Dinner for White Boys

Note to Reader:

This is a sequel to "Humiliated at The Halloween Party" &

"My Life as a Little White Dog". I strongly recommend reading this series in order. Check the series tab for the first two parts of this collection.

Dinner for White Boys

Chapter 1: Humiliation in the Classroom

The events of a Halloween party a month ago had sent my life into a violent tailspin. A mystery drug led to me being exposed, violated, and fucked in front of a crowd of students at the football house. If it weren't for the mask I was forced to wear that night, I would never be able to show my face on campus again. Since then, my best friend Sam had been exposed as a cross-dresser, my stepbrother's shameful secret life as a dog had come to light, and I regrettably indulged in the possibility of becoming a football star's pet.

As if that wasn't enough collective embarrassment to manage, a group of freshmen colleagues had gotten their hands on my secret. Rather than turn a blind eye, they chose to blackmail me into compromising positions for their amusement.

The leader of their group, Cole, made my life a living hell. Stripping me in the middle of a park, making me bark, lick his shoes, and spanking me in front of his friends was just the beginning.

The following week, Cole had me come to his place ahead of Wednesday's English 101 class. Cole was one of the lucky freshmen who had a private dorm room. Unfortunately, that gave him free rein to do whatever he wanted once I was inside.

Cole locked the door behind me. He demanded that I strip down to my birthday suit and kneel. My pleas were met with a laughing rejection. With no way out, I begrudgingly undressed and dropped to my knees.

From under his bed, Cole pulled out a medium-sized suitcase. I stared with dread knowing that I would be getting inside of it. Sure enough, he grabbed my hair and dragged me to it.

I tightly curled up into a ball until Cole was able to zip the suitcase shut. Like being locked in Reggie's crate, I was trapped until Cole chose to use me.

Breaking up the darkness of the suitcase were sounds of me being rolled around campus. One zipper stood in the way of me being revealed to everyone I went to school with.

Eventually, we came to a stop. Light poured in as Cole slowly unzipped the suitcase. I heard familiar voices immediately. Above all, I heard my English professor. Cole had snuck me into class naked.

The desks in class had wood backing that went to the floor. They were separated far enough apart to prevent anyone from seeing what went on underneath them. Cole always sat at the back of the class so no one could catch him goofing off.

Cole ordered me out of the suitcase with a whisper. I didn't know his plan, but I couldn't get caught here. Humiliation was one thing, expulsion was another. A struggle with Cole would lead to both.

I slithered onto the floor under his desk. I cowered with nowhere to hide but under his feet. I listened carefully as my professor called my name for attendance. I trembled while Cole told the professor I wasn't present.

The classroom was freezing as it always was. My already tiny penis shrunk to new levels. At least if I were to be caught, it would be easy to cover up my embarrassing little prick.

It wasn't long after roll call that I heard another zipper. This time it wasn't the suitcase. Cole's jeans had been cracked open. His penis rested on top of them inches from my face.

Shame, embarrassment, and sucking dick had become unfortunate constants in my life. This encounter would be no different.

Cole grabbed the back of my neck. He whispered threateningly that if I did not suck his dick right then and there, he would leave class without me in his suitcase.

Refusal would put me at greater risk of being caught. I came to know Cole's words as absolute. If he said it he meant it.

The tip of his penis stared me down while I contemplated giving in to his demand. Getting him off quickly would be the best way to get his dick away from my face. My oral virginity had already been taken. What would be the harm in sucking one more cock?

With nowhere to run, I opened my mouth and gently placed my lips on his cock.

It may have been upsetting, but Cole's cock was much easier to swallow than Reggie's. All I needed to do was keep my mouth open for him. He used my face like a fleshlight as I did my best to keep quiet. Saliva built up around my lips as he pushed my head up and down. The taste of his veiny dick hitting the back of my throat was enough to make me gag. The emasculating act of blowing my bully pained me deeply. Regardless of my feelings, I had to be a good little sex toy if I wanted this to end.

I soon felt his load fill the back of my throat. I didn't have much time to think about it, however, as Cole let out a dangerous moan.

"Oh fuck!"

My professor stopped lecturing. I felt the attention of the class shift to Cole. I shook in horror with a mouth full of cum.

"Mr. Meyer, is everything all right back there?"

I choked down his filthy seed as quietly as I could. Thankfully, Cole managed to dig himself out of the moan fairly quickly.

"Yep! Just had to get something from my suitcase. Sorry about that!"

By way of pleasuring my bully against my will, I dodged a social life-ending bullet. I convinced myself it was worth it to submit for the sake of my future. Unfortunately for me, my day with Cole was not finished.

After classes had ended, Cole and his friends collected in the bathroom. Cole laid the suitcase with me inside on the stall floor. I lay curled up in a ball while he revealed me to the other two boys who bullied me at the park.

This time, Tim brought accessories to use on me. At their discretion, I crawled through the school halls naked, blindfolded, and on a leash. I shivered as I skittishly made my way across the cold tile floors. They took turns yanking me in different directions, slapping my ass, and knocking me over with their feet.

Since I couldn't see anything, Cole and his friends made me painfully aware of how easily I could be caught. They taunted me by opening doors and telling me about teachers still in their offices as we passed them. The building should have been empty, but I had no way to know.

I spent my entire walk trying to shake intrusive thoughts. My imagination wandered to the worst possible outcomes. My body reacted with chills, butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and fluid leaking from my flaccid penis.

Eventually, we rounded back to the bathroom. The final trial of my horrifying day with Cole and his friends was to drink out of the toilet like a dog. With the promise of being let go, I didn't hesitate. After everything I'd had in my mouth recently, a little toilet water was nothing. A few gulps later, my clothes were returned and I was free to go.

My run-ins with Cole made me reconsider everything. I hated being treated this way by him and his friends. I couldn't understand why Reggie entranced me enough to let them strip me, leash me, violate my ass, and train me like a dog.

I retreated to my dorm with my head spinning. I thought about reporting Cole and his friends to the dean. I considered reporting Reggie and his friends for what they did to me as well. Ultimately, I would do no such thing.

Chapter 2: The Dinner Party

Cole and his friends had their fill of torturing me for the week. I had not heard from Reggie since my trial run as his pet either. Being left alone provided me time to think about what I had done. My vengeful thoughts festered for the next couple of days.

My freedom from my de-facto owners would end with a text from Reggie that Saturday. Though I continued to grapple with my mistreatment, Reggie's message invoked curiosity.

He texted me about dinner at his place. At no point did he mention collaring me. To me, it sounded like two guys grabbing a bite. Perhaps it was a foolish thought, but for a moment I thought I may have earned his respect as a friend.

I decided to give it a go. I told myself that if he asked me to put on the collar I would refuse and go home. It had the potential to end my relationship with him, but I had to put an end to this before it was too late.

I stood outside Reggie's front door patiently waiting until he answered. Reggie let me into his rarely vacant apartment with the dining room table set. I mistakenly got my hopes up once I saw four plates. I wrongfully assumed one was for me.

Reggie led me past the table to his bedroom. Almost immediately, he retrieved my collar and presented it to me.

"Oh um...sorry...I uh...I don't want to mess around with that anymore. Can we just go without it from now on?"

Reggie gave me a confused look.

"What's the matter? Have you forgotten all of your training since I last saw you?"

Reggie's insistence always worked on me in the past. I told myself it wouldn't work this time.

"It's just...I guess I had fun, but I can't keep doing this. I don't want to end up like my stepbrother."

Reggie wasn't having it. He skipped over my concerns. He grabbed my shoulders with his big black hands and pinned me up against the hallway wall.

"That's not what I taught you. Get down."

Reggie pushed me toward the floor. With ease, he forced me to my knees.

"Reggie, wait!"

I fearfully pleaded with him. He was too strong to fight off.

"Stop whining!"

Reggie forcefully fastened the collar around my neck. I helplessly struggled as he stripped me. He ripped off my shirt, underwear, pants, and socks while I floundered around on the floor.

"Come here bitch."

With my embarrassing parts now fully exposed, Reggie led me by my collar back into his room.

"Stay!"

What else could I do? If I fought back he would punish me further. Similar to my encounters with Cole, I was trapped.

Reggie stuffed my mouth with a ring gag. The mittens from the party made their return as well. Perky fur dog ears were clipped to my hair and my black rubber tail was forced back into my ass.

My pride as a man had been stolen from me once more. I was filled with frustration. I told myself I wouldn't let this happen, yet, there I was naked, restrained, and available for Reggie's use again.

All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door. To my misfortune, we would not be alone.

"That must be Zaire."

While Zaire had not seen me in this state yet, his eyes couldn't make my embarrassment any greater. Despite my bizarre acceptance of Zaire, his presence meant that there was a good chance Max was brought along.

What was originally a secret between Reggie and I continued to make its way to others. Max was never supposed to find out. Tonight would be the end of that secret.

Zaire came in holding a cage covered by a blanket. As I feared, Max lay inside.

Max was always gagged and plugged. Zaire made sure his holes were constantly occupied. This time Max and I were matching. He had the same dog ears, gag, collar, mittens, and tail stuffed in his ass. The only difference was a pink plastic cage locked on his penis.

Max was released from his crate and led to me. Their plan all along was to humiliate us together. They reunited us like two puppies from the same litter.

Max examined my naked body. It must have blown his mind to see me following in his footsteps. I returned a stare back. I found my eyes glued to his restricted wiener. Reggie caught my stare and decided to address my stepbrother's new cage.

"Chichi used his weenie without permission. He has to wear this from now on. Let this be a warning to you."

Reggie made an example out of my emasculated stepbrother. Our penis' were for their amusement, not ours.

After we checked each other out like two dogs on a walk, Zaire and Reggie separated us. Our next stop would be the floor next to the dinner table.

Before we could reach it, there was another knock at the door.

"That should be Darren and his girlfriend."

Max seemed unconcerned by the arrival of the two guests. I, on the other hand, started to panic. While Max had made his rounds as the football team's dog, I still held onto the protection of my identity from most of them. Football team aside, I couldn't let my secret get out to the girls on campus.

Regardless of my concern, I had nowhere to hide. My stepbrother and I's fate lay in the hands of these superior black men. We let them turn us into their bitches. We were subject to any consequences they chose to inflict on us.

Our starting middle linebacker made his way inside. Following behind him was a familiar-looking white girl. She had on the same wig the maid had on at the party, a very short spaghetti strap white dress, black heels, black painted nails, and a full face of makeup. It didn't take me long to recognize her as my friend Sam.

We made eye contact right away. I shuddered in embarrassment from him seeing my ridiculous appearance. On the contrary, Sam seemed comfortable with being dressed as another man's girlfriend. Moreover, he appeared unsurprised by my stepbrother and I's predicament.

"Well well well look at these cute doggies. Chichi come here! I missed you!"

My stepbrother didn't hesitate. Max crawled to Darren's feet shamelessly. He kneeled before both of them and waited to be petted. Darren rolled Max on his back and continued to patronize him.

"That's a good boy! Did you miss me? I know you missed these belly rubs."

With Max occupying Darren, Reggie and Zaire greeted Sam. Each one of them lifted him off the ground with a big hug. Sam kissed each of them on the cheek as if they had met before.

Darren eventually released my stepbrother back to the table. It was time for our unnecessary introductions.

"Samantha, it's great to have you. I hope you don't mind if our two puppies join. Mimi, Chichi, show Miss Samantha your wee-wees in appreciation of her."

Coming to Reggie's was an enormous mistake. I never could have imagined the humiliation I had yet to experience as a dog. I shielded my little penis as long as I could. Unfortunately for me, Max got into position right away. I had no choice, but to follow along.

"Aweee look at those cute little twigs! You two are adorable! Of course I don't mind."

Sam's voice was more feminine than I remembered. He patronized us with his girly voice as if he had never met us. It felt like my identity as a man had vanished. The overwhelming torture melted my brain.

We finally made our way to the table after our guests completed their degrading inspection of Max and I. Reggie and Zaire headed to the kitchen while Sam and Darren settled at the table. Reggie returned with food for the humans. Zaire returned with two dog bowls for my stepbrother and I.

Zaire made sure to show off the contents of the bowls to Darren and Sam before placing them in front of us. The two shared a suppressed chuckle having seen what our food was topped with.

With the bowls placed in front of us, it became clear why. Each bowl was filled with actual dog food. Eating dog food is gross, however, the chuckle resulted from the thick layer of semen covering it.

I had eaten two loads to date. I didn't have a reason to find it shocking that I would be forced to eat another. I didn't know whose sperm it was, although, that knowledge couldn't have made it any more appetizing.

Again, I had no way to escape. I would be eating this mysterious cum alongside my stepbrother whether I liked it or not. Despite our gags being removed, begging would get me nowhere.

Zaire snapped his fingers.

"Eat puppies!"

Max plunged his head into the bowl. I reluctantly did the same to avoid a punishment that would further humiliate me in front of my former best friend Sam.

The four of them enjoyed a wine and steak dinner while we feasted on our cum covered dog food. They had a joyous conversation that sounded like old friends catching up. Outside of his role as Darren's girlfriend, Sam was living my dream.

Of the many conversations I overheard, none involved Max and I. It wasn't until they were finished eating that Zaire referred to us.

"White boys make the best pets man I'm telling you!"

Our owners shared a chuckle.

"For real! I'm hoping one day I can turn Mimi into a good bitch like Chichi. Isn't that right Mimi?"

Reggie slapped my ass while I choked down the disgusting food. They spoke about us as if we were senseless trophies. I felt like a prized sow.

Darren directed the conversation toward Sam.

"See how well I treat you, Samantha? You could be crawling around naked like these pathetic dogs. I promise I'll never turn you into one of these things."

His words made me shiver. Like a dog, I once again found myself at the bottom of the food chain. Unlike Max and I, Sam was allowed to wear clothes. He ate fresh food at the table with the guys while I had to eat someone's mess off the floor. Even though all of us were inferior to these dominant black men, I was at a level of inferiority beyond that. Whether it was Cole, his friends, or Sam, I found myself submitting to all of them.

I looked over at Max as he cleaned his bowl. I couldn't let this become my life. I had to find my way out of this miserable cycle.

The four of them got up from the table as I finished my disgusting meal. Reggie and Zaire cleared the table leaving Darren and Sam to watch my stepbrother and I.

"Mimi! Heel bitch!"

Darren held my gag in his right hand. It was only a matter of time before I returned to my dumb drooling look. I hung my head to avoid eye contact with Sam. Begrudgingly, I made my way to Darren.

As expected, my gag was reinserted in my mouth. Of the brief glance I caught of Sam, he had a delightful grin.

With my mouth agape, Darren grabbed me by the collar and forced my face to the ground. Before I had time to react, he spanked me mercilessly while Sam watched. I wasn't being punished. Darren merely did it to demonstrate his power over me.

"Wag that tail boy!"

Every step of the way I conceded to whatever punishment these men chose to inflict on me. My ass belonged to Reggie, Zaire, Cole, and now Darren. I swung my hips until my tail began to sway.

Tears welled up from the pain and embarrassment of my spanking. Darren painted my sensitive cheeks bright red. The stinging sensation lasted long after he was done with me.

Like Max, he rolled me on my back. I looked up at Sam's cheerful grin. I winced as he leaned down to rub my stomach.

"Awe you're such a good boy. Don't worry, I won't let him hurt you anymore."

Sam's fingertips sent chills down my spine. I broke out in goosebumps from the complete domination imposed on me by my former best friend. Fortunately for me, Reggie and Zaire's return broke up the uncomfortable rubbing of my belly.

"Well Samantha, what do you think? Pretty cute right?"

Sam returned to his feet.

"They're adorable Reggie. You've done an incredible job. Would you mind if I took them out? It looks like they might need to use the bathroom."

Reggie and Zaire looked at each other with massive grins.

"That would be wonderful Samantha. Let me get their leashes for you."

Sam struck fear into me all night. He was far too comfortable with what Reggie and Zaire had done to Max and I. Whatever twisted idea he had in store for me had to be prevented. I knew begging would go nowhere. I couldn't even speak with the gag in my mouth. All I could do was helplessly stare and whimper at Reggie once he returned with the leashes.

To the surprise of no one, Reggie ignored my cries. The leashes were handed over to Sam. One by one, he leashed me and my stepbrother. Off we were to the front door and eventually outside.