Racist Submission

Horny for some white boy ass, I logged onto Grindr that evening. I didn't typically have any problem finding a white boy to fuck, which allowed me to be picky and find the guys that really turned me on. I scrolled through several profiles before I found a profile with a redneck white boy wearing a camouflage hat featuring the rebel flag. He was fucking hot, and apparently, a fucking racist.

His Grindr profile pic made me hate him immediately. I couldn't believe this redneck racist asshole had the nerve to post his pic wearing a hat with the rebel flag! But I also couldn't stop looking. I mean, his lips alone made him worth my time! I could just imagine those thick white lips wrapped around my big black cock, stuffing my meat into his racist throat. I could see those blue eyes staring up at me as I made him submit, on his knees, my big black dick in his mouth. I could imagine hearing the sounds as he gagged and choked on my thick cock, wondering if he would die from lack of oxygen with my cock down his throat. I could even imagine him wearing that camo hat with the rebel flag backward so I could piston my cock down his racist throat more easily. His profile said he was only interested in white guys. Stupid white supremacist, thinking that he would only enjoy sex with his race. Worse, he claimed to be a top, with pouty dick-sucking lips like that! We'd have to see about that. I did wonder what the rest of his body looked like.

I tapped the flame icon on his profile, letting him know that I thought he was hot, and curious to see if my profile would peak his interest. My profile pic is real, and it scares some guys off. You see, I'm a big, muscular black bull top, with a 10-inch big black cock to match. I stand at 6'4, have a shaved head, and work out religiously. I specialize in giving white dudes the BBC experience, and have had many "straight" guys scream in pleasure like a woman while they cream on my cock buried up their ass. Most of them come back for more, and many of them have offered to pay for the experience! My profile pic shows my naked torso, to just above my cock, my meaty pecs and 8 pack abs on full display.

It only took the racist 5 minutes to reach out to me. The new message alert appeared, and I clicked it to find a message from him that read, "Hey." From this point forward, he would only have himself to blame. He didn't have to message me. He could have stayed in his little white world and ignored me, but he messaged me first because I revealed that I found him attractive.

"Sup?" I replied back, acting disinterested. If he really wanted to connect, then I was making him put in the effort.

"What are you looking for?" was his next message. Stupid idiot. All he had to do was read my profile to know what I was looking for.

I decided not to play games, and just put it out there. "Looking for a cocky white boy to bend over and take my big black cock. Your lips would look real good stretched around my dick, boy."

He didn't respond right away, and I figured I'd scared him off. But I had also gotten a lot of white boy ass being that direct. So I didn't worry about it, there's plenty more white ass that's craving black dick.

An hour later, a new message alert popped up. It was from racist white boy. "I'm not really a bottom."

I actually laughed out loud when I read that! What did that even mean? "Not really a bottom?" You either take dick up the ass or you don't! You're either a top or bottom, or in a very few cases, versatile. But I've found that most guys that are "versatile" are just kidding themselves. They want to bottom, but can't bring themselves to identify as such to others. People are stupid. Just admit what you like and live life. I can't tell you the number of white boys who protested taking the bottom role at first, who were later begging me to fuck them harder!

I responded truthfully: "not really a bottom? that mean you tell everyone you're a top but secretly you like meeting big black guys and getting fucked?"

Again, no answer for a while. I don't think he expected me to be quite so blunt, to call him out on his crap. Finally, the answer came: "I've never done anything like this before."

"Never had a black guy, never taken dick, or never been with man?" I responded.

"Never messaged with a black guy, and I'm a top" was his reply. Yeah, right!

"Well, I can take care of both of those issues for you" I wrote back. I could see that he read it, and soon another message came through.

"Could I just suck you?" he asked.

I love it when white boys start begging! This "top" was already asking if he could take my superior black cock in his mouth. I would definitely let him get on his knees for me. But first, I needed to play with him some more.

"I haven't even decided if you're worth my time. Send pics" I typed back. I knew this would tell me what I needed to know about this boy. The first pic he sent was a full-frontal nude shot. He was just my type, beefy, but not gym-bunny cut muscle. He was the kind of guy that looked like he bulked up from bailing hay for his daddy. He had good arms, and a nice chest, with a little hair between his pecs. He had a flat stomach, no defined abs, but he wasn't fat at all. He was just good, all-American white boy beefy, that corn-fed hunk kind of body that I love gripping while I piston my cock in and out of his pussy. He was definitely my type.

It was his second pic that made me know I wanted him, and soon. This white boy "top" actually sent me a picture of his ass. And oh, what an ass it was! It was round and big, the kind that soccer players get from running around the field so much. It looked perfect, and the only thing that would make it better would be my big black cock parting those round cheeks and sinking deep in his hole.

"Nice pussy" I wrote back. "Those cheeks will look good bouncing on my big black cock." I included a picture of my cock, fully hard and jutting out from my muscular body, just so he'd know exactly what he'd be getting when he was in my bed.

He left me on read for a few minutes, then came back with, "I really just want to try sucking it."

"Don't worry, white boy. I'll let you suck my cock since you asked so nicely. But you probably better go clean out that hole too, because I'm not gonna be satisfied with just your mouth." He didn't respond, and logged out almost immediately. I guess I scared him off. Oh, well, no skin off my back. I texted one of my regular white boys, and he was at my place in 20 minutes, where I fucked the shit out of that bitch!

The next day, when I opened Grindr again, I had a new message from Racist Boy (that was the name I was calling him in my head): "Is your cock really 10 inches?"

I laughed to myself. He was already fixated on my cock. I had him on the line, and it was time to reel in the fish. I sent him a picture of my cock with a measuring tape on it, showing that it was in fact just a hair OVER 10 inches!

He responded back: "Wow! That's huge!"

"You should come over. It looks even better in person!" I sent back.

"I bet, LOL" he answered. Yeah, he was thinking about being up close with my cock. He had no idea just how close he was gonna get!

I sent him my location. "I'm not joking" I wrote back. "Clean out that ass and then get over here." He logged off after that. A few hours later, I saw him log back on for a minute, but then he was gone again. I figured I'd finally succeeded in scaring him off permanently.

About 10 pm that night, I had settled down with a beer on the couch, getting ready to head to bed. I was thinking about jacking off when there was a tentative knock on my front door.

"Who the fuck could that be this late?" I thought as I walked to the door. I flipped on the porch light and looked through the window. I was surprised, and yet not surprised, to see the Racist Boy standing there, looking all nervous with his hands in his jean pockets, glancing around to see if anyone noticed him visiting a black neighborhood at night. He was wearing a baseball cap, but not the same hat from the Grindr picture. I opened the door.

"I, um...," he started, then paused before continuing, "You gave me your address, and I thought that we might could..." he trailed off, looking up at me to see my reaction.

"You thought you'd come get some black dick tonight?" I asked, mocking him.

"Well, err, I, um..." he said, unable or unwilling to admit it out loud.

"Ok, well, if you don't know what you want, then I can't help you," I stated, turning to walk back into the house and shut the door.

"Wait!" he said quickly, stopping me. "I want to suck your black dick." His voice was quiet, but resolute.

"Well, you come in this house, I'm gonna want more than your mouth," I replied. "Did you clean out that ass like I told you to?"

"Yes, sir," he replied, sounding like an abused puppy. I certainly planned to abuse that ass later! "But I'm not sure I can take it. I'm a virgin."

Stepping up to him, I put my hand on the back of his head, grabbed his hair, and turned his face up to look in my eyes as I stood directly over him. "Don't you worry about it fitting," I stated. "I've busted open plenty of virgins and they ALL come back begging me to fuck them again and again. I'm a master at bustin' cherries. You've come to the right place."

Then, before he could object or change his mind, I began walking, pulling him forward with me, into my house, and shut the door. I now had Racist Boy alone in my house, and there was no way he was getting away without a load of my black babies swimming in his guts! I wanted to get this asshole pregnant!

"Anybody expecting you home tonight?" I asked him when we were inside.

"No," he admitted. "I have my own apartment and I didn't tell anyone where I was going."

"Good," I said, stepping up closer to him. "'Cause I'm gonna take my time with you. First, some rules: you always refer to me as Sir. Got that?"

"Yes, Sir," he replied nervously.

"Second, don't you ever show up to my house without asking permission first. You will be punished for that infraction. Understood?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir," he again stated.

"Finally, you never tell me no," I said. "From this point on, I'm in charge, and you do what I say. Got it white boy? I'm the man here, and you're here for my pleasure."

"Yes, Sir," he said, his head hanging down dejectedly. He was mine.

"Now," I said, clapping my hands together, "I want you to strip for me. Put on a show. Let's get you naked!" I walked away from him, moving the coffee table out of the way, then sitting down on the couch across from where he was standing. I grabbed my phone, found some R&B to play over the bluetooth speakers, and then leaned back.

He stared at me for a moment, then started pulling his shirt up.

"Stop!" I barked at him. "You ever seen a stripper before? Dance while you strip, boy! Make me want you! Show me you’ll do anything to get this black dick!"

He blushed as he began gyrating his hips in time to the music, slowing inching his t-shirt up to reveal his mostly smooth white torso. In typical redneck white boy style, he was a terrible dancer, but it wasn't his dancing skills I was most interested in! But I will hand it to him, he tried his best to give me a good show, and I was hard by the time his underwear hit the floor and he was standing naked in my living room.

"Now, come give me a lap dance, bitch!" I commanded. He walked over toward me, still gyrating his body to try to look like a dancer. He at least learned the lesson about obeying what I told him to do. He turned and began grinding that thick, white boy ass on my lap. I know he could feel  my BBC pressing up against his pale flesh, and I heard him take in a deep breath as he felt my size in person for the first time.

After the lap dance, I had him lay face down over my lap, his ass sticking up in my face. "You showed up tonight without an invitation," I told him. "It's time you learn never to do that again." I began spanking his ass, watching the cheeks turn red with my handprints as I slapped them. He yelped with each swat, but stayed put and let me punish him. After 20 licks, I relented: "Get up, and get back over there across the room!" I commanded.

Racist Boy crawled off my lap and walked back across the room, then turned to face me, awaiting my instruction. I grabbed my phone, pulled it out and opened the camera app. Switching to video, I began recording.

"What's your name, white boy?" I asked for the camera.

With tears still streaming down his cheeks from the spanking, he answered: "Colt."

"Ok, Colt," I said, "I wanna see you get down on your knees and crawl over to me, then beg me to let you suck my cock."

He didn't even hesitate or ask me to stop recording. I had already broken him, and he hadn't even met my dick yet! I recorded him dropping to his knees then begin crawling to me, a look of lust plastered over his face, until he crawled right up between my legs.

"Please, Sir, may I suck your cock?" he asked. I chuckled at the former top who just looked like every other white faggot slut when presented with my big black cock!

”What kind of cock is it?” I asked, taunting him.

”I want to suck your big, black, cock, Sir!” He said eagerly.

”You want to wrap your pretty white lips around my superior black cock?” I asked.

”Yes, Sir!” He replied eagerly. Obviously the racist thing was just an act, just like him pretending to be a top. He needed to be turned out, and I was just the man to do it!

I stood up from the couch, pushing him back slightly. I held the phone in my mouth, camera pointing down to catch his reaction, then lowered my shorts, dropping them to the floor as my 10 in cock sprang out, falling down and slapping Colt in the face. I caught all of it on video.

Then grabbing a handful of his hair in my right hand, the phone in my left, I pulled his head back until my cock head was positioned at his lips, his face upturned to look at me. "I thought you were only into white dudes," I said, sneering down at him. His eyes dropped in shame as he blushed. "Stupid cracker, no white boy will every give you what you really crave: big, black cock." I accentuated the last three words with small thrusts of my cock, smearing pre-cum all over his lips. "But I can give it to you. After tonight, you'll never look at another white dude again. Open wide, bitch!" I commanded. "It's time to meet your destiny!"

Those thick white lips parted, and he opened his mouth as I pushed forward, simultaneously pulling his head onto my cock. He took about 4 inches before it hit the back of his throat and he gagged. I chuckled again, looking forward to watching this video over and over. I pulled back, then pressed forward again, with the same result. I let him suck a little bit then, to get used to having it in his mouth. Before long, he was eagerly slurping away on my big black cock, moaning and panting from desire.

Grabbing his hair to stop him momentarily, I tilted his head back to look up at me. "Keep your eyes on my face while I let you suck my cock!" I said sternly. He did his best to answer "Yes Sir" but his mouth was full of my cock. I laughed at his attempt.

"Didn't yo mama teach you not to talk with ya mouth full?" I mocked him, my hand holding his head impaled on my cock. With my hands on his head, I started moving him on and off my cock, controlling his pace. He kept happily sucking on my meat.

"Now it's time to see what that throat can do," i said as I held my cock head at the back of his mouth. I saw fear flashing in his eyes as he started to gag. I pulled his head forward as I pushed my hips, and felt my dick slide into the tight throat. He started coughing and gagging, his eyes bugging out, full of fear. The image was even better than I had imagined it would be! This video would be one of my favorites!

"Just relax," I said sternly. "You ain't gone die, just relax." He calmed down a little and I slid further in, my balls coming to rest on his chin. Then I pulled back and popped out of his throat. He came up coughing and gagging, tears running down his cheeks and throat slime dripping from my cock as he fell back. I stopped the video, and tossed my phone on the couch.

"Now we both know you can take it," I said, staring down at him. "So get back on his dick." He sat back up, and I grabbed his head again, a hand on each side of his face, guiding him to my cock. With the head of my dick in his mouth, I held him still and turned his face up to look at me again. "When it hits ya throat, swallow and then breathe through ya nose," I instructed. He nodded, and I pushed forward. My cock slid right into his throat his time, and he looked much more calm when he found he could breathe. Once buried in his throat, I said, "See, this is where you supposed to be, with a black man's cock fully inside you. This is what makes you complete. Those lips look so pretty around my big black cock! This is what you was made for!"

Then I began fucking his face, pulling out a couple of inches and then pressing back in, slowly at first but then building up a good rhythm. He gagged again once, and I stopped, saying sternly, "You gotta learn to breathe in the same rhythm of the fuck, bitch!" He nodded and dove back on my cock. This white boy was a quick learner! His mouth was good, and would one day be perfect, but I really wanted to bust open his ass.

Pulling him all the way on my cock, I held his head against my crotch, my dick balls deep in his throat. "We'll keep working on this throat later," I said. "But now we gotta take care of that virgin hole." He squirmed, but I wouldn't let him up. "Once I break you in, maybe I'll invite some brothas over and we can share you, fill up both your holes at the same time! Really turn you into a white sub bitch!" Having given him a glimpse into his future as a white sub bottom for big black cock, I released his head, pulling my cock out as he fell back.

Reaching down, I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, then bent and grabbed him and threw him over my shoulder. Colt might be a beefy white dude, but I wanted him to know that I was bigger and stronger and more of a man than he would ever be. I also wanted him to feel the power I had as I carried him back to my bed, back to become a black man's bitch. I wanted him to know that he couldn't stop me, even if he wanted to. But we both knew that he didn't want any of this to stop. White boys don't show up at my house late at night without knowing their ass is gonna get reamed!

Holding him over my shoulder, I reached down and grabbed my phone, then began walking back to my bed. In my room, I have a full-length mirror on one wall, and I turned toward it, using the phone to snap a picture of his naked ass upturned over my shoulder, his legs draping down my chest. That white bubble butt looked amazing perched on my shoulder. His cheeks were still a little bit red from the spanking, and that just made him look hotter! If I could, I would have walked out in the street carrying him just to show off the ass I was about to take, it was that good!

Turning to the bed, I tossed him down, watching him land on his back in the middle of my bed. The look on his face was priceless! He had never been treated this way, and he was in awe of my strength, my power, my presence. His face betrayed his lust, his desire to submit to me. I'd never felt like more of a King than at that moment, and I hadn't even taken his ass yet! I had taken this racist white boy and already fucked with his head, turning him into a black man's white bitch! The possibilities for what I could do with him were endless.

Grabbing Colt by the shoulders, I spun him around and pulled his head to the edge of the bed. Then I sank my big black cock back into his throat, his head hanging over the edge giving me a straight shot back down his throat. He gagged again, but I started pumping his throat anyway, pressing all the way in until he calmed down. Once he was used to having my cock halfway to his stomach, the smell of my balls strong as they sat on his nose, I grabbed his legs and pulled them up. Now his weight was on his shoulders and his spread legs presented his virgin ass.

I dove in, my tongue licking and pressing on his hole. His squirming and moaning around my dick told me he liked it. More my part, I was getting pleasure on both accounts: I think white boy hole tastes delicious, and his groaning around my cock felt amazing! I started fucking his throat again as I ate him out, getting my dick wet with his throat slime in preparation for taking his cherry. Using my fingers and tongue, I stretched him and lubed him with spit until he was groaning like a whore.

Then, pulling my hard as steel dick from his throat I dropped his legs back down on the bed. “On your knees!“ I commanded sternly. “Face down, ass up!” The boy actually jumped to comply with my order. He was all mine now. Grabbing his hips, I pulled him back to the edge of the bed. Placing the head of my cock on his hole, I said, “Now I’m gone take this hole! “Relax, or it’s gonna hurt like a mother fucker!” With my hands firmly holding his hips, I slammed forward, using nothing but spit on this racist’s asshole as I speared into him in one violent shove, driving my cock balls deep.

The room was silent for a moment as the breath was knocked out of Colt. Then, he screamed! “FUCK! Take it out! THAT HURTS!” He tried to get away from me, but I held on.”SHUT THE FUCK UP WHITE BOY!” I demanded. “You wanted this big black dick, now you got it. Just relax, it’ll stop hurting in a minute.” I stayed still, but I held him on my cock. He finally settled down, still panting and groaning but getting quieter.

I started a slight movement, gyrating my hips a little, moving my cock back and forth in microscopic thrusts, getting his no longer virgin ass used to its invader. I knew I had him hooked when his moans of pain turned into little sighs and gasps, accentuated with the occasional, “OOOH!” as I brushed over his prostate. Within 5 minutes, he sounded like a seasoned whore, moaning and squealing as I fucked him with longer and longer strokes.

I kept him taking it from behind for about 10 minutes, finally building up to a hard pounding, my hips slamming against that meaty white ass. I loved watching it jiggle as my big black cock sawed in and out of that pink hole, those white cheeks dancing under my fuck.

With his hole gaping and his pleasure mounting, I pulled out of his upturned ass, grabbed his legs, and flipped him over onto his back. Grabbing his legs, I wishboned them out, spreading them and bending them back, my arms outstretched as I leaned in over him, holding his feet. I dropped a ball of spit down into his gaping hole, adding some more lube. Then I settled my cock back against his upturned hole and slid back in. I wanted him to feel like the woman he was becoming. I wanted him to see the face of the man who’d made him a bitch. I wanted him to watch as I filled him with my seed, marking him as mine.

I commenced fucking him missionary. “Keep yo eyes on my face, white boy!” I commanded. For his part, he was trying. But he kept throwing his head back in pleasure. I guess big black cock will do that to a white bitch! He couldn’t control the pleasure he was feeling as I sawed into him. I laughed because his much smaller, former top cock, (a respectable 7 inches for a white boy, but next to mine) was rock hard and leaking all over his tummy. I felt sure he was gonna shoot his own load without ever touching his little white dick!

I sped up my fuck, and his moans of pleasure grew louder. He couldn’t control himself, and after 5 powerful thrusts from my muscular hips and legs, my cock had forced him to orgasm, his cum shooting out over his chest, the first shot hitting him on the chin. His ass felt amazing on my cock as it gripped it tighter through his own climax, and soon I was coasting over the edge. I kept pounding him as I shot a huge load of my potent sperm up his hole. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he turned up pregnant after taking that load!

”FUCK! TAKE THAT WHITE BOY!” I yelled through my orgasm, holding his legs wide apart. Once I finished cumming, I collapsed down on him, his legs bent back and spread, his body holding up mine. Lifting my head after a minute, I looked down at his face. “Now you know your place, bitch!” I said, holding his gaze with my own. His blue eyes sparkled in lust with my words. He was already in love with black cock! “You’ll never be happy again unless you’re filled with black cock! You were made to be a black man’s bitch! Who know, maybe I’ll just make you my permanent bitch!”

He actually moaned at my words. His arms came up and wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me further down on him. Colt could no longer claim he was a top. I wondered how long it would take him to change his Grindr profile?

Finally, I was ready to get up. I pulled out, hopped up out of the bed, and then grabbed his arm and pulled him up. His legs were quite weak from the fucking he’d just endured, and he almost fell over. Stepping up close to him, my face just over his, I held him up.

”Here are the rules moving forward,” I said sternly. “No more fucking racist shit. Got it?” I asked.

”Yes, Sir,” he said meekly.

”Good. And second,” I added, “the next time you come to my house, you better fucking ask permission first. You’re lucky I was horny and didn’t just decide to beat the shit out of you tonight. Understood?”

”Yes, Sir,” he answered again.

”Now go get dressed and get the fuck out of my house!” I finished.

He walked gingerly to the living room and quickly dressed, then was walking out my door. I laughed to myself at the wet spot appearing on his shorts. He’d better hope he didn’t run into anyone else on his way home, because he smelled like sex and the wet spot would let everyone know what part he played! He opened the door and was stepping out.

”One more thing,” I stopped him with my words.

”Yes, Sir?” Colt asked, his expression hopeful as he turned back to me. The little beefy slut actually wanted me to invite him to stay over!

”Bring that rebel flag hat with you next time. I wanna take out my reparations on your ass! I want you to submit to me wearing that!”

”Yes, Sir.”

After he left, I spent a hour editing video, then uploaded snippets of the film of his virgin ass submitting to my BBC to my twitter page. I’d upload the full video to my pay site late. Colt, the former racist, was about to make me a ton of money!

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