"Give me your WhatsApp number and be prepared for a try out. If I think you are what we are looking for, you'll have the chance to become a proper kafir faggot whore. It's what you want, isn't it, bitch?".
My heart was racing.
"Yes" I typed, paused and then clicked send.
And there it was; my admission of a dirty little desire I subconsciously had, out in the open. My heart was racing. I almost wanted to delete the conversation.
"You had to think about that, didn't you, bitch?"
He was in my fucking mind. How did he know? Again, I hesitated. I was just about to reply when he wrote:
"I like a challenge. Your nervousness is going to make you a compliant faggot - I've seen it before. You just need to stop thinking and just do what you are told. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir" I immediately replied.
"Good."
And he was gone. I looked at the chat window for about five minutes and then realised that he was no longer online.
My mind was working overtime. What the fuck was I doing? It didn't make any sense, wasn't logical... and yet as I pondered this fantasy wondering if I had made a mistake, my dick had been leaking pre cum. My pants were soaked in pre cum such that I could smell it.
I changed tabs in my browser and look at some porn, some other websites and slowly my find drifted until I went to bed. When asleep, my dreams were punctuated with horny mini episodes of submission. I was enjoying it and as I realised I was dreaming, I tried to make my mind focus on the potential fantasy-cum-reality that I was desiring.
The next day after work, I opened my account; no messages. Hmm. Oh well. I then went to thisvid, xvideos, xtube, xhamster... and started searching for interracial porn, as I normally did. This time, however, I wanted to look for South Asian guys, specifically topping white guys. There was a raft of videos in the search results, but the majority of them were Desi guys being stripped, some Pakistani boys kissing, even an elder taking advantage of his "nephew". But there were maybe less than half a dozen Pakistani guys with white guys. There were a few that got me hard - "Young Paki daddy breeds white slut" had a hairy guy with a rock hard cock making the white sub moan like a bitch, "White gay fucked raw by a Paki" had a long haired white teen getting a good solid fucking from a sexy young Pakistani guy who looked like it was his first fuck, and "Paki cock sucked by white guy" showing an older fag going to town on a lovely hard Pakistani cock. What excited me most about all the videos was how gorgeous the bodies of the tops were and how hard their cocks were. It didn't take long for me to close my eyes listening to the audio track of the videos and imagine the moans were mine, before spunking everywhere.
My daily routine continued - work, logon, no message, wank... and I was beginning to think that it was all just a dead end. Then one Friday night I logged on - almost forgot about the conversation - and there was a new message. I clicked it and read it:
"When are you free, bitch?"
"Most weekends, Sir". I glanced - he was online.
"Tomorrow afternoon? I want to try that faggot cunt of yours"
"Yes, Sir - I can meet tomorrow"
"OK - I'm sending you a WhatsApp message now"
I picked up my phone and saw a new contact: "Faggot"
I replied "Hello, Boss"
It took a few minutes then he started typing. The response read "You should clean yourself and be prepared for me, 15:00 tomorrow. I'll send the address tomorrow. Don't shave your hole - I like to fuck a hairy cunt"
"Yes Sir".
And that was it. Wow. A man of few words. Still, it was the message I had been expecting for a week or so. I had no idea what I should wear - was I going to be naked all the time? I had no idea. I figured that he was in control and would tell me if I was to wear a jockstrap or something.
The next day, I could hardly do anything except keep an eye on the clock. I needed to clean myself and shower and then make my way into town. I still hadn't got a message with the details of where I was going but I hoped that would come in due course.
I watched some more porn, had a few drinks and just passed the time, and at around noon, my phone buzzed.
"You still coming, faggot?"
"Yes Sir". This was becoming my stock answer to every question...
"Good. Be at (his address) for 15:00 sharp. I don't tolerate lateness and expect to get a thorough inspection. You just need to do as I say and it will be fine. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir. Should I wear a jockstrap or anything, Sir?"
"You'll be naked as soon as you get here. I may hood you."
"I'll see you at 15:00, Sir" and he was gone again.
OK, so there it was - I was going to meet. So often this part never came to fruition but I now had a commitment. I spent the next hour or so repeatedly checking my appearance and hygiene. And soon it was time to get the train.
I walked to the station and bought a ticket, hoping I wouldn't see anyone I knew for fear of having to explaining where I was going. The journey was largely uneventful and before long, I was walking the last 10 minutes to my destination.
I turned a corner and saw a row of terraced houses; I diligently checked off each house number and also made sure I wasn't going to be late. I had five minutes to spare. And then I found myself at the house - I opened the gate and walked up to the door, took a deep breath and pressed the bell. I could hear some music and footsteps. This was it. Nervously, I coughed and licked my lips then swallowed to try and make my mouth less dry.
The door opened and the face I had only known on a profile was there in front of me. Dressed in a v-neck t-shirt and some shorts, he was handsome.
"Ah, on time. I like that. Come in"
I dutifully stepped over the threshold and then just froze as he closed the door.
"All good?"
I went to say something but I just looked at him and nodded.
"Just do as I say and you'll do fine."
I nodded again.
"Now strip all your clothes and let me see what you look like, faggot."
I anxiously took my shoes and socks off, then my t-shirt and shorts, and finally put my thumbs inside the waistband of my pants and slid them down making my hardon slap my stomach. There I was in all my naked glory, I put my hands behind my head and cautiously looked at him to see what was next.
He laughed, saying "You're all the same - always arriving with a hardon. Can't wait to be used, eh? I'm going to enjoy breaking you in..."
