Frat Boys Initiated to BBC

Note: This chapter picks up with Tommy and Jared from the end of chapter 4.

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>>> Jared

Kong Brothers. Break. Gape.

Those words rattled around in my head, sending shivers of fear and anticipation up and down my body. I had heard the awe in Sir’s voice, and could only imagine what endowments would impart that in him. I had already had dozens of black dicks in my holes today, surely I was ready for anything?

Gulp. I hope.

A few of the older frat brothers came in and helped me off of the bench. I tried to walk but my knees buckled quickly and they pretty much carried me back to the middle room. I saw a few more guys carrying Tommy as well. We stopped at the entry to find a dense crowd of semi-naked black frat guys with their backs to us, chanting “Chug! Chug!” I couldn’t see the center of their attention yet.

The crowd let out a whoop as whatever chugging was happening must have been successfully accomplished. I heard Sir shout above the noise “OK everyone, clear the space. The Brothers gonna give us a show. Split those white pussies open just like Moses and the Red Sea!” The crowd laughed and whooped in equal parts as they moved out of the way.

And all of a sudden, there they were, the Kong Brothers. I had no doubt they were them. I stared in rapture at the two men, each at least 6’-6” and solid muscle. The first was slightly taller, lighter-skinned, with a close cropped flat-top and lightning bolts shaved in above each ear. His arms were covered in intricate blue-black tattoo lines that curled up and across his shoulder blades. He was wearing only a pair of blue boxer shorts, loose fitting so I couldn’t tell how big he was down there. The second was dark skinned, stockier, with a shaved head and basketball shorts. They looked at Tommy and me and smiled wide. “Uumm, uumm, those are some fine looking white bitches there,” The bald one said, smacking his lips. “Hope you ‘all ain’t loosed them up too much now. I want to hear em squeal when they taking Kong dick!!” “Damn Right.” The tattooed Brother replied. “Don’t want no sloppy cunts DeShawn.”

Sir (Deshawn) just laughed. “Ain’t no man in here got a cock as thick as you two, JoJo. I made sure they have holes left to pound open. We all want to see you have your fun.”

Our carriers set us both down on a mattress that had appeared in the middle of the room, kneeling towards the brothers. I looked at Tommy’s face, covered in a fair bit of cum, and saw the fear mixed with lust in his eyes that I likely had in mine. I was kneeling in front of tattooed JoJo, staring up at his bulge and perfect black torso. The other brother planted himself in front of Tommy, tousled his hair, and gruffly said “You two ready to see the meat that’s going to make you beg for mercy?” I was frozen in fear, but I heard Tommy answer. “Yes Sir, please Sir. Show us your cocks.” I could almost hear the drool in his voice.

JoJo grabbed me by the hair, got up close as he wrenched my face sideways. “What about you, little pussy? Z’illa here just asked you a question. You think you too good to reply?”

“No Sir, Sorry Sir…” I stammered. “Yes, please show me cocks Sirs.”

“Pussy better learn his place quick!” JoJo fumed as he let go, pushing me back on my ass. I was even more turned on now, with this black god teaching me my place. I scrambled back to my knees, hands clasped behind my back like Tommy already was.

Z’illa took back over. “All right then. Feast yo eyes on these fucksticks!” With a practiced gesture, both men dropped their shorts to the floor. Their endowments did not disappoint. JoJo’s was easily 12” long, thin proportionally, but still meaty. Z’illa’s was huge! I was guessing at least 13” and thick as a table leg. “Fuck, no way!” was all I could manage besides whimpering. “Fuck Yeah!” Tommy replied.

>>> Tommy

Z’illa dropped his baggy shorts, revealing the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen. And the balls! Low hanging fruits the size of golf balls. I heard Jared whimper next to me, but I was enthralled. “Fuck Yeah!” I shouted and shot forward to worship the meat. I was inches away when I thought about my place. “Sir, can I suck your dick please?”

“That’s a proper pussyboi. Always make sure what the black alpha wishes from you. It ain’t about what you want, but what he want. You got that?”

“Yes Sir,” I replied.

“Good boy. You want this, I can see.” He slapped the side of my face with the black log repeatedly as he spoke, playfully but aggressively. The shaft was as long as my head! I nuzzled it, tried to lick it, while he toyed with me by pulling it out of reach. “But you gotta earn it. Suck on those balls! I ain’t showered so you’ll get the full Kong musk!”

I greedily swallowed one of his large nuts, bathing it in saliva and tongue swirls. I was in heaven worshipping first one ball, then the other.

“Fuck yeah! Suck on them balls. I done heard you got mad skills with yo mouth. Show Z’illa what you can do!” He slapped my mouth with his cock rubbing the head against my lips. It was already leaking a little pre-cum, which I delicately rolled onto the tip of my tongue before licking the glans. Then I engulfed the big juicy head and my tongue became taffy as it swirled round and round. The black god above me let out a joyous set of sounds and cuddled my head with his massive hands. “Oh yeah, you def got skills! Mmmmmm. That feels so good. You was born to suck dick fo shur!”

I blushed at the praise, and swallowed more of the shaft. I had ventured about four inches down the meaty pole, continually using my tongue to pleasure it. Slowly I sank down the shaft more and more. Now that it was filling my mouth, I could really appreciate just how massive it was. I could feel the thick veins pulsing under my tongue. I tried to swallow all I could, doubting that even my skills were up to the task of this endless shaft stretching my lips apart. I could vaguely hear Jared struggling with JoJo’s long pole, but Z’illa’s meat was my world now. Even with a mouth full of cock, I could tell that many inches remained, but I was determined to prove I could get it all down, if only for a brief moment. As I had done in the rest stop restroom earlier… was that really just a few hours ago? It felt like a different life, a different person... Like then, I repositioned myself below the cock, between his legs, so that my mouth and throat were in alignment. I took a deep breath and then, stretching my lips as wide as possible, I ascending the shaft until my nose was buried in his pubes.

“No fucking way!”

“Holy shit! White boy hoovered up the entire thing!”

“Fuck, how in the hell is that fitting in there?”

“you can see the bulge in his throat!”

“Ain’t no bitch alive ever been able to take all of a Kong dick!”

The awed and surprised tone rippled through the comments of the onlooking crowd. I was a legend!

I bobbed up and down a few inches on the shaft, determined to hold it all as long as possible. When my brain demanded oxygen again, I slid back down the shaft, collapsing to floor gulping air. The crowd responded with clapping and cheers, amazed at my accomplishment.

I stared up Z’illa’s torso to his hovering face, gazing down at me with lust and desire. I saw him mouth the words “Again” and I just nodded. I took in as much air as I could, saturating my lungs, and the repositioned below him for the next ascent. But he knew the score now, so instead he lowered his shaft down my throat, bottomed out, and lifted back out. “Shit dat throat is tight!” Z’illa was in heaven as he used his knees to piston up and down, massaging his entire dick with my throat. He knew what I needed, and so alternated between full plunges, semi-drops, and occasionally pulling almost completely out to give me a chance to inhale more air. This went on for what felt like ages but I’m sure was just a few minutes, before he pulled out completely again and declared “Its time for the throat goat to get his reward!” More cheers.

I looked over to Jared, sucking away. He was managing to get an impressive amount of JoJo’s long cock down his throat, but I could still see 4-5 inches remained unsucked. I smiled knowing I was the king of throating big black cock. Not a trophy I could tell people about, LOL.

The Kong brothers were now ready to put on the main event, fucking us wide open. Jared and I were placed backs down on the mattress, the top of our heads touching briefly before a small cushion was placed between them. Our legs were hauled back over our heads and our ankles cuffed to each other’s ankles, so that the balance held our legs out of the way and made our ass-pussies exposed for the onslaught. Our hands were lifted and cuffed to our ankles, so that we were entirely unable to fight back (not that I wanted to).

Sir had two black pledges squat down and place bottles of what I now knew were poppers under out noses. My pledge held one nostril closed then the other, as I inhaled deeply. My head was spinning, but I focused on Z’illa, who was slapping his beefy pole into his hand like a nightstick, lubing it up as well. “Now we gonna see if that asspussy can take me balls deep just like yo mouth.”

“I know it can.” I replied with a hazy smile, just as started to feel the bulbous head begin to penetrate, slowly opening me up. I thought I was loose after all the black dick shoved inside when I was in the sling, but I might as well have been a virgin given how big this Kong dick was. I started to tense up a bit, grimaced as he slid more of his monster inside me. He tapped the pledges shoulder and I was freshly poppered again. I was floating along, but could still feel the insistent push of dick. Then, a new wave of pleasure crossed my mind as Z’illa’s cock slid past my prostrate.

“Damn, this pussy tight!” I heard JoJo exclaim from Jared’s end. “Mine too. Pussy grabbing my meat like a warm hug.” Z’illa chuckled. He sounded closer than before. I opened my eyes to see his face smiling back, maybe a foot away. He looked right into my eyes and said quietly “You ready?” I nodded.

He moved to a kneeling upright position and shouted “Time to go into beast mode!”

No longer slow and steady, Z’illa grabbed my ankles and started pistoning quickly into my asspussy. Faster and faster, with each stroke he plunged deeper inside. I could feel my chute being forced open, pain flowing like lightning bolts along my body. The pledge quickly poppered me up again, sending me into a haze of light-headed pleasure. The insistent plunger, a constant force just at the edge of thought, slowly crept back into my awareness, the solid black cock now fully inside me as Z’illa fucked me hard and fast.

“Fuuuuccccckkkk!!!!   Yeeeeesssssss!!!! Man this is good pussy,” Z’illa chanted, the phrases repeating in various combinations as he punished my hole. I was overcome by the experience, staring up into his face as he chanted, his eyes unfocussed as he reveled in the pleasure my ass imparted. It went on for a while, this intense reaming and creaming.

“Faster! Faster!” I heard the crowd shout. “Fill him up!” Z’illa obliged, fucking faster than I thought was possible for about 30 seconds or so. Then all of a sudden he let out a deep animalistic growl that blended howling with several curse words, and I could feel his hot spunk shooting inside me. I clenched my hole muscles as best I could to milk his shaft, but the black rod was a geyser, a firehose of cum. He pulled out and stood over me as it continued to spew his seed over my chest and face. “Open up, bitch!” He yelled as he lunged forward and down, his cock now a missile aimed at my mouth. I opened wide and found his last few streams of cum shooting across my nose and tongue.

I started to close and swallow, but he slapped my cheek and commanded “Not yet, bitch. Keep yo mouth open and showing my babies until I let you swallow.” I froze my mouth open as demanded.

“Good cracker. Now swallow!” I greedily ingested the protein in my mouth, then opened back up for more. He rubbed his pole across my face and neck gathering more cum, and then shoved several inches into my mouth. I suckled and sucked, cleaning the heady mixture of cum and ass from his shaft.

Finally he pulled out and stood up, towering above me, his ebony body glistening with sweat. Somebody handed him a large towel, and he dried himself as he moved off and out of my line of sight, his buddies chatting and congratulating him.

A calm washed over me as I took mental stock of my body. My arms ached a bit, and I could feel liquid spilling out of my asshole, probably Kong cum. I closed my eyes, willing the experience into my memory banks. I was still, as was Jared, cuffed to me. So intent on my fucking, I had had no neurons free to process what I am sure was an equally strong fucking right next to me. I whispered “Jared, you OK?” No reply. I waited a few moments, then asked again. This time, I heard a soft mumble from his direction, a general sound of assent.

>>> Jared

I heard Tommy vaguely, through the haze of the memories burning in my brain as I relived the last few minutes. I could barely feel my body, just wanted to sleep, but I managed to mumble a “yes” to him.

Sir (DeShawn) and a few brothers walked up, casting a shadow I felt across my face. I opened my eyes to see what now would happen.

“You two did good. Took the Kong’s like champs. I’m sure you need a rest after that.” They uncuffed our arms and legs, and essentially carried us down a hall somewhere, to a small room. Probably the one we first used to clean up in. They laid us down on the bed, and turned out the light. The only light was a small digital clock, showing 2:30 AM. Tommy softly caressed my shoulder, breathed out “We did it.” As I drifted off, I smiled, knowing that we had passed our initiation, and also found out something about ourselves. Tommy started to snore, a gentle rhythm that soon put me to sleep as well. The deep sleep of the exhausted cumdump.