Sweet Black Cock

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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“Now I need you to do what you’ve been training them sweet lips to do all your life, boy, alright?” Officer Parkins winked with politeness, glancing down at me staring in concession to his dusty boots. “Show me what that filthy tongue can do, and perhaps tomorrow night I’ll treat you to a real reward.”

If you think I’m showing up here again tomorrow night…

I bowed further, slowing conceding defeat while attempting to find a loophole in his airtight alibi. Every scenario I came up with made me look like the black cock slut I was, and while possibly being the lone white boy in a cell full of black inmates was a fantasy made for interracial gangbang porn, it wasn’t something of a reverie I was ready experience just yet. Maybe this was a better alternative to that. At least one in a controlled environment—even if I’d lost control a long time ago. The more I descended the more scent of leather from his boots inflamed my nostrils.

I’ll admit. I was a little nervous. I’d never been here before.

At the end of the day, a black cock was still a cock just the same. My mouth still sucked cock and my hands and butthole still served a cock. This was absolutely new territory for me, to be asked to use my tongue this way.

I’d read smut where stuff like this went down. I’d watched videos in the same stride and thought it was the dumbest tease to the real action I’d ever seen, especially when some asshole made another asshole service him in a way he obviously couldn’t feel. And here I was in the same predicament, in these tight quarters, knowing if I tried to run the way the room was set up, I’d be caught and perhaps worst might happen in a room where people often watched other people when there was nobody to watch them probably. Probably?! He wouldn’t have asked this if there was!

“What’re you waiting on? Show me what a good bootlicker you can be!”

I slowly jutted the tip of my tongue out to the toe of his boot and wanted to retract it. Surprisingly, it wasn’t so much of the taste of it that got me as it was the awkwardness of its texture against my tongue. Something it had never felt before and I was more than sure I wouldn’t want to ever feel again. I kept my tongue at a minimum to do the job. One that I was hoping would more than suffice. He implored me instead to use the broad of my tongue, telling me I wasn’t getting out of that space until his boots were clean. Not a boot, boots.

“I want to see a shine in those boots. Feel that tongue through this leather like it’s tickling my toes.”

I obliged, using the width of my tongue to cover more surface.

“You can do better than that, cunt!”

I convinced myself to try harder, push my tongue deeper into his boot, reminding myself it was a temporary thing. He told me to do better and better and I tried and tried and somewhere over in doing it. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by this. How hard my cock was through my jeans, wondering if he mind if I pulled it out and shot over his boots. If I was going to have to lick it clean, why not have the taste of my cream to buffer the tang.

“No!” He refused.

I stopped fishing for my cock then and there and concentrated on his boots. Slowly but surely, I was beginning to get into it, craving the taste of his boots and pondered what his cock would taste like with. Perhaps I was too quick to rule out tomorrow night. Filthy mouth, filthy thoughts. As I felt I felt his cock get hard through his boots.

“Mouth too tired for me tonight, huh?” Officer Parkins teased my keenness.

I was in delirium licking the heel cup by then, making sure I had every inch of his boot saturated with saliva more for my benefit than his.

“I bet nothing would make you happier than for me to stick this dick down your windpipe, huh?”

I moaned in agreement.

“If I gave it to you now, you’d have no motivation to show up tomorrow night. So, I’m going to keep you down there for a few minutes more and then I’m going to let you go.”

A few minutes proved to be fifteen in total with me coating every inch of boot with my saliva several times over until there was no tangy taste to be had. Though my kneecaps were protected by the kneepads, it still brought about a dull tingling ache that was only overshadowed by my hole shutting close kneeling upright after being budded open from being bent over like I was for so long.

“Good boy.” Officer Parkins rubbed the top of my black cap.

I should have frowned at the bastard for petting me like a damn dog. Instead, I found a reason to beam. Although I couldn’t see my night ending up like this, totaling two black cocks and two black boots, totaling three black men from my previous record of none, I had to admit I had some fun. And while becoming a bootlicker was probably something I wasn’t out to do again, I appreciated the experience for what it was, especially as an amusing nightcap to my evening.

I was a little nervous about getting to my feet after he told me my service to his boots were complete. I first had a problem leaving him hard like that, the bulge obvious and aching for relief. More than that, I hated that the story of my night ended there. I was more than satisfied, of course, but I couldn’t help to think that after I broke free of the confinement of that small room and made my way home that would be the end of my night. Not that I was exactly up for anything else. It was just that everything was done, and this, tonight, was just going to be another memory I jacked off too.

“What’re you waiting on, Archigrundt?” Officer Parkins snapped me out of thought.

“I was just taking everything in.” I said sitting back on my shoes, resting my hands on my knees. “I’d never done some shit like that before!”

“Lick boots? A cocksucker like you?” He scoffed.

“Yeah,” I agreed, completely unaware that bootlicking and cocksucking was synonymous with one another. “Why is that so funny?”

His chuckle was soft. “If you were black, I wouldn’t be all that greatly surprised. I’ve come across black bootlickers far and few between. You can get my people to lick assholes clean and act like licking some boots is the most disgusting thing they’ve ever heard of. With you being a white boy, and the way you were going at it awhile, I thought you were budding vet. I just never met a white boy or a Latino yet that hadn’t rubbed their taste buds over some leather and not liked it!”

He helped me off my knees. His humbled smile suggested he was a proud poppa sharing that first for me. I beamed back. He extended his sleeved arm for me to lead the way out of the room. I turned around. I was about to ask when the best time would be to show up tomorrow night to take care of his cock when I was propelled into the doorframe. Before I could figure out if I tripped or something, I felt my hands and my skivvies come down under my butt cheeks in one swipe following by this unbelievable searing pain drumming in my rectum.

 

Shit! What the fuck?!

Everything happened so fast, my mind was still wrapped around a possible tumble before my ears deafened to a searing plunge speared into my rigid sphincter telling a different tale. What the fuck is this!

I wanted to bite my tongue, hold my breath. Let him do what he felt he needed to do and be done with it. But my mouth kept instinctively motored “NO! NO! NO!” like that time those old hicks jumped my queer uncle in the cornfield and egged him to push out as they took turns pushing into his slightly used bum.

“How the fuck you gonna cry like that with your pussy lubed ready for me to slide up in, huh? Huh!” He growled lowly in my ear. His huge forearm impaled into the back of my neck. “Tell me you came through to get fucked. I may not have been your first-choice fucker, but you can still enjoy the ride!”

I sobbed.

It seemed nearly impossible he could wedge more of his cock to my expanded rabbit hole, but he did, leaving me nowhere to go pinned into position to take every inch of him.

“You feel that, boy? You feel my nut hairs tickling your butthole?”

 

All the way down to the hairy hilt!

 

How did we get here from there, from where we were? When did his zipper and belt come undone that I didn’t even hear it in that small of space?

My head finally caught up with what was happening. I didn’t accidentally trip and bump my head against the door. I was thrust forward and mounted like some wimpy capon without my consent.

 

Fuck, dude! It didn’t have to come to this. You didn’t have to do this me! If you’d told me I would’ve given it to you! The rest of the night, daddy! More than your big dick could handle. This was totally unnecessary, man!

“C’mon, man,” I pleaded. “Stop! Stop!! STOP!!!”

Weakly, I reached back there, trying to fight him off, trying my best to push him away. I was no match for him. I was nothing more than a baby seal caught in the trap of a master fisherman flailing my flippers. Worst of all, he knew it, too. After I discovered that every fiber of my strength and blood was pooled down there somewhere cushioning the brunt of his hostile blow.

My pleas weren’t enough to stop him from his goal, his endgame. He was just getting started. That much I knew for certain. I tried to wrap my head around this turn of events. That this officer, the one that politely helped me off my knees, the one that knew I’d do just about anything after he had me lick his boots clean proved he really didn’t give a shit about anything else outside of his amusement, cackling in my ear as he planted his staff firm in my rear.

I floated above the corporeal woe that was approaching imminent earsplitting detonation. Dynamic flashbacks of the countless hours of thematic smut I ingested to ravaging scenes like these over the years came flooding back at once. Beating off at fever pitch to the whiny hissy fits of one poor sap after another being taken and seized by a virile stud and violently exploding to the plundering aftermath as I was busy mentally running away from my own similar predicament. The way those scenes made my dipstick surge again and again at the thought of some ballsy machismo (or a gangly crew of them) taking what they wanted, pushing aside the art of artificial tenderness to take charge in this primal dance of brusqueness. Survival of the fittest feasting on the spoils of thralldom, someone poetically drew up one time online. Dominating the submissive, willing or not, another might dress up. But it was predator and prey most called it; most understood it to be. From the sadistic boss bending his resistant complaint to the pile on of a subdued workhorse stuffed and rode like a thoroughbred steered to finish first place in some barbarous race and prized with caked cum like the dirty filthy whore it was initially set out to be made. Bite the pillow, a big dick bull barks at his droning submissive, seduced into his bed in the first place by the engorged muscles that often goes with a beefcake like him. Take it like a man, you little bitch! Faggot! Cunt! Cum slut! This, sometimes with a foot driven into the back of the head of his submissive as he gets his greased raised rear jackhammered in.

I never wanted something like this to play out in real life. It was all fantasies meant to reside in the deepest darkest corners of our depraved minds played out by actors in porn film who got role play or filthy-minded sadomasochist creator who generally posted stroke fiction pseudonymous on websites hard to find. I was more than satisfied with only watching the verbal assaults accompanied with heart-pounding and bloodcurdling shrieks that were both immorally appalling and shockingly hot.

But here I was. No foot to the back of my head. No pillow to bite into. No ‘Take it like a man, son.’ I had a hole I had readied earlier for a possible fuck tonight and hard cock inside me that did not wait for my go ahead. If things had played out differently, if my hole wasn’t prepared like this, I could call this for what it was and resist it even further the best I could in the bind I was in. I was where I was, pinned against the door, prepared, though not for anything like this, I gave myself permission to let go, to let the tension in my enraged muscle ringed channel give way back there to his rigid cock.

His pleasure was sensed immediately with a sinister chuckle; the crackling of heavy-duty lube as he slowly withdrew from my battered hole. My head was mine again, but his cock plop out of my hole was once more deafening as I was tossed like a rag doll over to the monitors. I could’ve turned. I could’ve moved. I could’ve fought. I had some of my strength back now, knowing the worse, the surprise of him entering me unexpectedly like that was over.

I kept my rear presented in place, taunting him with the sweet onion that was his if only he’d asked. I’d concluded by then, he’d thought I’d given him permission, from blackmailer to bootlicker. This wasn’t the case. Not in my mind, at least, but I wasn’t left with no other choice other than to go along to get along since he liked his tender meat roughed up.

He taunted me with reentry rubbing his throbbing cockhead up and down my slicking crack, zeroing end on my anal slit before teasing me once more. C’mon already! I begged in my head. He half-heartedly obliged with teasing lunges that only brought the flat tip of his cock back to my hole without going in.

I thought about reaching back to help him out. Get this over with as soon as possible. But he let me know none of this was a fluke. It was deliberate. “You may not have liked your first impression of my friend, but you’re going to love him from now on!”

I gasped for air when he plunged back into me, cursing and grunting through gnashed teeth. The only thing I could think was if there was a silver lining in my rape he was making great use of the lube.

“Goddamn!” I screamed aloud with him purposefully bumping against that pleasurable walnut-size thing in my rear with his cock.

“You like that dick, don’t you?” Officer Parkins said with an engorged smile in his voice, torturing me ever so long with these nice slow strokes he had me wincing with every time he joyfully sawed by my sensitive sweet spot.

“I gotta pee!” I cried out like I’d only done once before in my life.

He was a skilled farmhand from across the way in my mid teens. He was far from my first but he was the first I’d had with the tempo to fuck and fuck well. And he made sure I was thoroughly fuck before he seeded me up with his deliverance. After that, I was more than content with being overstuffed and sprayed by every worthy cock up for the challenge.

It would take him, this, for me to relive that sensation from so long ago with my ballooned penis dripping with precum that I was sure was dripping like rain onto the linoleum below.

“Pee then, shit!” He suggested with arrogance. Just like every other top that has brought his bottom to this place. Like them, I knew well he didn’t mean it, but I wasn’t above thinking maybe, just maybe, about fucking him over and ruining his night like he fucked me over ruining mine.

 

Why the fuck didn’t you cross the street and go home when you had the chance?! I don’t know! Maybe I secretly wanted this! Two blowjobs and no fuck (or hand job on myself) probably brought me to this brink! A police officer pulls up as I’m leaving a lifelong fantasy fulfilled. He is fine, black, and a daddy, why not hang back? The station already wielded me good luck twice tonight. What was one more try? The money shot? Black cock up the ass this time?!

Something wet and thick tarried down my nut sack as I bit my lip and kept my bladder in check. The sick bastard might pull a gun out on me and make me lap it up. Who the fuck knows!

I didn’t care about that anymore. That was of least importance. I was skewered, getting fucked by this guy that thought it was alright to help himself to my ass as he began to speed up his thrusts, pumping and withdrawing faster and faster, fucking me silly in distraught earnest.

“You were ready for this dick, huh, cunt?” He growled again.

My hole trembled in place of my handed cock. Those damn kept-under-the bed raunchy videos!

My back was arched being his receptor, clawing the desk in front of me as my body started to convulse and spasms.

I sniffed hard. “Oh fuck!”

I only thought I needed to pee before! He kept jabbing in like a boxer going up against rounds against my prostate.

“You like this dick don’t you?”

My whole body shuddered.

“You like that dick don’t you?” He repeated in triumph, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me onto his cock without mercy, like he did before. Except this time without fail he left that this wasn’t two of us fucking, this was my ass being used to feel the power of his dick. Nothing more.

“Oh god!” I cried again as he reared back and rammed back into me.

I felt ashamed it felt good. But it felt just that good.

“Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” I kept chanting against my will.

I was stroked and stuffed and about to be filled to the brim like a chalice when he clutched my shoulders ever so tight to bury his cock deep inside my hole. A familiar swell desperate for relief soon packed me tight as he cussed and stuttered fighting the battle of holding back from letting go, like he’d done several times thus far. It was obvious to him and me both, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He tried, but he couldn’t. And once he accepted that, I intercepted his abrupt load pouring over my rigid walls and circled back onto his cock again as he shook and let some of his warm nut drip out of my ass and onto the floor.

He collapsed on top of my back moments afterward, pumping the last of his dying erection into the gooey gunk he created.

I probably could have enjoyed the session a lot more if it wasn’t for how it came about, what it was in its entirety. And as I waited for his stocky build to go limp, and my window of opportunity to come, I rolled him off my back.

I was finally free from the ordeal.

I was so desperate to get out of there fast I didn’t even try to redo my pants, reaching for the doorknob. I almost made it too before he grabbed the crook of my arm and brought me close to him, looking like a drunken happy grizzly bear.

“Come back again sometime. Next time I promise to give you something to really grunt about, my sweet pink piglet.” He winked and cheesed.

 

That grin. That fucking grin!

I snatched my arm away and limped out the door.

I was down in the labyrinth stairwell, on one of the landings, when I thought the coast was clear to do up my pants. Probably no sooner than I got my belt fastened, listening to any heavy footsteps possibly trouncing my way, I actually found I had to pee. Normally, I would’ve held it until I got out of there, more so after what happened and the threat of him popping up and trying it again. After what happened though, I couldn’t think of a nicer ‘fuck you’ parting gift to leave for the rotten bastard on the staircase—even if he never used those set of stairs!