My Best Friend Marcus

(This story is a bit more intense than others I have written, including scenes of forced sex, potential rape, and gang bang activities. This is written purely for fantasy and does not condone any of these activities.)

The next Monday, I went to work with a heavy sinking feeling consuming me. What if Dwayne had told others about Friday night? What if he outed me to my coworkers? What if he made some suggestive comments that caused others to guess my secret? I had never been more nervous heading into work. Marcus had promised that he was going to talk with Dwayne, telling him that we were uncomfortable with what had happened and it couldn’t happen again.

As it turned out, however, my fears seemed to be unfounded. My coworkers all treated me the same, and pretty soon I was busy with my projects and had all but forgotten my fears. Until I heard a knock on my open door, and looked up to see Dwayne stepping into my office and closing the door, holding a gift bag. Once safely inside, he wasted no time reminding me of where he had been: “How’s that pussy today, bitch?” he asked condescendingly.

“Dwayne, man, I can’t…” I started to reply before he interrupted: “I know, I know. Marcus told me that you guys didn’t like what happened Friday, and he got all jealous seeing my black cock find it’s home in your pussy. But you know what,” he continued quietly as he leaned in close to me, almost whispering in my ear, “I think you want it again.” A shiver went down my spine as I heard those words. “Besides,” he continued, “I got you a gift.” He handed me the bag.

I opened the bag to see a pregnancy test laying in the bottom. Dwayne busted out laughing when he saw the look on my face. “I just wanted you to have a little momento of me,” he said, still laughing. “Besides, as much cum as I dumped in you, it’ll probably come back positive! Maybe I need to start calling you my ‘Baby-mama!’” He was really getting a kick out of his joke. I dropped the bag and test into the trash and said, “That’s not funny, Dwayne. And I don’t want a momento of Friday. I want to forget it ever happened.”

He leaned back to stare me down, his face inches from mine, as he continued, “I’ve never had a white boy cum twice in the same fucking, just from my dick. You and me, we had some good sex, and I’m not ready to give that up. From the lust in your eyes, you ain’t ready to stop either, bitch.” The flood of emotions I felt was terrifying. I hated Dwayne for how he had guessed my secret, turned me out, and was trying to hold it over me. I hated that he noticed my submissive nature and talked to and about me as an effeminate slut. But damn, I loved how he fucked me Friday. And I hated that I loved it. Remembering we were at work, common sense finally got the better of me.

“Dwayne, I don’t want a repeat,” I lied assertively, standing up to try to show him I was not intimidated by his presence. “You know I’m with Marcus, and what we have is special. I’m not even really into guys, just him.”

Dwayne laughed in my face, his warm breath hitting me as he did so. “You can try to fool yourself all you want,” he said, “but you and I both know that this big black cock is going to be balls deep in your pussy again very soon, because we both want that. And you may not be into ‘guys’,” he said, using air quotes, “but you most definitely into big black cock! And I've got just what you need right here.” He accentuated his last sentence by grabbing a handful of his crotch, thrusting it forward toward me in a lewd manner.

“Get out, Dwayne!” I said harshly. “This conversation is over!”

Laughing again, he casually walked over to the door. Putting his hand on the knob, he turned and said, “This ain’t over, bitch!” He then opened the door and strolled out.

I sat at my desk, contemplating what to do next. Should I call Marcus and tell him? No, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I didn’t want Marcus to get angry at Dwayne and do something that he would regret or that would jeopardize his job. I didn’t want to keep a secret from Marcus, but I wasn’t sure how to tell him. Should I try to report Dwayne to HR for sexual harassment? No, that would mean I would have to answer questions about why Dwayne thought I might be interested in getting fucked by him. It would mean I would have to admit that I had sucked his cock and bounced on his cock at his party. I would have to admit that I submitted myself to his powerful black cock, and his was not the first black cock that had fucked me. HR would mean probably outing myself and Marcus in the process. I decided that until I could find a way forward, I would just keep Dwayne’s words to myself, hoping for the best.

Marcus and I had good sex that night, although I will admit that I was a little preoccupied with what Dwayne had said. Marcus used his cock, though, to remind me why I loved getting fucked by him. I slept hard that night, my ass warm and throbbing from his raw fuck.

The next several days passed without incident, and I began to think that maybe Dwayne was just all talk. Then, Thursday morning Marcus stopped by my office about an hour after we got to work. “Hey, something unexpected has come up and I just found out that I’m flying out to San Diego late this afternoon,” he said. The project that he was working on involved a client that was difficult, and they needed some onsite work done. Marcus had gotten picked for the assignment, and was headed home to pack and then off to the airport. If all went well, he would be back Sunday or Monday at the latest.

We both often had to travel for work, and had always found it to be a perk of working for our company. But this was the first time that we were going to be apart since we had started having sex, and I suddenly felt sad that I would be alone this weekend. I also wished that I could kiss him goodbye, but standing here in the office, we had to settle for a friendly wave as he headed out.

That afternoon, Dwayne stopped by to let me know that he hadn’t forgotten his promise to fuck me again. “I heard your man is headed out of town,” he said, poking his head in my office, not even closing the door.

“Dwayne!” I said sharply but quietly. “Close the door!”

He stepped into my office and closed the door, laughing as he said, “Ooh, the bitch already wants me all to himself! You trying to get me alone so you can get in my pants again? Does my Baby-Mama need some more good dick?” His joking taunts would have been funny if they hadn’t been grounded in the reality of the past weekend. They would have been funnier if they had been directed at someone else. In fact, I realized that I had heard Dwayne joke this way with other guys around the office. I began to wonder if there were other guys who had submitted to the incredible fucking that Dwayne could give.

“No!” I retorted. “I just don’t want anybody else to hear you!”

“Who cares whether they know you spread your legs for my cock or not?” he asked.

“I care!” I said. “And like I told you Monday, I’m not really into guys. I still like girls, and I don’t want my reputation ruined by this! Plus, what happened is a one-time thing that we will not repeat!”

His comeback surprised me. “Maybe you should think about getting a new reputation, as a white slut for big black cock. ‘Cause your pussy was made to get fucked! Guys would be lined up around the block for a chance at yo’ ass!”

I blushed at his backhanded complement. “Thanks, I think,” I said.

“Back to the matter at hand,” he said, “I hear you’re going to be lonely this weekend, and I came to make an offer to keep you company.”

“No, Dwayne,” I answered. “I’m not interested.”

“Okay,” he said, smirking. “Your loss.” He walked over to the door, turning before stepping out. “If you change your mind, you know where I live.” With that, he opened the door and walked out.

For the first time, I was really faced with a dilemma. In my heart, I wanted to be faithful to Marcus, and I didn’t want to do anything that would hurt him. But in a much deeper place in my subconscious, I couldn’t forget the incredible ecstasy of getting fucked by Dwayne, and if I was honest, I wanted it again. I was now faced with the opportunity to give into my hidden desires, or stay true to my friend and lover. I had no idea what I was going to do.

I wrestled with my thoughts all afternoon, but decided against going to Dwayne’s. I just couldn’t do that to Marcus. I went home, ordered some Chinese, and sat down on the couch, scrolling through Netflix to find something to watch. I settled in for a quiet evening at home, wearing just a pair of cotton sleep shorts with no shirt and no underwear. It felt nice to have some alone time, and I went to bed early, sleeping soundly. I awoke the next morning, proud of myself for resisting the temptation and remaining faithful to Marcus.

All day at work, I kept expecting Dwayne to stop by my office to continue his attempts to draw me back into his lair. He never did. Maybe he finally got the message that I wasn’t going to be coming back to his place, and was not going to spread my legs for him again. At the end of the day, I left work, and went home. Some friends were meeting at a bar around 9, so I decided to take a nap and rest up before I went out with them. Despite my best intentions, however, fate (and Dwayne) had other plans. About 10 minutes after I got home, I heard a knock on my door. Assuming it to be one of my neighbors who got some of our mail, I opened the door without looking through the peephole. Instead of my neighbor, there was Dwayne, smirking as he stepped through the door, pushing me aside and walking in without an invitation.

“Dude, what are you doing?” I asked. Dwayne turned and looked at me, the same arrogant smirk on his face. He was wearing a black tank top and shorts, his massive arms and chest muscles proudly displayed. In short, he was fucking hot!

“Shut the door.” The command in his voice was clear, and I found myself obeying without even fully realizing what I was doing.

“Yeah,” he said as I obeyed. “I like a good bitch that knows to do what her man tells her to.” He continued, saying, “I decided that my Baby-Mama is probably too scared to admit what you want, so your man is here to help you.” He walked over to our living room, stripping off his tank top and dropping his shorts, revealing his incredible physique and huge cock to my lustful gaze.

I finally found my voice after staring for too long. “Dwayne, how did you know where I live?”

He laughed. “Did you forget that Marcus is my friend? I had his address listed in my contacts. Now get over here, get naked, and get your mouth on my cock where it belongs.”

Damn. I already knew I was going to give in. Shaking, I began walking toward Dwayne and the inevitable fucking that he had planned. I stopped near him. “Naked, now!” he commanded. I immediately began shedding clothes until I too was naked before him, my hard cock revealing how much I really did want him. “I knew you were hot for me!” he said cruelly. “You can deny it with your words, but your little cock is speaking loud and clear!”

Surrendering to the situation and to Dwayne, I stepped over to him and sank to my knees. He immediately pressed his hardening cock against my lips as his hand grabbed the back of my head. I opened my mouth and took him in as he guided my head onto his thick black cock. “Marcus told me his white boy was getting better at sucking cock, back before I found out it was you,” he said, grabbing my chin and turning my head up to look in my eyes. “Let’s see if he’s got you trained.” With that he pressed forward, his cock hitting the entrance to my throat, breaking through and sliding down into my throat. “Damn, baby!” he said, impressed. “Yo’ mouth is almost as good as yo’ pussy!” He proceeded to face fuck me for several minutes, holding my head and thrusting in and out, using my throat for his own pleasure.

Finally, he pulled me off his cock, grabbed me under the arms and stood me up. I felt small compared with him, standing in front of him. His body was incredible, and I couldn’t deny how turned on I was that this black stud wanted me. “Time to get to the main event!” he said. “Go get your lube!” Dwayne smacked my naked ass as I hurried to the bedroom to grab the lube. “Fuck, yeah!” he said, “I like it when my bitch is eager to get fucked. Look at you, ‘straight’ white boy, hurrying to get lube so you can cheat on your man with my big black cock!”

Shame filled me as I realized how true that was. One look at Dwayne naked in my living room and I was ready to fuck myself on his dick. I was ashamed and horrified that I would do this to Marcus, but I couldn’t stop myself. I grabbed the lube and walked back out. Dwayne was seated on our couch.

“I figured to start out, we could recreate the first time I was in your pussy,” he said. “Lube me up and sit on it! It's time to get you fucked!” I knew what he was doing. He wanted me to be the one to fuck myself on his cock. I couldn’t say that he’d forced me, or raped me, or even seduced me. I was going to have to take the responsibility for what we did today. He was telling me to fuck myself on his cock. And I was going to do it. I couldn’t stop myself. I poured the lube into my hand, slathering it on his very hard cock, then rubbing some on my hole. I set the lube bottle on the coffee table, straddled his lap, and reached back to grab his cock and place it at my hole. I sat back, feeling the head pop in, wincing from the pain of the initial entry. As that passed, I sat back further, feeling Dwayne slide ever deeper into my ass. I was giving myself to him. Finally, I hit bottom, his cock fully impaled in my eager ass.

“I told you this cock would be back in yo’ pussy soon!” he said, again smirking arrogantly. “Now show me how much you want this cock!” I lifted up and sat back down, beginning a bouncing rhythm, seated in his lap. He smiled, saying, “Yeah, that’s the good pussy I’ve been wanting. Damn baby, you feel good on me!” It did feel good, I had to admit, and it was feeling better by the second.

After another minute or so, Dwayne was ready for another position. He had me stand up, turn around, and sit on his cock facing away from him. He smacked my ass a couple of times as I descended back down his cock. “Damn, this ass is fine, white boy!” It felt good hearing him complement me, knowing that I turned him on. Once I was fully seated on him again, he pulled me back against his chest, reached down and grabbed my legs and lifted and splayed them out. He proceeded to lift and drop me onto his cock while simultaneously thrusting up into me. I was no longer fucking myself, he was fucking me from underneath, controlling his plundering of my hole. We fucked like that for another minute until he pressed me all the way down on him, his cock docked fully in my hole. Dwayne then scooted forward, wrapping his arms around my chest, and stood up from the couch. I was now dangling off the front of him, impaled on his cock. Because he was so much taller than me, my feet didn't touch the floor. I wrapped my legs backward around him as he walked forward, toward our patio doors.

“Where are you going?” I asked, horrified as he took one hand and reached for the door handle.

“I love fucking white boys outside,” he said, opening the door. He stepped out on the balcony with me dangling from his cock. We must have looked like quite a sight: a massive black guy with a smaller white guy hanging off his front, both completely naked. He stopped just outside the door and began bouncing me on his cock. I both loved the power he was exhibiting and hated the fact that he was trying to humiliate me by fucking me in public.

“Holy fuck!” a female voice said from my right. Turning my head in terror, I saw  Julie, my neighbor, standing there staring at me get fucked by Dwayne, a look of shock on her face. Julie and I had dated a couple of times, but it kind of fizzled out. Embarrassed does not even begin to describe how I felt at this moment. For his part, Dwayne kept fucking me like it was completely normal for him to be standing on the balcony, in full view of the world, fucking a white boy.

After the shock of seeing me, Julie smirked and said, “Well, I guess we know now why it didn’t work out between us!” I heard Dwayne laugh behind me as he said, “Yeah, you need to get you a real man, just like Johnny boy did here! He got him a real man, and this bitch sure loves to get fucked!” He kept moving me on and off his cock, showing off for Julie as he fucked me. I couldn’t help but moan at the pleasure that was radiating through my ass. Julie giggled as she said, “He sure seems to love it!”

“He sure does!” Dwayne answered. “Now I’m going to take him to his bed and fuck him proper. If you hear a bunch of screaming coming from over here, don’t worry!” he finished. “He's not in danger; I’m just giving his pussy the pounding it needs!” Content that he had fully humiliated me, Dwayne bent his legs slightly, setting me down on my feet and pulling out. He then grabbed me, turned me around and hoisted me over his shoulder as he said, “Nice to meet you Julie! Good luck in finding you a real man!” With that, he walked back in to the apartment, through the living room, and down the hall into my bedroom. He threw me on the bed on my back, grabbing my legs and pulling my ass to the edge of the bed as he speared back into me, grinning evilly as he began fucking me with intensity.

He moved us around into multiple positions that evening, taking me doggie, face down with him on me. He had me ride him while he lay on the bed. I came the first time while he was pounding me doggie. We finished with me on my back, my legs spread wide as he fucked me, leaning over me in a push up position. Looking down at me, he said, “I sure do like to see my bitches’ faces when I cum in them!” He kept up his steady pounding of my prostate, taking me closer and closer to my second hands free orgasm. Right before I coasted over the edge, he stopped, holding himself fully inside me. “Yeah, you’re close,” he stated, smiling. “My cock gets you there, baby.” He began a gentle in and out again, staring into my eyes, then held still again, before he leaned down and met my lips in a passionate kiss. The athletic fucking that I had just endured, combined with the sudden passion of Dwayne as he conquered my mouth, took me over the edge and I orgasmed for the second time that night, spraying both of our torsos with cum. My ass spasmed and gripped Dwayne’s cock, and he began thrusting in earnest again, quickly cresting over the edge of his own orgasm and filling me with his seed. He continued kissing me as we coasted through the afterglow. Even though he was an arrogant asshole, he was a passionate lover and I would be lying if I said I didn’t completely enjoy it.

Finally he rolled off me, his semi-hard cock slipping from my hole. “If you ain’t already pregnant from last week, then you definitely got my baby in you now!” Dwayne said laughing. My ass was definitely full, and I could feel some of his cum leaking and dripping out of my ass.

We laid there for a few minutes, then Dwayne moved to get up. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up!” he instructed. He padded into my bathroom, and I heard him starting the shower. I gingerly got up, my ass and sore muscles reminding me of what I had just experienced. I followed him into the bathroom, where he escorted me into the shower and then joined me. He grabbed the soap and began washing me, paying particular attention to cleaning my ass. He then handed me the soap and I washed him too. We got out and dried off. I found myself wondering why he wanted me to shower. I figured he would just leave after he got what he wanted. But Dwayne had other plans.

“Get dressed,” he commanded. “Wear something tight to show off that sexy white body.”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I’m hosting another party at my place tonight. Tim’s there, entertaining the guests until I get back. You’re coming with me.” Dwayne didn’t leave me a choice. He wanted me to come with him, so I reluctantly picked out some shorts and a fitted tank top that showed off my muscles well. Once we were both dressed, he led me out of my apartment, grabbing and holding my hand as we walked to his car. We passed Julie on our way out, who said, “Have fun guys!” I blushed five shades of red, my hand held by the black man who had made me his bitch.

Dwayne helped me in his car, and we quickly made the 10 minute drive to his house. When we arrived, there were a number of cars already there. It didn’t look as big as the crowd from last week, but it was clear that Dwayne was a popular host for parties. It wasn’t until we got inside that I realized how different this party was from last week’s. Taking in the scene as I walked in, I realized immediately that there were only guys in the room. Worse, it seemed that they were all black guys. Dwayne pulled me into the room, shutting the door as he greeted his guests by shouting, “I got us another bitch!” Cheers went up around the room.

I yanked my hand from him and turned to run out of the door, but Dwayne was prepared. He caught me, wrapped his arm around my waist and picked me up, walking us further into the house. I was powerless to do anything, and to my horror, I felt my cock hardening yet again from his manhandling of me, even though I had just cum twice in the past hour! He carried me into the master bedroom, where we found Tim, tied down onto a padded sawhorse contraption, a black guy on each end, stuffing both of his holes with big black cock. I simultaneously saw a second sawhorse, sitting empty, and suddenly knew this was Dwayne’s ultimate plan for me. I wouldn’t admit to him that I wanted his black cock again, so he fucked me anyway and then set up a scenario where I would be forced to take as much black cock as possible!

Dwayne set me down as I began begging him to let me go. “Please, Dwayne,” I started, “I don’t want to be here. Please don’t make me do this!”

“Shut up, bitch!” he said cruelly. “You need a lesson in what your holes are good for: taking black cock! Tonight, you’re gonna get filled with all the black cock you can handle.” With those words, he tore my tank top off and ripped my shorts down and off.

“Bitch, you can pretend you don’t want this all day long, but yo’ hard cock tells me you want more black cock!” Dwayne spat at me, laughing. “We gone give it you!” Grabbing my hands, he pulled me over the sawhorse, down onto my belly, and very quickly had my wrists and ankles secured. I tried to resist him, but he was too strong. I was naked, tied down on a contraption that placed both my mouth and my ass at cock level, and I was in a house filled with horny black guys. I resigned myself to my fate, at least grateful that the sawhorse was padded and had a hole for my cock to hang down through. To begin the night, Dwayne had his phone out videoing my position and said, “Smile for the camera!”

Almost immediately a cock was at my lips, pressing into my mouth, and relentlessly into my throat. As soon as he was docked in my throat, he held still as lube was poured on my hole, then another cock was pushed into my ass. Neither of these cocks were as big as Dwayne, so I could accommodate them. I joined Tim being stuffed in both ends, as the guys spit-roasting me quickly set up a back and forth rhythm. Thus began my gang-bang at the hands of a house full of muscular black guys. I lost count of how many loads I took in each hole. It felt like I was used for about 4 hours. I shot my load at least 4 more times as I was fucked to orgasm. The last one felt like nothing came out. My ass was sore, my balls were sore and empty, and my throat was so sore I couldn’t even speak. I think I even passed out at one point. None of that stopped the onslaught of black cock. I would never have believed that I would ever end up in this position when Marcus and I started our sexual relationship. Honestly, I couldn’t believe I was here now.

When the party finally ended and the guests were all gone, Dwayne came back in to the room to release Tim and I. “You guys made this party epic!” he said. I guess he thought I would be happy that I made his guests happy. He untied Tim first, who got up and seemed to be doing fine. Tim helped him untie me, but when I tried to stand up, my muscles locked up and I collapsed, passing out on the floor.

I awoke the next morning unsure of where I was. I finally realized I was in Dwayne’s guest room, sleeping off the gang bang from the night before. I guessed that Dwayne had carried me in there after I passed out. I suddenly had to get out of there, so I grabbed my shorts and shirt from the floor in Dwayne’s room, being quiet so as not to wake he and Tim. I went to the living room, and ordered an Uber with my phone. I saw on the screen that I had about 10 missed calls and a bunch of texts from Marcus. “Shit!” I thought. I would read them when I got home, I just had to get out.

The Uber arrived and I was able to leave without anyone knowing. I got home 10 minutes later, and slowly walked up the steps to my apartment, the ultimate walk of shame. I’m sure I looked exactly like a guy who had been fucked by every black guy in a five-mile radius. I didn’t care. I just wanted to be home where I could sort through the past 24 hours and figure out what I do next. I was exhausted and sad.

I opened the door to our apartment, and stopped in my tracks. Sitting on the sofa was Marcus, back early from his trip. He looked sad and broken. He was holding his phone, and I could hear the sound from the video he was watching: “Smile for the camera!” I broke down sobbing as I realized Dwayne must have sent him the video of last night.

“Have fun last night?” he asked me sarcastically.

The events of last night, the fear and anger and sadness, the reality of Marcus knowing, all combined together at once, and I couldn’t take it. I collapsed sobbing  on the floor. I saw Marcus move quickly coming toward me, concern on his face as drifted out of consciousness.

When I awoke, I was in my bed. It looked like late afternoon by the sunlight coming in. Marcus walked in as I was waking, a look of real concern on his face.

“I keep coming in to make sure you’re breathing,” he said, with more tenderness than I would have expected.

“Thank you,” I said hoarsely, my throat still raw. “What did Dwayne tell you?” I asked.

“He sent me a video of you tied down and taking multiple guys,” Marcus replied. “His text said, ‘Check out what yo bitch up to!’” Marcus stopped talking for a minute, before he continued. “I got done sooner than I expected, so I got an earlier flight so I could come home and surprise you. I was missing you, but I find you slutting yourself out to every black guy in town.”

“It’s not like that!” I said, tears streaming down my face at his pain. “Dwayne showed up intent on fucking me again. I tried to resist, but he was too strong. He fucked me here, then took me back to his place for a party. I didn’t know I was going to be used as the main event at the party. He forced me onto that thing, and then let all those guys rape me. I’m so sorry, Marcus!”

“I’m going to kill him!” Marcus said, anger clouding his face.

“NO!” I shouted. “You can’t do anything to him. I can’t lose you! Please just stay here with me. I would be lost if you were in jail or worse, dead. Please leave it alone.”

Marcus’ expression softened some, and his body relaxed. “Okay, but he better never come near you again.”

Marcus helped me get up, took me into the shower and washed me gently. He held me under the warm water, he kissed me and held me in his arms. I genuinely felt loved. Yet I felt guilty, too. While I didn’t want to give in to Dwayne, I had enjoyed him using me. I didn’t know how I would face him on Monday. I didn’t know what the future held. Was I still straight? I didn’t know how to talk to Marcus about any of my dark thoughts, so I just remained silent, content at the moment to love him and let him love me.

After the shower, Marcus led me into the living room, sitting down on the couch and pulling me down to cuddle with him. "I came home early in part to tell you that I have some news," he began.

To be continued…

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