Joining The Bnwo Ch 01

WARNING: As usual, this is a very hardcore interracial cuckolding story, with extensive gay/bisexual elements. However, it's also scatalogical and perverted in other dimensions. It has surgical body modification! It's so twisted and perverted that, in fact, I'm going to put it in the "Fetishes" category and hope for the best. Also, the story is oriented around the "Black New World Order" concept. If this doesn't sound like your kind of thing, please just skip it. Thanks!

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Some people say it's the start of a "Black New World Order" in the Western World. Maybe they're right--"BNWO," as they say.

Golly, I guess it's been a few years now that I've started to see the phrase and abbreviations show up more and more in the erotica I've been reading--here on Literotica and on other sites that I like.

The idea isn't hard to explain. The idea is that Blacks are becoming more and more powerful, more and more dominant--as anything white recedes in significance. It's a philosophy, a movement, a social trend.

Naturally, many of the proponents are Black. Why wouldn't they be? But increasingly white people--many of them simply plagued by guilt feelings conditioned by their political tribe--are joining the movement. "It's time to let the Blacks be in charge after so many centuries of oppression!" is the theory.

For me, as a married white man, my affinity was not nearly so lofty. No.

Rather, for me, I simply had become obsessed by interracial sex. And not any kind of interracial sex, but black-man-on-white-women interracial sex.

Over the past several years, it's gotten so that black-man-on-white-woman porn is the only thing that even really turns me on anymore.

I have an EXTREMELY attractive white wife--Emily. To visualize Emily, imagine the hottest thin nerdy girl in your high school or college. Give her dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. A shy personality. Make her secretly horny. Give her a thin physique but with adorable curves, including delicious b-cup breasts and a perky little bottom.

Because I got so caught up in interracial porn and erotica, it got so I could only cum when visualizing my Emily getting blacked. It's sad, I know, but it's true.

Yup, it had gotten so I could only cum when imagining a black man fucking my white wife. Loserly, I know.

So it occurred to me--even though I'm conservative politically--maybe this BNWO movement would have the answer to my needs. Maybe it could take my beautiful but shy Emily black! Maybe I can take advantage of the broader political movement so I can have the voyeuristic interracial sex life that I crave--starring, of course, none other than my adorable wife!

Was I really only interested in being a voyeur? No. But I wasn't ready to admit it to myself at first. That came later.

Using the BNWO trend to get my wife to go black seemed logical enough. Through the movement, I could find "allies" to my cause! I could find people to help my gorgeous wife get blacked!

And did I mind if my wife might get really hooked on--even totally addicted to--black cock in the process? Did I mind if my Emily might become a black-only slut and black-breeder? Absolutely not! Nothing would please me more, I thought. "God, it would be so hot to watch Emily in action as a black-only, black-owned, black-breeding slut!" I thought to myself.

I was 28 when this story starts, by the way, and on my way as a successful PhD student in biosciences. We'll say my name is "Douglas Martinson," and Emily shares my last name. (Not our real names, of course!)

I'm handsome, charming, and have a good personality. Alas, my dick is a thin little barely-five-incher-- which I guess is part of why I fantasize about Emily getting fucked by massive black cocks so much. It addresses my anxiety. Yes. It. Does!

Emily was 22 at the start, and still getting her bachelor's degree in nursing. She's going to be one cute and sexy nurse when she finishes in another couple of years.

Let's imagine we live in Michigan, we're both studying at U of M, and we live in Ann Arbor. Why not? It's as good as any setting. (Although in reality, we live in a different college town.)

Once I settled on the idea of leveraging the Black New World Order movement, it wasn't hard to work on steps from there.

I spent an hour over a couple of nights researching online and, without too much trouble, I found a UofM-based BNWO "chapter" so to speak. They called themselves simply UofM-BNWO. As a radical group, they weren't an official university club, but they functioned on campus and around town.

I filled out their online form to ask for an interview to participate. Naturally, there was a box I had to populate as to my interest. I thought to myself, "I'd better pretend that I'm politically aligned and not just in it for my sexual reasons... They may not like it if I'm just in it for black cock!"

I put lots of thought into my short entry. The number of characters allowed were limited. This is what I settled on:

"As a white man, I'm ashamed of my privilege. I think I'd like to help bring on the Black New World Order and find my lowly place in it. I guess it helps that I can't stop thinking of seeing my beautiful white wife go completely and permanently black. So I see us both becoming supporters. Can you guide us?"

And then, after angsting over that entry for over an hour, I saw that there was a pull-down, too, where I had to pick what role I was interested in for the BNWO, and it turned out that the perfect choice was available:

"Aspiring beta white cucky"

For "key reason for contact," there was also a perfect option:

"Need help introducing white wife and myself to the cause."

So I picked all those things, typed in my actual cell phone number for follow up, and one of my email addresses, and clicked "submit."

It took just three days but it felt like a month until I got a call from an unknown number on my cell. Figuring it could be the BNWO Club, I answered it just in case, and it was they--or, their representative, rather. A girl named Tiffany--who sounded white--went through a few pleasantries and also asked my DOB and SSN to confirm my identity while I was on the line. She also asked my mother's maiden name and a few other personal questions.

"Okay," she said. "You check out. The BNWO believes you are who you say you are... Next, we need you to give us a video attestation."

"A video attestation?" I asked.

"Yes," Tiffany explained. "We need you to read into your phone as it records your image and voice how excited you are to be a BNWO supporter and to have us black your wife, Emily. I'm texting you the script."

"What's this for?" I asked.

"We use it however we see fit, white boi. Obviously it gives us leverage over you. If you want to move forward, it's a non-negotiable requirement. I'll give you ten seconds to decide."

"Uh..." I was nervous. Then as I was mumbling, Tiffany interrupted: "6, 5, 4, 3..."

"Okay! Very well!" I interjected, just barely in time.

"Good, dipshit!" TIffany sneered through the phone. "Go ahead now!"

I read it verbatim and, since I was texted it, this is exactly what it said, right out of my phone log:

"I, Douglas Martinson, am a lowly white boi, aspiring to become a cuckold supporter of the Black New World Order Movement, and assume my place in it as an inferior, subservient white male. I can't wait to see my beautiful wife, Emily, go black--go black-only--get black-owned--and eventually get black-bred. I plan on being subservient to her and her lovers... I'll be chaste, other than 'paying homage' to BBC--even if it turns me gay. I so desperately want my wife to be blacked. I only have a thin five-inch dicklet, and my wife deserves to get fucked by real cocks--by big... black... cocks... which I'll suck on and service as well. I want this for us as a permanent lifestyle change, and I pray it happens as soon as possible. Once my Emily goes black, I hope she makes herself as available as possible to hung black studs, even as she will of course cut me off entirely from sexual intimacy--other than perhaps the occasional mercy hand job... I look forward to my Emily getting black-bred--multiple times--and doing my darndest to provide support for my wife and the babies. All of this is my deepest sexual desire, and I pray that it's fulfilled!"

"Good job, dipshit. Good job!" Tiffany said. "Now, I'm going to read you a series of questions. My voice will be recorded, and we'll continue to video you. Be sure you answer truthfully! People have been known to regret it who don't! Are you tracking me, loser?"

"Yes, Ms. Tiffany," I responded. "I'm tracking. Go right ahead."

"Good, dipshit. Good! By the way... Short answers are fine... Now first... Are you earnestly and truly ready to support the Black New World Order and assume your place as a lowly white male within our framework--even though this means you will NEVER have any type of sexual relations with your sexy little white wife ever again--except possibly an occasional mercy handjob?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good, dipshit. Good... Would you like to see the BNWO alpha studs turn your wife into a committed slut for big black cock, including use of ALL her holes, and including imminent and repeated breeding, for perhaps even five or more black babies? This will fully derail her career pursuits and her ability to earn a living independently. She'll become dependent on the BNWO to provide for her."

"Yes! Definitely yes!"

"Good, loser! Good... For the privilege of watching our Black alpha studs do your wife, are you willing to suck big black cock on demand--and forever? Even knowing that this will likely make you gay for BBC. Yes, you will still enjoy watching your wife get black fucked, but it will be black cock that will come to own you sexually. Are you ready for that?"

"Uh... it scares me, but I accept that it is required. Yes."

"Our BNWO club has done our research on you, dipshit... Once you and Emily are well and thoroughly blacked, do you agree to help us black your attractive mom, Melanie, your sister Julia, and your sisters-in-law Kristi and Penelope?"

"Oh, wow! Does it have to even include my Mom and my sister? If so, it is worth it... Yes!"

"Right answer, dipshit! Right answer... Are you willing to lick black men's cum from the pussy and ass of your sister and mom--as well as any other woman--if we so order it?

"If I must... Yes!"

"Good, dipshit! Good... Are you willing to let your sister and mom blow you and fuck you should it so amuse us--including bareback?"

"Not my first choice... But if you so command!"

"Wow, you are a depraved loser, but good! Good... Are you willing to go without any mouth kissing from any woman ever again?"

"Not my first choice... But if I must!"

"Good, faggot! Good... Are you willing to have big black cock fuck you in your boi pussy--so long as there's no permanent damage to you--as frequently as we so choose, and for the rest of your days?"

"Gulp. If I must!"

"Oh, you must, faggot! You must! Good! Good... You understand that we will expect you to call us 'Sir' and 'Master' including in public. And we will call you 'faggot,' 'dipshit,' 'cocksucker,' and other insults as we see fit--even in public--and sometimes in very humiliating situations. Do you agree to submit to this?"

"I suppose. It sounds terrible, but I accept that it is required."

"Good, dipshit. Good... You understand that with how we will treat you in public and how busy we will keep you in serving us, that your economic attainment will be limited. You'll only be able to work part time. You will be forbidden from completing your doctoral studies. We will tax your income as we see fit for our cause, and require you to live meagerly in a BNWO dormitory for beta cucks. Meanwhile, your Emily will live separately in a slutwive's dormitory serving us, and you shall rarely see each other. Do you accept this as your fate? Your reward will be unlimited access to video feeds and recordings of Emily being blacked--as well as an endless, continuous supply of BBC to use and to sate you."

"Can I think it over? Wow... That's really a lot! I mean, I've been working so hard my whole life to become a success professionally!"

"Yeah, well... Thanks for the response, dipshit... Your reluctance is noted... That'll be all for now!

"What? What do you mean that's all?"

"That concludes this interview, Mr. Martinson."

"Uh... okay... but what's next?"

"The club will be in touch with you, Mr. Martinson. Good-bye."

And then Tiffany ended the video and the call.

I stewed and stewed over how that went. "Gosh, that ending did not feel very upbeat," I thought to myself. "I think I may have botched this... Fuck!!"

A day later, my fears were confirmed with a short email that I received from the BNWO Club: "Dear Douglas, thank you for your interest in the BNWO Club. You don't meet our requirements for membership. We wish you well. Peace to you."

Fuck!!! I was so upset. Why did I have to bridle at their requirement to live a more lowly existence?!?! I was furious with myself for resisting. With hindsight, OBVIOUSLY I should have just said *YES* to all of it!! Nothing was so important to me in life--NOTHING--as seeing my Emily go black--permanently and thoroughly black. The BNWO Club was by *FAR* the best way to do this--perhaps the only way--and now I had fucked it up!!

For days, I was down in the dumps. For days, I could scarcely enjoy beating off or fantasizing about Emily getting blacked. I was depressed!

This went on for weeks, and honestly I didn't expect I would ever get a second chance. Far from it.

Then, one day about three months later, I was at the local Starbucks, reading my stats textbook, when this hulking guy pulled out the other chair at my little table and sat down.

I glanced up to see this humongous black guy. I am pretty sure I've never met him before. "This guy must be on one of our sports teams," I said to myself. "From the size of him, I'm going to guess the offensive line on the football team. Shit, he's huge! And boy is he seriously dark black!"

"I'm Ian," he said, in a deep, baritone voice. "Yeah, Ian from the offensive line, if you weren't sure."

"Uh... Hi, Ian," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"You're Doug Martinson, aren't you?" he asked.

"Well, yes," I responded, wondering how he would have any idea who I am as an obscure PhD student.

"Yes, I thought so. I was in charge of your application," he said.

"Excuse me? What application?" I asked.

"Why don't you swallow your sip of tea and collect yourself," he said. "We don't need a scene."

"Uh... okay, I guess... Why are we worried about a scene?"

"I've done this lots of times, I promise, so you need to trust me. Do you think you can trust me, Douglas? Are you ready to trust a big black man who is twice your size?"

"Uh... If you put it that way... You do seem like a serious person... and pleasant... So I would say 'yes,' I think I can trust you."

"Good, Douglas. Good... You don't have any idea why I'm sitting here, do you?"

"Uh... no, I'm sorry. Is this some kind of weird joke?"

"Oh... Definitely no joke, Douglas. No joke at all."

"Okay, then what's up then?"

"Douglas, I'm a 'captain' within the BNWO Club that you contacted... One of its leaders. I'm here to loop you in on what's been going on. I need you to promise to keep your voice down even as what I tell you may shock you. Can you do that for me, Douglas?"

"Uh... Okay... Ian, you said your name is 'Ian,' right?"

"Yeah, but the next time you say it, it's going to be 'Master Ian,' faggot. Do you have me?"

"Oh, wow!! Uh... yes!! Yes!! Sure thing!! Yes, 'Master Ian'! Your faggot understands! Faggot understands very enthusiastically!!"

I was instantly excited!! I sensed opportunity!! Maybe something was going to happen for Emily and me with the BNWO Club after all!!

"Faggot, you are going to partly like and partly hate what I am about to tell you."

"Yes, Master Ian. Faggot understands."

"Faggot, we liked many aspects of your and your wife Emily's BNWO Club application... We found your wife especially attractive... Unfortunately for you, we found you wanting... You simply aren't subservient enough for us..."

"Sir! Faggot can be more subservient! I promise! I've been..."

Then Ian put his finger on my lips. "Be quiet, dipshit," he said sternly. "Never interrupt a black man... If I get you alone privately soon, I'll have to punch you in the face as a punishment. I would do it right now, but I don't want to cause a scene... And I suppose every faggot deserves a single warning... You got that? NEVER interrupt a black man. Not ever."

"Yes, sir. I'm so sorry sir!"

"Now where was I... Yes, I was explaining... Your wife is adorable... We all love to fuck and own the sexy little bookish types like your Emily... And we love to breed cute white girls with such high IQs to help make sure our light brown babies are as smart as possible... Yes we do! But you, dipshit, on the other hand... you're just not submissive enough... Especially your reluctance to live in a beta cucky dorm and have a lowly, unaccomplished life. That won't do at all. Nope, not at all."

"But sir! I've changed my mind! I want to be more submissive, really I do!! I've been moping these past weeks about how I answered the wrong way! Please--pretty please let me change my answers Sir Master Ian! Please!"

"There's no time for that now, faggot. No... But you did helpfully interest us in Emily... And you're going to find this next part bittersweet... We decided to black her anyway."

I paused. I wanted to be sure Master Ian was done speaking before I opened my mouth.

"Hey! That's fabulous!" I nearly squealed. "That's so exciting! So when's the big day? And am I going to be watching in person or only on video? Sir--I'm happy to watch on video, that's totally fine!!"

"I don't think you've added things up yet, faggot... Because you weren't submissive enough, you do *not* get to watch."

"What?!? Master Ian, you can't be serious?!"

"Oh... Totally serious."

"But you only even know about Emily because of me!"

"Yeah... And you had your chance, faggot."

"Is there nothing I can do to get to watch, Sir Ian Master? Nothing?"

"Well, faggot... There might be... but I hesitate to ask, because it's very steep."

"Anything, Sir! I so, so badly need to see my Emily blacked... I'll do anything! I'll even be a failure and live in the BNWO cuckold dorm!"

"Oh... You'll definitely do that, if you're serious, boi... That... and lots more."

"Anything! I'll do anything!"

"All right... I'll start naming things that I think will amuse me and my bruthas... Let's see... Here's a nice juicy one to start with... Will you agree to a jaw loosening operation so we can face fuck you more to our liking, with more room in your mouth for us?"

"Master?!" I queried.

"What, faggot?" he responded.

"That sounds very severe! Is it painful?"

"The surgery--no. The recovery--also no... But it's a bit like 'Russian roulette.' There's about a ten percent chance your jaw will be over-loosened and you won't be able to chew properly--and your face would become misshapen to boot... It's pretty nasty, and three out of the four times that's happened so far, the hapless cuckies have all felt too ashamed ever to step out in public ever again... They live in the dormitory basement, where they serve as our most treasured cock suckers... So that's what you'll be risking... Are you willing to chance it?"

I know I was crazy to handle this this way, but I was desperate not to fuck things up again--and I rationalized that ninety percent odds were pretty good.

"It's absolutely required, Sir?"

"Absolutely, dipshit! If you want to become a BNWO white cucky sub, it *is* fully mandatory to get your jaw loosened so you can give better head... absolutely... we'll even schedule the operation for tomorrow afternoon... just after your initial 'breaking in... which will be tonight, overnight!'"