain’t no cabs in this part ‘town. They’d get robbed blind twice a day, boy.”

Christian pointed to the sign outside. “Is that right? Or is it missing some signs?”

Without looking, the man answered. “Two hours till the next one comes around, yeah.”

The boys looked at each other and moved out the train.

As the doors closed, the train set into motion, gliding into the darkness, which Christian assumed led to the depot where it would be kept until the mechanics had time. The station looked even worse outside than from inside the train. It smelled like piss and there was trash everywhere.

“Is it seriously two fucking hours until the next one leaves?” Damon moaned, as Josh looked through the timetable on his phone.

“Afraid it is, boys,” a deep voice said behind them.

They all snapped around, looking straight at the six black guys. The biggest one was indeed a mountain of a man; he looked like he could be bordering on 6’6” or 7” and 250 pounds or more of pure muscle.

It wasn’t the big guy who had spoken, though. “You boys lost?” the same guy, probably also pushing 6’2 og 3 or so, with ebony black skin said, hair cropped short

Damon shook his head. “N-no, thank-k you. We’ll just wait here for t-the next train.” They were four very upper class, white, 18-year-old, high school senior boys caught somewhere far out their comfort zone.

“That would not be very hospitable of us, now, would it?” the huge guy said, finally speaking. He spoke unaccented, on point. No ghetto talk, slang or weird contractions or anything. None of the stereotypical thug talk. It actually made him more intimidating. “You can come with us, until you can catch a train.” Christian did catch the undertone of what he said, they wouldn’t be on the next train out.

Shit. “Listen, I got some money …” he started. But the big guy smiled, showing his bright white teeth against his dark skin, and shook his head.

“I am not interested in your money, kid, I got more than enough of that.” He took one step forward and put a massive, muscular arm around Christian’s shoulder. “Let us get out of here,” he rumbled; Christian could feel the vibrations through his body.

The boys clearly didn’t have a choice. If they didn’t go … they would probably get beat up no matter what, but right now, they all realized that they would probably be better off, pleasing the guys.

As they exited the station, Jason yelped. “Don’t you fuckin’ try to call help, bitch,” one of the guys said in a threatening tone, holding Jason’s iPhone in his hand. He threw it to the ground, smashing it up. It looked like the guy was going to slap Jason around, but one word from the Giant with his arm around Christian, stopped him. “Chill,” he just rumbled. The other guy stared for a second, before he knotted. But he kept close to Jason, with a huge, black hand on Jason’s white neck, slightly digging into the skin.

On the street, the Giant took his arm off Christian, but as they briefly pushed up against each other as the door was pushed open, Christian felt the black man push something hard against his back; clearly a gun. “Do not do something you are going to regret, all right?” he growled on Christian’s ear. The teenager just knotted and tried to swallow the hard knot in his throat. The Giant would soon have him swallowing something much bigger and much harder.

They were in one of the most run-down, crime- and gang riddled parts of the city, home to poor people, drug-dealers, junkies, whores of either or no gender and their pimps. Almost all drug-trade throughout the rest of the city and half the east coast could be traced back to this neighborhood. It was scattered with old, derelict factories, run-down apartment buildings and trash pilling up. There were no police in this part of town; it was run by gangs, and it had been the center of a vicious gang war for decades, though it had been quieter lately. There had been calls to improve the condition of the area from the city council and make away with the old public project buildings and social housing.

But they weren’t going to be walking. Outside two huge, gleaming black SUVs were waiting. The boys were bundled into them – Christian and Jason with the Mountain and the guy with dreadlocks on the back seat of one – and they set off through the slum. None of the boys had any idea where they were, as they barely could see through the black-tinted windows.

They seemed to drive for about half an hour, before the car slowed down, gave a bump as they drove over something, and stopped. When the door was opened, Christian saw that they were in an old factory building, though it had been maintained, at least inside. They were led up a steel staircase, into one of the upper floors, where the last rays of the sun came in through the high positioned windows.

It looked like they had been brought to some kind of headquarter; there were an area with chairs and a long table, next to a basic kitchen area, deep leather couches and huge flat screen TVs. Despite being concrete and spares, the place was surprisingly warm and well-lit. Three other guys jumped to their feet, as the Mountain entered. A fourth got up in a steadier pace.

“Jamal,” the man said, knotting to the Mountain. Jamal, the Mountain apparently, knotted back and unzipped his hoodie. One of the other three went and Jamal handed it to him without a word. Under it, he just wore a t-shirt which might have been a loose fit on an otherwise fit guy, but hugged Jamal’s huge muscles snuggly. Christian realized how absurdly built the guy was; it wasn’t that he was actually body builder huge, but he was tall, wide-shouldered and massively ripped. Around his neck several huge gold necklaces – or rather chains – rested. His hair and beard were cropped close to his skin, underlining his marked features.

Christian was pushing 6 feet and a decent 160-70 pounds of well-trained, trimmed muscles himself, but he felt so incredibly small, when Jamal put a hand on the back of the neck and just said “Come.” He couldn’t fight; no chance. So, he simply just followed, shooting a look at his friends, who were encircled by the other guys. Dreadlocks were still pushing up close against Jason, with his fingers digging into his skin through the school jacket. What was going to happen to them? What was going to happen to him?

Jamal led Christian down a hallway and pushed him through a door opening to a large room with a couple of big windows in one end. Behind him, the old, wooden sliding door was closed, and the lock clicked. Besides the window, there was a king-sized bed in one corner, covered in dark sheets, and a couple deep couches and chairs. It’s a bedroom …

The huge black man sat down in one of the deep leather chairs and looked at Christian, who was frozen in place by his glare. He thought that he could hear shouts in the distance, which COULD be coming from the outside, but …

“Strip” Jamal commanded. His voice was deep and seemed like it resonated between the brick walls.

Christian just stared at him. “W-wha…”

“Strip. Take your clothing off.” After a moment he added “Now.”

Christian could feel his heart rate explode. But the slight tightening of the black mountain’s hand on the chair’s arm got him going. He pulled his jacket off, while kicking of his shoes and throwing it in a pile.

“Slower.” The single word was a clear-cut command, though there was a bit of entertainment in it.

Jamal leant back and observed the handsome blond, blue-eyed 18-year-old teenager slowly unbuttoning the tight shirt, unzipping his trousers and opening the button and pulling the shirt from the trousers, sliding it down his soft, white skin. As he removed the shirt, a tight, muscular body was revealed, lean built, with wash board abs, square pecs, and round shoulders.

After hesitating for a moment, the boy slid the trousers down his slender, muscular legs, before stepping out of them, and – to drag out the time – pulled his socks off, before standing up straight. The boy was lean, built and ripped. Jamal could feel his cock stiffening as he observed the teenager. He was tall, though Jamal towered him, with wide shoulders and that particular inverted triangle build.

The boy hesitated to push his bright blue Calvin Klein trunks down, but when Jamal slightly tilted his head, he moved his hands to the band of them and inserted his thumbs to push them down.

“Stop.” Christian jumped at the sound and stopped, hoping … “Turn,” Jamal ordered, making a circle with a thick, long finger. Christian turned his back to the man. Jamal smiled. The kid didn’t have a big bubble butt, but what looked like a firm, well-shaped set of buns. Just as he liked. “Take them off.”

Christian’s heart sank. There was nowhere to run. He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he pushed the trunks down his legs, bending over as he did. Jamal caught a glimpse of the perfect, pink pucker, looking like a rose bud, which his black cock soon would be stretching out wide. He had the distinct feeling, that the kid was an ass virgin. He was looking forward to hearing the boy squeal as he impaled him on his thick cock, and later see those pink lips wrapped around his cock.

After the boy stood up straight again, but before he moved further, Jamal continued. “Stop. Arms down your side.” And the boy froze at the order.

Christian didn’t hear Jamal get up from his chairs, partially because of the blood rushing through his ears, partially because Jamal moved incredibly quietly. He didn’t hear the mountain of a man move up behind him. But he jumped when Jamal put one of his large hands on one of Christian’s firm ass cheeks and squeezed it. “We are going to have so much fucking fun, slut,” Jamal rumbled, grabbing a handful of Christian’s light blond hair, preventing the kid from moving away from him, as his other large hand moved from the ass cheeks that would soon be spread by Jamal’s spear, to sliding up the boy’s flat, hard stomach, to his tits, tweaking the tender, pink nibbles.

In a quick move, Jamal pushed Christian to the bed and threw him onto it, before he stepped back and pulled his t-shirt over his head and started to unbutton his jeans. Christian rolled around to his back and crawled further up the bed, away from Jamal, looking up at him. He froze and his eyes went wide. Jamal was huge, his body was truly pure rippling with muscles, like an obscene renaissance marble statue.

As Jamal pulled the shirt over his head, his rippling muscles was revealed, showing his washboard eight-pack abs, the big, square pecs, massive round shoulders and huge arms. Jamal unbuttoned the three buttons of his black jeans, as he kicked off his boots and pushed the jeans down, stepping out of them.

Despite the bed was quite far off the ground, Jamal was towering over it; his thighs were thick, and muscle bound, but still didn’t look grotesquely disproportionately on his massive body. Jamal stroked his cock through his black boxer briefs, down across his thigh; Christian’s wide eyes ran down the massive black body in front of him, and stopped at the thick, long shape. His mind couldn’t wrap itself around how massive Jamal’s cock was.

Jamal finally pushed his boxers off, revealing his half-litre bottle thick, 11-inch cock. The skin of it was ebony black, with thick veins running down it, except the head which was a deep purple and red colour. Below, a pair of egg-sized, black balls rested.

“Please … don’t …” Christian whispered. He knew what was going to happen to him. Before he got further, Jamal lunged at him, grabbing Christian by the legs and pulled him down the bed, flipping him over onto his stomach. Jamal raised his right hand and slapped Christian’s ass cheek hard, digging his fingers into the boy’s tender flesh, before slapping it hard again, leaving a right red mark.

Christian howled and tried to crawl further up the bed, but Jamal pulled him back down the bed, as he got on his knees behind the blond teenager and buried his face deep between the muscular, round ass cheeks. Christian moaned in shock, as he felt Jamal’s tongue slobbered over his pucker and his beard chafed against his ass cheeks, as he rimmed the teenager, keeping him in place with his fingers dug into the boy’s tender flesh. Jamal kept spanking his ass hard, making the boy yelp and cry. His tongue poked and prodded Christian’s pink sphincter, digging deep and hard between the firm ass cheeks. Christian had stopped fighting; he was groaning into the bed, as the hot feeling of Jamal’s tongue rimming his sensitive ass was starting to get to him, yelping and winching whenever Jamal slapped his ass.

Jamal slid a muscular arm under and around his fuck toy’s crotch, grabbing a firm hold on the opposite side. Then he pulled slightly away from Christian’s boy pussy and began circling the teenager’s quivering sphincter with his thumb, before he slid his long, thick middle finger past the tight opening, making Christian gasp and cry out.

The boy tried to push Jamal away. He stopped, though, and howled when Jamal slapped his ass hard again, after yanking his middle finger from his ass again. “Lay still, pussy boy,” he rumbled deep in his chest.

Christian sobbed, as Jamal dropped a big wad of spit on his quivering opening and slid his thick finger back in, deep. He kept his finger in deep, making circular movements, before he started to finger-fuck the boy, making him moan and pant, as his whimpering subsided. Jamal spat again and forced his index finger into Christian’s ass, making the teenager cry out as his virgin hole had to stretch. Jamal however quickly made Christian jolt and moan when he hit the boy’s rubbery prostate. He worked the walnut sized knob brutally, making his bitch writher and moan. Jamal could feel the boy’s now hardening cock rub against his arm.

The black mountain pulled back from Christian and left the boy laying panting on the bed for a moment, as he stroked his iron hard, black pole, smearing it in lube. He was considering for a moment if he should get the bitch to blow him, but he decided against it. He wanted his cock wrapped in that white teen ass.

Christian felt the bed sink behind him. He looked back over his shoulders and saw what he feared; Jamal was getting on the bed behind him. He tried to crawl away, but Jamal just put a hand on the back of Christian’s neck, as he pushed the boy’s legs further apart.

The mountain grabbed Christian’s hands and held them behind the boys back, as he stroked his cock and positioned his thick cockhead at Christian’s slightly puffy pussy opening.

“Please- n-no – AaaaaaAAAARH!” Christian howled as Jamal pushed cruelly and forced his massive cockhead past his fuck boy’s no longer virgin ass opening and sank the first inch into the boy. Jamal rested for a moment, stroking the boy’s ass, letting him adjust. As Christian’s cries turned to softer sobs and moans, with Jamal’s rotating movements, the giant black hunk started to push again, sinking further and further into Christian’s white ass.

Inch by inch Jamal pried Christian’s ass apart, filling the teenager with black cock. When he was about halfway in, Jamal began pulling further out – for a moment letting Christian think he would pull out – and stroking back in, pushing deeper and deeper, impaling the white teenager on his shaft. After something that felt like eternity in Christian’s foggy mind, he felt Jamal’s lap push against his ass cheeks. Jamal rested, savouring the velvet feeling of Christian’s tight pussy around his fat cock, the muscles working and contracting, massaging him hard.

Jamal grabbed Christian’s wrists and moved them up next to the boy’s head, holding him in place hard with his cock in the teen’s ass and hands pinned down. “I am going to fuck you into another world now, little white boy. You will not be seeing straight when I am done,” he grumbled into Christian’s ear, sending an electric jolt down the boy’s spine.

The ebony black, giant muscle hunk began to thrust his massive cock in and out of the alabaster white, high school jock’s rock-hard ass, sinking his jet-black cock in and out of the boy’s pink hole, irreversibly deflowering the boy’s virgin hole. Christian was crying out, as he was stretched obscenely far, and Jamal was gaining pace. He was also starting to moan, as Jamal was hitting something deep in him; he could feel an unfamiliar sensation of pleasure.

As Jamal continued to pound his no longer virgin ass, Christian finally let out a loud moan when the thick pole up his ass hit something particularly sensitive up his ass. Jamal slammed home and grinded his crotch against Christian’s ass, gyrating his hips. Christian gasped and moaned. As Jamal kept fucking and fucking, Christian’s mind went increasingly foggy and unclear, and his cries of pain became mixed with moans, as pleasure started to mix into the pain.

Jamal could feel his orgasm build up; he began long-dicking Christian, withdrawing almost all of his cock from Christian’s boy pussy, before he slammed home, again and again, trying to starve off his orgasm.

Finally, with a loud roar, Jamal slammed in deep to Christian’s ass, pumping the boy full of puzzling hot cum, pulling back and slamming back in, as he kept shooting his thick sperm into the white fertile ass. He ground his cock in deep, slumping down onto Christian, moaning deep in the afterglow of his intense orgasm.

Slowly, Jamal started to pull out of Christian, pulling his snake from its snuck hole. Surprisingly, Christian’s hole managed to close up tight, though now puffy, when Jamal’s cockhead was free. Christian turned his hazy eyes towards Jamal, who admired his blemish free white skin – well, with the exception of his own red hand mark on the bitch-boy’s ass. Jamal was breathing heavy, his massive body shining with sweat.

The second he had laid his eyes on Christian, Jamal had known that he would be dicking the kid down. And he wasn’t done with him; far from it. Jamal grabbed Christian and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him into the shower, under the piping hot water. Christian’s legs wobbled under him from the fucking he had gotten, but Jamal pushed him against the wall, grinding his body and fat, rubbery cock against the muscle twinks body, twisting his head up by the hair and locking their mouths together. Christian could even feel Jamal’s huge black balls rub against his stomach.

The black giant pried Christian’s lips apart with his tongue, running it into Christian’s mouth, wrestling with the teenager’s tongue.

“MMmmmMh…” Christian groaned, when Jamal viciously slapped his ass again, digging his fingers into the tender boy globes. The teenager took the hint when Jamal slapped him the second time and began kissing back. Water was cascading down their muscular bodies, as steam rose around them, foggy up the glass door. Christian was six feet and a big guy for 18, but Jamal towered him.

Jamal pushed Christian into the corner of the cabin and pushed the boy to his knees. Christian looked up at the towering black man in front of him, with Jamal’s fat cock in his face. Jamal smeared the white teenagers’ pink lips and face with his precum that was freely oozing from his dark piss slit.

“You are a beautiful fucking slut … I am going to fuck you in ways you have never thought off,” Jamal said, his deep voice reverberating between the black tiles of the shower. He slapped Christian across the face with his cock, smearing more precum across Christian’s cheeks. “Kiss my cock, boy,” Jamal commanded. His lack of accent made his intonation so clear that it almost made him sound alien.

Christian swallowed hard, and leaned forward, kissing the long, fat cock that was waiving in his face.

“Again,” Jamal ordered. “Do not stop.” He buried a large, black hand in Christian’s blond hair as the boy began kissing the fat cock. As Christian got into the routine, Jamal began guiding Christian’s head up and down the length of his almost 11-inch cock, making the teenager slobber over it, covering it with saliva. Blood was rushing into Jamal’s fat cock, making it rigid as an iron pole again. Heat was emitting from it. The skin was soft against Christian’s lips and tongue, and he could feel the veins pumping.

Jamal pulled his cock away from Christian’s face. “Suck my balls.” He pushed Christian’s face in under his cock, running his big balls over the boy’s face to Christian’s mouth. Christian took one of Jamal’s huge balls in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

“Fuck yes, boy, suck my fucking balls. Make them fill back up with cum – suck my black balls, bitch. I am going to breed your white ass, until you cannot remember how it is not to have a black cock in your ass. Aaarh yes …” He was stroking his massive cock, as Christian swapped between the heavy black balls.

Suddenly he forced a thumb into the corner of Christian’s mouth, using it to spread his lips further apart. “Let us get those lips on my cock, boy … open up!” Christian’s stomach dropped and his eyes widened, when Jamal pushed his fat cock past Christian’s lips, thrusting it over the teenager’s warm tongue. He pushed as far into Christian’s face as he could, before pushing against the tight opening of the boy’s throat. As Christian gagged, Jamal pulled back and thrust back in, again and again, fucking his mouth. Jamal kept thrusting in and out, making Christian gag, but he got further and further in, forcing more and more of his long, fat cock into Christian’s mouth and throat. In a vicious thrust, Jamal hammered his cock into Christian’s face, forcing it into the boy’s throat, making him expand to the obscene girth of the fuck pole that was prying its way down his throat.

Christian was gagging and fighting to breath, gurgling, spit running down his chin, while Jamal moaned at the feeling of the tight throat wrapping around him, and the soft, hot tongue working below.

Finally, just as Christian thought he would pass out, Jamal pulled his cock free. Christian dropped down on his knees and hands coughing and spitting, with tears running down his cheeks. Jamal looked at him, waiting for him to stop coughing, slowly stroking his cock. When Christian had gotten his breath back, he looked up at Jamal, who smiled wide. “Up.” Christian scrambled to his feet; as he got up, Jamal grabbed his head with a huge hand and washed away the spit and tears, before he pulled Christian into a deep tongue kiss.

The water was turned off, and Jamal pushed Christian out of the cabin, grabbing a towel which he quickly ran over his own body, before towelling down Christian. With a hand on his white ass cheek, Jamal led Christian out of the bathroom, over to the couch and deep armchairs.

Jamal slumped down into one of the low armchairs, leaning back against the pillows, knees spread wide.

“Knees.” Christian instantly sank to his knees, between Jamal’s knees, with man’s big cock in his face. “Suck my cock,” he commanded.

Christian swallowed hard, before he reached out and wrapped a hand around the fat shaft – he could barely reach around – and spread his lips wide open, wrapping them around the massive head of Jamal cock. Jamal sighed deep, as his cockhead was enveloped by the hot mouth. Christian started to move up and down, barely getting a fourth of the massive cock in his mouth. Jamal put a huge hand on the back of his head, guiding his mouth further down, but he did not push hard enough for Christian to gag again.

“Suck my cock, boy, suck my fucking black cock.” Christian moved his lips faster up and down, twisting his head and trying to swirl his tongue around the thick shaft; there was a musky smell and taste to it, masculine and powerful. “Yes, like that, bitch, suck my cock with those pretty white lips. Aaaarh, yessss…” he moaned in his low, grumbling voice. “Aaah, fuuuuck yes, suck my cock boy. Fuck yessss, yesss-aaarh…” Jamal put his both his hands on the sides of Christian’s head and guided his head up and down, revelling in the sensation of the soft lips tightly locked around his sock, the swirling, hot tongue.

“Look at me.” Christian’s bright blue eyes snapped up to Jamal’s piercing black eyes. Jamal kept his eyes fixed, and Christian couldn’t look away, as Jamal kept moving his mouth up and down the thick black cock. Saliva was running down the fat cock, down the massive balls. More and more of the fat, black mamba slid past Christian’s lips and it seemed to move further and further past the tight opening of his throat. Christian’s foggy mind was racing at the thought of Jamal trying to force his cock into his throat. He started to hold the boy’s head down, making him gag, before he let Christian slide back up for air, and yanking him back down. Saliva and precum was dripping onto the floor.

Christian’s legs, knees, arms, and jaw were starting to ache.

Jamal could feel a second orgasm build as he slid forward in the chair, moving his muscular ass out over the edge of the chair. He began thrusting into Christian’s face, meeting the downward movements of his white bitch’s mouth, slamming against the tight throat opening.

With a brutal thrust, while pulling Christian’s head down, Jamal’s cock sank past the throat opening and almost all the way in; Jamal threw his head back and moaned, as Christian gagged and struggled to get back off, but Jamal easily held him in place. Finally, Jamal pulled his cock free of Christian’ throat and let the boy breathe, before he rammed his cock back in, face fucking Christian’s pretty pink lips. But now Jamal kept ramming his cock into Christian’s throat, again and again, impaling the teenagers face.  Christian just focused on breathing, as his throat was assaulted by the obscene black pole; bit by bit he managed getting the fat shaft shoved down his throat easier. And Jamal noticed, through his horned-up mind. He pushed deeper and deeper, keeping his cock buried in Christian’s throat now.

Suddenly Jamal got to his feet, still with his cock in Christian’s mouth. Standing he twisted the teenager’ head back and slammed home, burying his cock to the hilt in Christian’s throat, grinding his crotch against the white boy’s face, before he pulled back and started cumming in Christian’s mouth with an animalistic moan, while still thrusting his cock in and out of the boy’s mouth.

As Christian starred up the glistening black body, salty, slightly tangy cum flooded his mouth; he couldn’t swallow fast enough and as it kept coming, it began oozing out at the corners of his mouth.

With the flow slowing, Jamal was looking down at Christian’s wide eyes and even wider spread lips. “Swallow, slut,” the black mountain ordered. Christian fought off his gag reflex as he swallowed the cum that was still left.  Jamal slowly withdrew his cock and used it to rub the saliva and cum that covered Christian’s lips and chin over his face.

With a hand in his hair, Jamal pulled Christian to his feet. “You are an amazing fuck, bitch. You are my property now. Come here.” Jamal led Christian to the bed, with his heavy hand on the boy’s neck and pushed him onto it, before lying down behind him. A massive black arm was wrapped around him – Christian hadn’t noticed the intricate, black tattoo on the mountain’s black skin before – and pulled him in against his warm, sweaty skin.  The fat cock that had been railing his throat moments earlier, pushed up between his ass cheeks, nestling between Christian’s firm buns. “You better get some sleep, before the next round,” Jamal rumbled, as grinded his cock against Christian’s ass.

Christian was exhausted and as the adrenalin was no longer pumping through him, he fell asleep, worried about what would going to happen next.