Note: like many of my stories, this first chapter is heavy on plot and set-up, but the action will get going more and more as the chapters progress. And of course, this is just fantasy. No actual white boys were harmed in the writing of this story - but if you are not into it, don’t read it.
At the game:
“Time out!” Coach Wilson yelled at the ref, and I hurried over to him with the rest of the team.
I’m Blake, the starting forward for Albus Prep; a private high school in our upscale (meaning all-white) community in the suburbs of Atlanta. We usually played the other private schools around the state, and were practically undefeated. But then some do-gooder had the bright idea to “broaden the league” by arranging for us to play a public-school team over in BarBaCan County, resulting in our travel to this grubby gymnasium on a Friday night to play their star team of seniors. While we had a small cheering section right behind our bench, most of the parents and students had decided to stay away from this poorer, blacker section of the state. So, we were being outplayed in front of most of their school, with loud cheering, aggressive cheerleaders, and a marching band that seemed to dance as much as play music. I found the whole place disgusting.
The game was finally nearing the end, and we were losing, badly.
Coach Wilson gave us the truth. “Alright fellas, no bullshit, we are going to lose this game. But I want to end on a high note. So… we help each other, pass it around, and take the risky shot if you feel it. Put some points in these monkeys’ faces! Then we can pack up and get the hell out of this jungle party.” We all agreed in a rousing cheer and went back onto the court.
I was up against their star forward, Leroy Washington. He had six inches and 20 pounds of muscle over me, and all I wanted was one good chance to stuff it down his face. The teams traded a few baskets back and forth, then he got the ball and I was once again trying to defend on him.
“Strutting your stuff there, cracker. You want me to shove this ball down your throat?” I gave no response, just swiped at the ball, missed, and accidentally brushed against his crotch. “Oh, I see, you been playin’ so shit because you just trying to get at my dick, LOL. Just come by after the game, I’ll give you a mouthful.” He had been whispering taunts at me all game, and I had tried to ignore him, but that was the last straw.
“Fuck you, monkey! I ain’t interested in your tiny excuse for a cock.”
“I’ll show you tiny, fuckin honky! Stuff it down your throat til you be cryin’ tryin to breathe.”
He passed the ball to a teammate, and I lunged for it, missed, and tripped on his leg.
“Yeah, I see you already getting on your knees for it, cracker faggot.”
I had had enough, and lunged straight at him, toppling us to the court while spitting the N-word at him a few times. I only got in one swing before I was pulled off by my teammates and the ref sent me to the sidelines to cool off for the rest of the game, short as it was. Eventually we made our way to the locker room, quickly got showered and dressed, and Coach had us in the parking lot 15 minutes after the game was over.
“OK, on the bus, let’s get our asses back home. Take the weekend to shake it off, and everything will be fine on Monday. Blake, I know you drove, but head straight back, OK?”
“Yes Coach. I don’t want to be in the shithole any longer either.”
Earlier in the day I had visited a doctor in Atlanta, so I had driven to the game directly instead of riding the bus. My buddy Micah walked up to me and coach. “Coach, can I ride back with Blake? He needs calming down.” Unlike the other guys, Micah and I are 18 already, so we get some leeway with the coach.
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea, Micah. Watch him, keep him under speed, and heading straight back to town.”
“Will do Coach!” Micah slapped my shoulder and semi-shoved me in the direction of my truck. “Back home to pizza and COD! You need a victory.” I laughed and started to feel better.
We pulled out behind the bus and headed to the state road north. Now that it was over, we laughed about the scuffle. Micah hated the blacks as much as I did, so we could joke around in safety.
I had been following the bus pretty well I thought, but after a few bad red lights, it had pulled well ahead and out of view. Not a concern, as I knew the route. Then my gas light came on, low on fuel.
“Damn, need gas. This truck guzzles it up, and I drove into Atlanta earlier.”
Micah sighed, “There’s a min-mart right up there. You pump the gas; I’ll run in and get us some cokes and chips.”
“You bet.”
I pulled up to the pump, my tank on the passenger side. Micah ran in and I swiped my debit card and started filling up the tank. The price was definitely better here than in my town, so I wanted a full tank.
“That’s a nice truck you got there cracker.” I turned to see Leroy and a few of his teammates from the game. Damn, had they followed me?
“I’m just getting gas, Leroy. Things got heated during the game, but you guys beat us. Take your victory with some grace.” I glanced at the store looking for Micah so we could head out of here.
Leroy wandered slowly closer, getting in my face a bit. “Yeah, we beat you honkies, smoked you good. We ain’t here ‘bout that. We here cause you used some ‘inappropriate language’ (he made air quotes with his hands) and disrespected me in front of my school.”
“Like I said, things got heated. I didn’t take the trash talking very well and lashed out. My bad. I shouldn’t have used that language. I was raised better than that. Sorry.” The pump popped and I quickly replaced it in its rack and closed the tank. I shot another quick glance at the market, hoping Micah would hurry his ass up.
“Raised better? You sayin’ you better than us?” He turned to his pals, “I mean, we use that word all the time. So, we must not be raised right according to this honky.”
“I didn’t mean that. You know it’s different when you all say it. I’m sorry, I really am.” Just then I heard the market door’s bell chime. Thank God, I thought. Micah and I needed to get out of here. I looked towards him to hurry him up, and my heart sank. Micah was walking towards us, but between two more black youths, one of which was holding Micah’s arm behind his back in a way that seemed uncomfortable, judging from the look of pain and fear on Micah’s face.
“Yeah, we gonna need more than a cheap ‘sorry’ from you. You and your buddy are gonna learn a hard lesson, preppy boy. Lots of hard lessons.” They all chuckled as Leroy grinned from a foot away, menacingly. I turned to make a run around the truck but another tall black youth was standing there. I was pinned between the pump and them, no exit.
“Ain’t nowhere to run boy. Do what you’re told like a good cracker and you’ll eventually get to go home to your white mommy and daddy. Fight us and we’ll make sure no one ever finds your bodies.”
I didn’t know if I believed the threat, but I was clearly in no position to fight off this group of hoodlums, so I just nodded.
“Good boy. Hand me the keys.” I reached out and dropped them in his hand. He grabbed my arm and spun me around towards what I guess was his ride. One of his mates got in the driver’s seat. He tossed my keys at another guy. “Take the truck to our place. They can have it back later, IF they learn their lesson.”
He walked me over to the car and shoved me in the back seat, up against another black guy already inside. Then he climbed in beside me.
“Drive,” he ordered the guy in front. We pulled out of the mini-mart onto the main road, my truck following behind. I was scared, which I knew was the point, but they had too much to lose to really do anything drastic. Several of these players were destined for college stardom and the NBA. They wouldn’t risk this too far, would they? I just closed my eyes and prayed I was right.
After a few minutes I felt Leroy squirming around in his seat. I kept my eyes shut, until he grabbed the back of my head and slapped my face. “Wake up honky. Your first lesson is starting.” He forcefully shoved my head down towards his crotch, where I saw a huge black cock lying flaccid. His squirming had been to pull down his basketball shorts to expose himself. I struggled to sit back up, but he was strong and held firm.
“Now what did I say earlier? You’re gonna do what you’re told or it will go even harder for you and your buddy. Now get down there and suck my balls. I like my whores to start by giving them a nice tongue bath. Then when I tell you to, move up and get my cock in your mouth. And if I feel any teeth, the first thing we gonna do when we stop the car is bust all your teeth out. I know you white boys wank to online porn, so you’ve seen a good blowjob. Time to test those skills, LOL.” Again, he shoved my head fully into his crotch, my nose buried in his nuts.
I started to cry a bit. “Please Leroy, you’ve made your point. I really am sorry. I can get you money, just don’t make me do this!”
He yanked my head back up by my hair and slapped me so hard I slammed against the seat. Then he grabbed my face and looked me square in the eyes, his hand around my throat. “You called me a monkey and a nigger in front of my team, my school, and my family! Shamed me! I don’t want your money, cracker. You rich white folk think money solves all your problems, that all you have to do is throw the green around and us poor folk will take whatever shit you throw at us. Well not today bitch! Today it’s your turn to be the slave. Now suck my dick or I start breaking your fingers.” My face was slammed back again into his junk. This time, with my tears flowing, I opened up and began to lick his balls. There wasn’t much hair, and the orbs moved freely as I licked and lapped at them. I noticed a scent, a musk, that was interesting and new. I just had to do my best and hope they wouldn’t really hurt me too much.
“Yeah, that’s a good bitch. Get them eggs in your mouth. Roll them around inside that mouth-pussy.” I did as I was ordered, swallowing one of the baggy nuts and moving it around my tongue. Then repeating with the other one. I traded back and forth a few times before he pulled my head up a bit and placed my mouth at his now erect cock. “Now swallow my cock, and remember, no teeth, or else.” I looked up at his face, my eyes watery and pleading, but I saw only menace and determination there. I knew He was serious about hurting me at least so I opened my mouth and tasted my first black dick of the night, but what I feared would not be my last one.
I only had the first few inches in my mouth; his big ebony dickhead felt spongy and I instinctually teased it with my tongue, around the edge and then a bit into the slit. From the sounds he was making, I could tell he was enjoying it, a good thing for me. I popped my mouth off and proceeded to lick down his shaft, then back up it and swallowed him about halfway this time.
“Damn, you are definitely a natural at that. I figured you would be. White boys who react that way to taunts always secretly want a nigger dick in their holes. I hope you buddy is pleasing TJ as good as this.”
I continued to suck on his shaft, kind of on autopilot, while I processed the multiple bits of information I had heard. One, Micah was being forced to suck cock as well. Two, he had said holes, plural. And three, why was I good at sucking cock?
While I was pondering, I had managed to swallow most of his shaft down in my throat multiple times. He took this opportunity to hold my head and start fucking my face, deep and aggressively.
“Yeah, take that cock all the way down bitch! I told you were a natural. No gag reflex, even with ten inches of grade-A black cock down your throat.”
I felt the car make a few turns back and forth while my throat was being assaulted, taking us farther away from any place I knew would help me. As we slowed, the driver said, “We here man.”
“Perfect timing. I’m about to give this cracker his first load of the night.” He held my head down on his cock and I felt it spasm in my mouth, shooting warm semen down my throat. He pulled out a bit, so that his final spurts shot across my tongue and onto my face. “Yeah, open up, let me see my load all over.” I opened my mouth and he quickly snapped a few pictures to document my humiliation. “Now swallow what you got, but leave it on your face. I want the others to know I claimed you first.”
With that, he pulled up his shorts and dragged me out of the car, pushing me towards a large, shed building already surrounded by various cars and trucks. I slowed, mentally counting all the potential passengers about to continue my humiliation. Leroy shoved me forward towards an open door, next to which stood Micah and a few of his captors. I noticed his eye was swelling a bit already from a beating, and tears streaked his face.
“Man, I’m sorry I got you involved in all this.” I said to him. He just nodded.
Leroy clapped us both on our shoulders. “Yeah, he was harder to break than you were. TJ actually had to hurt him a bit before he swallowed BBC. Not like you, LOL. You took to my cock like a baby to a nipple.” He gave TJ a high five. “No matter, you both broke enough, and now its time for the main event.”
They all laughed, and lead us into our fate in the shed.
