Note: The following first part in this series is a first person point of view of submissive white male, all participants are 18+. I am a Black Male Dom with years of experience based in the UK. Feel free to reach out, I love feedback on my work. Ever since I hit puberty, I knew I was different. I was definitely more on the lean side, with what can be called a dancer's body. Years of track and field have carved a lower body with detailed muscular thighs that ascended into a small but firm bubble butt. What little blond body hair I had was rendered invisible against my ivory skin. I was quite handsome, with deep blue eyes and a small pert pink little mouth set into my cherubin visage. My messy strawberry-blond hair made me look like a laid-back punk rocker or an Abercrombie & Fitch model. I had everything a young man could want: good grades, adoration of women of all ages, a well to do family. But something was missing, a deep yearning that gnawed at me. One day, I found it, and it changed my life forever, especially for the good. Like any young man I was very interested in pornography, but I grew quite fascinated with Interracial Porn. My favorite kind being a Black Man brutally fucking a wanton white woman. The strange thing was though, I never put myself in his shoes. It was even more intense for me when the woman was a blond. It was mesmerizing, the pure raw animal list on display. The helpless and ecstatic look on her face and the pure look of malice and triumph on his as he pummeled her pink slit with his member as if to tear her asunder. Afterwards, he pulls out and leaves an engorged, throbbing, and leaking cunt behind. The sight of that destroyed mess always leads me to tease my pink asshole, feeling the jilted fantasy that he chose her instead of me. As much as I tried to bury these intrusive thoughts, I eventually owned up to it: I am a fag for Black Men. I secretly always enjoyed their company in the locker room, how weak and insignificant they made me feel. I went to a majority white secondary school, with only a handful of Black students. All were footballers or rugby players and were quite tall and beefy. I was 5ft10 but dwarfed by these giants from the Caribbean, not to even mention their manhoods. I was normal size, for a white guy, but the few I snuck a peak at were carriactures from a sleazy porn comic. Dangling from their pubis like thick cuts of fine steak on a hook when soft. When hardened, they were like flesh molded from iron, pointed at the room like a loaded gun. "Yo Terry, you listenin?" I snapped back to reality. My best friend, Vick, was telling me about his latest conquest in bed. "I swear, you dose of too much." he continued, "So, you going steady with your right hand or are you finally gonna ask Judy out?" "I dunno man, I got A Level apps coming up and I really need to focus on my subjects." I obfuscated. He rolled his eyes, probably thinking I was hopeless. Maybe I was. I got dressed and took off for home. I needed some relief. I looked over my shoulder and went on twitter, Vince told me there was a lot of hardcore content on there. He introduced me to BDSM, constantly sending me vids of girls being rough fucked and tied up. I figured maybe there was something for the likes of me. I typed in Interracial Gay Domination. The results were insane. I saw a smogasboard of buff black men dominating small white boys like me. Some were cross dressing, others were dressed as pups, and crazier still were those that lovked up there genitals in strange devices for long breadths of time. There was a curious page with a symbol of a Black Fist labelled BNWO. I had never heard of that acronym. I clicked on the page and what I read made my whole body electric. "Welcome to the first day if the rest of your life white boi. Pledge your mind, body, and soul to the movement. Serve the superior Black Race." Those words seemed like the missing piece to the puzzle I have been trying to solve for years. Something in me told me that this was right. This page was my Id manifested. I spent the next couple hours consuming the content, flitting between memes of perfectly jacked "Black Kangs" lording over wimpy white worms like me. I was directed to other pages that further entrenched my mind in the philosophy of serving Black Alphas. Whether it was simple gifts or some monetary donations, being the sexual scapegoat for their frustrations at the unjustice system or waiting on them hand and foot, the message was clear, I was born to service worthy Black Men. Only question now is, where do I find one? It can't be at my school, too close to home. Sure my parents are liberal but the scandal would be too much if my proclivities become public. What about London? I googled Black Doms in the city and there seems to be quite a selection of Pros, some even followers to the original twitter page. Maybe I should try a session and see how it goes? No, that seems so extreme. Sure I'm legal, but would any of them take me seriously? I mulled it over a minute, then scrolled through some more pages. Finally one caught my eye: TheBlackPatriarch. His profile pic was of a handsome man in his late 20s, high cheek bones, square jaw festooned by a neatly trimmed beard. What got me hooked were his haunting eyes, sharp and piercing, as if peering into my soul. I immediately clicked on his page. "Sessions available this week, email for details." I wrote the following email: "Dear Sir, I am new to this lifestyle and wish to explore, may I book a session this weekend?" I took a ddep inhalation, calmed myself and pressed send. Immediately I thought: Oh My God, what have I done.
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