The Master King
"It was a long time ago." I said, while trying to defend myself. "I no longer do the foolish things I did when I was in college." "of course not" said Richard, his eyes watching me as one does a spider hanging on its web in the corner of one's home. "But is true", I continued, "That is a part of my past that resides there. It shall never be a part of me again." "it's that so, said Richard. "You have been eyeing me for days now. as we have trained, I've observed you, watching the curve of my very ass while licking your lips. And right now, I see your knees tremble and can hear your heart skipping. What are you afraid of? or better yet, what are you ashamed of?" I said nothing. It was true. A very shameful truth. I had held it inside of me for years. I can't let it out in the open. I can't allow it.
A long time ago, I had a classmate named Troy. He was beautiful. It was his blond hair and blue eyes that caught my attention,however, it was his 9" dick that sealed the deal. He was an athlete complete with a room full of trophies. He ran marathons, and triathlons in between naval deployments. I was mesmerized by him. We studied at the same university and found ourselves at the pool at the same time. I liked to go very early in the morning to avoid the crowd of hot white males. I was not counting on running into him. Troy was confident and self assured. He was used to getting his way. He caught me looking several times, but said nothing. But the next morning was different. I arrived early to find that he had taken up my usual locker. When I arrived at the pool, though we were alone, he had taken my lane. Incredibly, I thought it was just coincidence. Though a creature of habit, I managed to rearrange my morning routine to fit the new circumstances.
Before he left, he looked into my eyes and handed me a note. The note said to meet him at the beach near the campus library at 9pm. I was bewildered! It was 8am and I had several hours of classes and my work study job to get through, not to mention a study date at 6 with a girl from my Biology class. I was dazed and the day flew by. I wondered what he wanted. Was he going to attack me for staring at him? Was I that obvious? What did he want? I was shorter than him at 5'6" and skinny. I had dark skin and brown eyes. My hair was short-cropped. If he wanted to attack me, I was no match for him. I made excuses for why I was so distracted to my colleagues. During my study time, the girl tried to kiss me, but I excused myself. She was pretty, but in my mind I could only see Troy, the tall strong athletic man with the 9" dick, beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. Every time I thought of not meeting him, I would see his eyes staring at me - through me.
9 PM had arrived and I was at the beach near the campus library. Troy walked up to me very confidently. " You have been looking at me he said. Why?" I couldn't explained, but in my minds eye I remembered my reaction every time I saw a handsome white guy like Troy. I wanted to submit to him. That's the only reason. But I wasn't gonna tell him that. I said, "I wasn't looking at you." He wanted to know why I had come to meet him. I just said that I was curious as to what he wanted. Before I knew it, he was crashing into my body with his. not hard, but pointedly. He was on the hunt. I tried to get away, when out of no where I felt him pushed his hand down my back between my underwear and body. He had rapidly inserted a finger in my ass and was now using it to restrained me. Every time I tried to pull away his finger would pull me back as though he had me by a handle. He said, "Boy, I've run into several guys like you. I know what you want. I've seen it in your eyes. You want to be own by the White Man." My eyes grew wide with the realization that he had somehow figured out my deepest secret. Troy was now in charge.
Feeling exposed, I dropped to my knees and began to suckle on Troy's delicious White Cock like no other. He said, "I knew you were gonna be my boy." Slurping sounds, gagging sounds, suction sounds, friction sounds, lapping sounds, swallowing sounds, moaning sounds, and all kinds of vibrations were coursing through his dick as I gave way to my deepest cravings. I will do anything to drink your milk and taste you SIR. Troy told me he wanted to be call White Master and that I was his now. I was still making slurping sounds when he bent over and place his finger in my hole. He pulled me roughly by my hole and told me he needed his ass licked. I obeyed immediately. His beautiful pink hole turned me on so much. I was loosing myself in him. When my tongue connected with his hole, I thought "This is the place where by inserting my tongue, I can commune with the most intimate, vulnerable, and delicate part of my White Master." I began to french kissing White Master's ass. He moaned, specially, when I would lick his ass while stroking his dick and nipples. It must have been an hour, but it felt like a minute before Troy pulled me away from his Superior White ass and turned me around for the dicking of my life. His 9" of pure manhood glisten with my spit when he entered me. It hurt, but White Master Troy put his mouth to my ear and whispered that I was an owned boy now. I was to be fucked like a slut. I surrendered. By the time he had pushed me on the ground and told me to open my mouth, I was too far gone. I swallowed him whole. His milk was pure and creamy. I was going to drink every last drop. It was the best night of my life, but the beginning of my shame. A shame that consumes me.