Adventures of a Power Bottom

Written by an interracial couple (older white male, younger black male) into consensual race play and BDSM fantasy. We decided to flip the age dynamics, and make the power bottom a twink. The story may seem extreme, but we find the fantasy objectification and power exchange very sexually satisfying.

Background: Cody is a 27-year-old, very handsome blonde twink. He has recently inherited his late father’s estate; its estimated worth is $1.2 million. With his new resources, Cody has decided to buy seven muscle sex-slaves for his pleasure.

Scene: Cody’s house in the woods. Cody stands in his den, where he speaks to seven, naked black bodybuilders that he bought at auction. The men are prison felons, and have agreed to be auctioned in exchange for release from prison. Cody is now 

“You are my cock slaves,” said the young white man.  

“Yes, Master.”

“There are seven of you. Once a week, one of you will perform for me.” Cody looked at the seven black men, not at their faces, but at their oversized cocks. “You will exercise six days a week, and on the seventh day you will give me your hot cum. On your performance day, you will take yohimbe and Viagra, and be naked at all times. And you will pleasure my holes, until I am completely satisfied.”

“Yes, Master,” came the reply. The naked black men were all muscular.

“You will moisturize your skin, shave your head, clip your toenails, and do everything to make your bodies perfect for me. There will be no nappy pubic or armpit hair. You will be completely shaved and oiled, with your hard muscles pumped from exercise. You will look like gods.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You were created to serve my white ass. That is your only purpose in life; to give me pleasure, 24/7, on demand, whenever, and wherever I choose. Now confirm that you agree, by licking my hole.”

Cody dropped his expensive blue jeans, and they pooled around his ankles and his brown leather Oxford shoes. He pulled up the tail of his polo shirt. He had a small white ass. His nigger slaves all had massive, muscular asses, oversized out of proportion, just like the rest of their overly muscled bodies. But Cody's ass was normal, and respectable, with just the right amount of downy, blonde hair. He bent over and exposed his pink anus. It glistened with mango flavored lube.

One by one, the nigger tongues fucked his hole. Their oversized fat lips pressed against his own ass lips. Their tongues slipped deep inside him, like tiny penises, filling him with pleasure, until he gasped.

“I didn’t say for you to cum!”

Precum oozed down the seven men’s coal black shafts, and Cody knew they would ejaculate from the sight of his perfect, white butt. He quickly pulled up his pants, before they wasted their jizz on the cold concrete floor.

“Don’t get excited, unless I tell you.”

“But Master, we can’t help it. Your ass is a dream. It’s more than we hoped for.”

“Never cum… or precum… unless I tell you!”

They bowed their bald, black heads. “Yes, Master.”

“Stop calling me Master! I don’t like this subservience. You are inferior to me, but sexually, you are superior. Sexually, you are gods. When we have sex, never call me Master. You will call me slut, whore, bitch, and the like, to turn me on. Only call me Master after the sex is over. And the sex isn’t over yet. Keep licking my hole, but don’t cum.”

“Yes, whore.”

“Not like that, idiots. Let’s try this. When I say, ‘at ease,’ you play your role and degrade me. Get nasty, be yourself. Say, ‘you fucking slut,’ and things like that. But when I say, ‘attention,’ you revert back to calling me ‘Master.’ Got it? And just say yes for now.

“Yes,” came the deep, black masculine voices in unison.

“Remember, ‘attention’ means you are to act like the subservient slaves you are. ‘At ease’ means you can loosen up and be the sexual beasts you are! Now, obey the command! At ease!”

The naked, black men relaxed. “You’re a hot slut, one of them said. I love tongue fucking your cracker ass!”

“Yeah, just like that.”

“Imma lick dat juicy hole, bitch!” Said another black man.

“Fuck yeah! You’re getting the hang of it!”

But now one of them stuck a black finger in Cody’s hole, too hard and too fast. It hurt.

“Attention! Did I tell you to finger me?”

“No, Master!”

“At ease! Do you like my ass?”

“Hell yeah, cracker!”

“Good. You know the difference between ‘attention’ and ‘at ease’: act like niggers when I say ‘at ease,’ and act like slaves when I say ‘attention.’ Attention!”

“Yes, Master,” replied the black studs. “We understand.”

“Good. Now, when I say at ease, I will call you all names like ‘Daddy,’ or maybe ‘Master,’ for my pleasure. But remember, even though I act subservient to you when I say at ease, I am still in charge. You must roleplay exactly how I want you to. That is what I paid for, and that is what I expect. Remember, I own you for my pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now, let’s get back to tongue fucking, but don’t cum! At ease!”

On the command of ‘at ease,’ all seven men came at Cody, with their giant nigger dicks swinging like shiny, black billy clubs.

“Damn, we gonna enjoy dis! Dat cracker ass is sweet. Tastes like fruit. They licked their lips and began tongue fucking him.

“Command me,” Cody said. “Role play for my pleasure.”

“Spread dem white cheeks wider!”

“Oh yes!” Cody placed his slim hands on both ass cheeks and pushed them apart. His juicy, pink hole throbbed like a tiny pussy as they licked it with their fat tongues.

“Finger me, gently.”

One of the men licked his own finger, and then slid it in Cody’s hole. Cody felt it penetrate him, one knuckle, then two, until it was all the way in.

“Imma werk dat hole, boy!”

“Oh, it feels so good!”

The finger was thicker than a normal man’s finger. God had created this hand in absolute perfection, solely for the pleasure of finger fucking a hungry white hole.

“Oh!” Cody moaned. His pink dick hardened as the horny bucks finger fucked him good. His rectum spasmed around the finger, until he was gasping for air.

“I always wanted to fuck a white boy’s sweet pussy hole. You sure is fine, boy. Sweet like honey. Dem blonde ass hairs shine like gold!”

Cody sighed in delight. “Lick the hairs, please.”

“Hell yeah, bitch! Imma put two fingers in, down to the knuckle!”

“Mmmm…” Cody was ecstatic, and with that, he shot his load, as the fat black fingers knocked-up his prostate.

White jizz spurted on the floor.

“Now lick it up, bitch.”

“Yes.” Cody licked his own cum, and then looked at the men. Their cocks—each twice as long as his—swelled up harder and fatter. Cody’s ass was turning them on. Precum leaked from their cock heads. ‘Better end this now,’ Cody thought, ‘before they all waste their jizz.’

Cody fell to the ground, and lay there content. “Attention!” He said, and then, “You may leave now.”

“But you got us excited…”

“I said, Attention! Leave, now!”

“Yes, Master.”

As they walked to the door—naked, black, muscular, and hard—Cody gave them final instructions:

“In seven days, the real fun will begin. You may use the gym, shower, and kitchen on the premises. You can access my porn library as well. You are to masturbate naked together each day as you watch my interracial porn collection. I want you to be hard 24/7.… but do not cum! Starting next Monday, you will serve me, with your pent-up balls and big, black cocks.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now leave.”

The muscular black men filed out of the room. Cody smiled to himself, as he imagined the pleasures that awaited him.

Seven days went by, and then Monday came…

Monday

Cody read the ad he had printed from the dark web. It was for Marcus, Monday’s cock slave:

‘Big Black Buck

Bull balls and eight-inch horse cock, blacker than coal. Huge chest. Muscular legs.

Can cum multiple times in one night.

Obedient. Sexually insatiable.

Powerful orgasms. Can shoot spunk clear across the room.

Satisfaction guaranteed, or your money back.’

...Meanwhile, the men were in the training room, preparing for their first day of service.

One was on the treadmill, his big nostrils flared, his big black dick hard and curved up like a black sword. As he ran, his oversized balls flopped in the air, full of seed, waiting for his day for sexual release.

Another buck worked his lats and biceps. His arms were thick with muscle. His hard black dick twitched with each pull-up.

The other five men watched a hot porno as they sat on the tiny couch, naked. Their strong, black bodies pressed against each other as they watched a big muscular Haitian man on the screen. He moaned words in Creole as he fucked a big-tittied white woman, his big nigger dick slipping in and out her deep juicy, pussy.

Their fists blurred as they pumped their black meat.

Cody walked into the training room. It contained a small kitchen, a shower, exercise equipment, and a large TV for porn watching. He had made it especially for his new menagerie of muscle slaves.

Cody looked at the screen in shock, and then reprimanded the men. “Attention! I didn’t tell you to jack off to straight porn!”

Without a word, the sex slaves stopped the video, and replaced it with a gay porno. Now they jacked their fat swollen black meat sticks to a young white boy sucking off a black daddy.

“Much better. Now, which one of you is my big, black Daddy for tonight?”

The muscle slave named Cletus stood up. He was six-foot-two, and pure black muscle. “I am, Master.”

“Oh, I forgot to say at ease. Relax, Cletus.”

The muscled buck relaxed with a smile, and let out his true nature. “I’m fucking you tonight, bitch.”

“Sounds hot, Daddy,” Cody said. “But tonight, I want to start out slow. You can take my ass another night, for my pleasure. For now, I’m going to suck you off.”

“I’d rather fuck you, but OK. I know my place, to serve and satisfy your needs.”

“Mmmm Daddy,” Cody said in excitement. “Let’s go to the basketball court, and see how well you can satisfy me. I’m hungry for cum tonight.”

They left the training room and went outside. The house had a court in the back, which Cody had built especially for his black muscle slaves.

“Can you shoot some hoops for me?” Cody said. “I want to see you flex your muscle before I suck you.”

“Sho nuff. Can do. Basketball is my favorite sport.”

The black buck picked up a ball that lay under the net. He was naked, except for a heavy gold chain around his neck and a baseball cap turned backwards.

“Put those high tops on before you play. They’ll give those big, oversized feet traction.”

The man put on the bright red, size fourteen basketball shoes. They matched the color of his Chicago Bulls cap.

He ran around the court, on muscular legs, dribbling the ball like a pro, as his big black dick bounced up and down. It was limp, but fat and about five inches long.

Cody’s mouth watered as he watched the massive black cock flop between the slave’s powerful legs. Cletus’ naked, black body was oiled and shiny. He was dumber than shit in most regards, but when it came to basketball, he knew every trick and move.

Cody stood at the edge of the court, watching in amazement as Cletus moved like a pro. He netted every shot he threw.

Cody smiled. Cletus sure knew how to put a ball in a hole.

“Come over here, Daddy, and stay at ease.”

“I thought you’d never ask, boy.” Cletus tossed the ball aside and approached the handsome, young white man. Cletus smelled of clean, fresh sweat. His dick was getting longer.

Cody got down on his knees and looked up at the big black cock in his face.

“Suck dis dick.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Cletus pushed the fat, juicy tip in Cody’s mouth.

Cody heard the black buck say “Oooh,” as the slippery cockhead slid across Cody’s tongue. Immediately, the entire shaft hardened and grew to full length. It was like a black snake, an anaconda, trying to burrow in a warm dark hole.

Cletus placed strong black hands on Cody’s blonde head. “You is so fuckin’ beautiful.”

“I know,” Cody said, through a mouthful of cock.

“As beautiful as a woman.”

Cody sucked the dick. Licked it. Let it fuck his mouth.

Cletus’ big muscular chest heaved, his big black nipples hard like two tiny erections.

Cody placed his hands on Cletus’ strong thighs as delicious nigger dick slid deeper in his mouth.

“Ooo weee, boy! Imma cum rite now!”

Cody let the cock slip out of his mouth. “Hold it. I want you to last all night, until I’m ready for you to pop.”

“But I can cum multiple times.”

Cody had forgotten that this creature was unlike normal men. It could jizz nigger spunk all night.

“Oh, you are perfect. How many times can you ejaculate, Daddy?”

“Ejakyoolate? Cletus said, as if not understanding the word. “You mean nut? I can bust a nut six times.”

“Six times! Hell yes! Cum down my throat, Daddy! Please!”

The muscular beast grabbed the young man’s head with both hands, and impaled his pink lips on his giant nigger dick. It sank in all the way to the shaft. Cletus moaned “ooooh,” like some wild, masculine animal, and then his oversized, muscular buttocks and tree trunk thighs spasmed as a hot nigger cum shot down Cody’s throat.

It was thick, creamy, and salty. The buck sighed in relief and tried to pull out, but Cody kept his lips clamped on Cletus’ cock.

The cockhead was oversensitive in its post-ejaculation. The muscle slave’s eyes widened from the intense sensation. Cletus tried pulling out again, but Cody’s hungry lips were too strong.

With a suction grip, Cody kept sucking the dick, fucking the dick, squeezing the dick between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

The black slave’s body tensed and his big nostrils flared as he spurted out load number two.

It was a milking session, and the buck was getting drained, down to the last drop until his black balls were empty.

“This is too much, bitch. Get off my dick!” Cletus tried pushing the bobbing head away, but Cody wouldn’t quit.

“Attention!” Cody said through a mouthful of juicy, nigger dick.

“Yes, Master. I obey.” The top Daddy reverted to his slave nature, and gave up his nigger dick to his white Master.

Cody sucked the dick like a penis pump, with vacuum suction. He wasn’t as sexually potent as this muscle nigger, but his hunger for cock was relentless.

“Ugh!” Said the buck, as his cock got fucked. “You rapin’ my dick!”

The young man nodded in agreement, as he sucked the dick deeper.

The big, athletic nigger flexed every powerful muscle in his coal black body. Cletus shook his bald head back and forth, his fat lips opening in an O as he bellowed like a bull, the sensation so intense he felt like he was dying from pleasure. He felt his big black balls draining, as this young man stole every ounce of nigger sperm from his oversized, meaty testicles.

“I need to take a break,” Cletus said.

But the young man wouldn’t stop, and then another wave of nigger jizz shot down Cody’s throat, hot and salty, like a fine delicacy.

This animal could shoot six loads. Three more loads to go.

The young, handsome man made love to this amazingly athletic nigger dick. The black balls jiggled and popped as if they had a life of their own. The dick jerked this way, and that, as if it were its own creature, independent of the nigger it was attached to. Cody worked every inch of it lovingly like a Master that truly loved his nigger’s dick. To Cody, Cletus was nothing but dick. Nothing but a big, black, cock. Noting but an oversized, nigger nutsack ripe for harvest.

“Argh!” Cletus came again. Twelve spurts he first time, eleven spurts the second, ten spurts the third. And now nine spurts the fourth time, as his dick flared up and shot its load deep down Cody’s demanding throat.

Cletus gibbered like an animal, as the pleasure turned him into a sexual beast. He thrusted his hips mindlessly, his mind a complete blank, as his consciousness devolved into that of a primate. His heart pumped blood hot and fast, thickening his eight-inch cock to animalistic proportions. The great ape was handsome to behold. Set free of human nature, he now rutted like the animal he truly was: a magnificent black beast, giving up his nigger sperm to his superior white master as he came a fourth time.

Cletus’ oversized nigger ass contracted and relaxed. His muscular thighs pressed together. His nuts drew up deep inside his body. His Adam’s apple hung heavy from his gasping throat. His big, black bald head dripped with fresh sweat. “Ooooo,” he gruned with a deep, guttural moan. He sounded like a roaring bull, as his fat cock popped another load of hot, sweet jizz down Cody’s throat.

One more load to go.

The young man pulled away from the rock-hard cock. It was stiff as a tree branch and just as thick.

“You’re solid as a rock. I am very pleased with you. And to think, I almost missed your auction!”

Cletus was a criminal, a thug. A felon incarcerated for a lifetime of petty theft. Cletus had hated prison, couldn’t stand another year of being locked up like an animal. And so, he had taken the warden’s offer. Once the agreement was struck, the warden had faked Cletus’ death, and then sold him on the black market. Cletus wasn’t gay, but like any black man, he couldn’t help fucking anything that moved.

A week later, he had stood naked for auction, his dick shamefully exposed, in a room full of gay, bisexual, and trans rich, white people.

The helpless, athletic muscle man listened as he was auctioned off in the cavernous room. All his muscles couldn’t save him now, in a room where money and intelligence—and not brute strength—were power.

“50 dollar bid,” said the auctioneer. “Now 55. 55 dollar bid, now 60. 60 dollar bid, now 65. Bid it, now. Gotta get it, now. I have 65. Would you bid 70? Anyone give 70? I have 65. Anyone give 70? Sold, 65!”

Cletus couldn’t believe it. He had been sold for only sixty-five dollars! Then again, the place had been filled with bucks. With so many of them, no wonder they went for cheap.

Cletus knew nothing of black market sex auctions, so he couldn’t have known that he was actually worth far more than sixty-five dollars. The price of attendance alone had been ten-thousand dollars, raising Cletus’ actual worth—as a magnificent, big-dicked nigger slave to ten-thousand, sixty five dollars!

Cletus now stood on a basketball court, behind the secluded home of a white man who was currently raping his big, juicy nigger dick. Memories continued to flash through his puny brain, like random scenes in a dream: a young, slim white man walking to the stage with the winning bid; a hood placed over his head; his naked body pushed into the trunk of a car; being driven for miles, until he arrived at this house, deep in the woods; the mask removed, and six other naked bucks standing before him; now the Master speaking to them, and giving a warning: ‘If anything happens to me, or if any of you escape, the criminal justice system will find you out…’

The words haunted him: ‘The criminal justice system will find you out…’

Cletus wasn’t gay, but at least here he could have sex every single week. At first, it didn’t seem like much of a deal. But after seeing this white boy’s hot naked body, he had started to accept this new form of imprisonment.

‘You are not human,’ Cody had told him, in the firm, gentle voice of a dominant power bottom. ‘You are an animal. A big, muscular, sex monkey. You are nothing but a big, black cock. God created you for sexual pleasure, and nothing more. As the days pass, you will begin to enjoy giving your dick to me, and you will thank me for it.’

“Thank you,” Cletus now said as Cody lustfully stared at his cock. Cletus realized it now: When Cody spoke to him, he never looked him in the face. Cletus couldn’t recall Cody ever making eye contact with him. No, whenever the young man spoke to him, his eyes remained firmly on his cock, as if he was talking to the dick, and the dick alone. To Cody, Cletus did not exist as a human being. He was nothing more than a cock to be serviced and used for Cody’s pleasure.

“You are nothing but dick.”

The truth of Cody’s words sent Cletus into orgasm, and the muscle nigger ejaculated on the young man’s face. “Thank you,” he said, and felt another orgasm coming.

Cletus had never cum more than six times, but now he felt a seventh load stir, as his balls filled up with seed.

“Don’t tell me ‘thank you,’” Cody said. “I didn’t buy you for conversation. I brought you for cock. Now shut up, and cum.” Jizz dripped down the young man’s beautiful face. He had pale skin, green eyes, silky blonde hair, and a cute, slender nose.

The athletic, muscle nigger was Cody’s complete opposite, with thick lips, and a fat, button nose. Cletus had a wide, sloping forehead, and skin the color of tar. His dick was so hard it pressed against his stomach, straight up, like a lightning rod.

“I will take all of your cum. I will suck, and suck, until I turn your balls inside out. But for these final loads, I want to see you cum without manual stimulation.”

The buck humped empty air, thrusting his meat into emptiness. “I can’t.”

“Tsk. You can do better. You must do better. Unless you want to go back to a maximum security prison.” Cody said. “You can cum without being touched. You can cum without any stimulation at all. Cum again for my pleasure. Now!”

Every muscle knotted and tensed. The buck inhaled, but couldn’t exhale. Cletus heart swelled up with blood, and then with one massive pump, it pushed a torrent of blood into his cock. He tried to breathe but couldn’t. His lungs burned.

Cody casually took out a tape measure from his pocket, and measured his property. “Nine inches,” he said. “In the last fifteen minutes, you grew an inch from eight. Now cum, before you suffocate. You’re having a reaction to the Viagra and yohimbe I gave you. I gave you three times the recommended dosage. Your muscles are convulsing; your throat and diaphragm are constricted. You can only exhale if you orgasm. Either you die, or you cum. Give me your cum. I want it. I need it. I demand it!”

Cletus wasn’t listening. He was lost in the beginnings of a full-body orgasm. The muscle nigger thrusted his hips forward and ejaculated hard. Cum flew over Cody’s head, and hit the wall six feet behind him. Spurt after spurt came the nigger cum, hard, hot and fast like bullets from an illegal weapon. The boy grabbed the nigger’s dick and opened his mouth. Salty jizz, thick and rich, flooded his mouth, every sperm cell a nigger baby that would never be born.

After the last spurt, Cody let go of the massive black cock, and the big, muscle nigger fell to his knees. His dick was now soft, but still inhumanly large, hanging six inches limp from his powerful, naked black body.

“Good nigger. Despite being straight, you’ve managed to satisfy my needs. Tomorrow, I will start injecting you with testosterone and growth hormone. In addition, you will take erection pills twice a day, so that you will always be hard. By month’s end, you will be the biggest, blackest, nigger dick this side of Africa! So masculine and virile! You are my glorious muscle bitch!"

Cletus had never been drained like this. The cum was all gone. It would take at least a day for his big nigger balls to refill. Yet even now, drained of spunk, his dick was getting hard again.

Cody stared at Cletus’ cock with approval. “I emptied your balls, but just like a nigger, you’re still erect. You’ll probably be hard, even when you’re dead, buried, and on your way to heaven! Jesus, you can’t possibly be human! You’re goddamn amazing!”

Cletus moaned, as the burden of his eternal erection weighed heavily between his naked thighs.

“Any last words before you’re dismissed?

“I don’t understand… I fucking hate you, bitch… but for some reason, your sweet, white body turns me on!”

“Of course it does,” Cody smiled, as he wiped cum from his handsome face. “Now get out of my sight, you sexy bastard… until I’m ready to use your big, nasty nigger dick again!”

Cletus left the basketball court. As he showered for bed with the other six men, he realized his eight-inch cock had grown... first to nine inches... and now to ten! Would it be eleven by tomorrow? At this rate, he would soon be nothing more than a throbbing, big black dick...