AUTHOR'S NOTE: The series, "A Boi's awakening" is the experience of Boi, who at 18, leaves the white evangelical Christian community that traumatized him because of his peculiar nature. While traveling across the country, He meets other queer people that seduce, exploit, help, or abuse him but he manages to endure.
Content warning
: This story contains graphic sexual scenes between adults. Non-consensual/forced rough sex, public exposure and humiliation, race-play and racism/white guilt. It is not for readers under 18 or those who are easily offended by pornography. If you are under 18, or if you are offended by pornography, please do not continue to read. if material of this nature is illegal in your area and you continue to read it, it is your responsibility. All characters are over the age of 18.
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Chapter 6 - Piss Bitch
I soaked in the piss for about twenty minutes then exited the tub drying myself with a towel. My hair was damp from Daddy pissing in it so, I rubbed it with a towel and fluffed it as best I could to dry it. I noticed the smell. I stank of piss, not the stench of stale back-alley piss, but more like an earthy smell. It was an unmistakable odor and I thought that Daddy would be pleased. Moving into the guest room, I opened the wardrobe and started to lay out some clothes. There was a pair of thick soled "whore shoes" trimmed with pink ribbon. There were several pairs of booty shorts. I selected some cutoff jeans that hung very low on my waist and were so short the flesh of my ass was exposed. I found a pink half-t-shirt with "cocksucker" printed on the front. I also put on a lace bra and stuffed the cups with padding. Standing before the mirror I looked quite the faggot tart. The addition of large hoop earrings and red lipstick completed the picture. I knew Daddy would be pleased. I sat on the bed awaiting further instructions.
Several minutes later Daddy cracked the door and told me, "The boys will be arriving soon. You stay here until I call you. When I call, make an entrance that will make me proud. Swing your ass and act as queer as possible - you look perfect for the part. Nice Job!"
I blushed at his compliment, "Yes, Daddy - I will make an entrance and impression that will please you." Daddy closed the door, and I heard him in the living room flipping channels on the TV.
I sat on the bed trying to follow the activity outside the room. There were a few knocks at the door, followed by muffled talking and the clinking of glasses, punctuated by an occasional shout or other raucous behavior. Judging by the voices, I estimated that Daddy had at least three visitors, all young black men. I was worried that I would miss my que to make my entrance, so I cracked the door a bit and listened in on their conversation. It was apparent from the tone of their voices and the discussion, that Daddy was the alpha male of the group, and the young men held him in a great deal of esteem. Daddy appeared to be lecturing them on their appearance and behavior.
"You must always be dressed in dignity and demand the respect you deserve." Daddy was speaking, "Always wear clean, pressed and well-fitting clothes with polished shoes. The weak white man will yearn to yield to your power when he observes how you carry yourself, they crave a strong black man to dominate them. I brought you over to introduce the white bitch I am training now. I am going to demonstrate these concepts for you today, and hopefully you will use them in the future as you come to dominate the white submissives you will inevitably encounter."
"Bitch! get in here say hello to my friends," Daddy barked. I quickly skipped into the room, swaying my hips and moving my arms with feminine grace. "Yes Daddy," I answered in a sing song sissy voice, "I am so eager to meet your friends."
"This is my white faggot slave. You may call him cocksucker or slut. He is such a degenerate faggot I don't bother with the dignity of names. Tell my friends your purpose in life, Slut!"
"I am here to suck your cock and please you sexually, Daddy. To serve your needs, clean your house and follow your orders with my only reward being the hope of receiving more black cock."
The three young men giggled at my response, but otherwise they stood silently with looks of eager anticipation. Marko, the oldest, looked about 25, six feet tall, fit, muscular, clean shaven with close cropped hair. Malik, Marko's younger brother, was 18, pudgy, had an unruly afro and stubble on his face. Kamal, had a gangster look, van dyke stubble, slightly shorter and younger than Marko, but with an athletic, muscular build. His face was not friendly. His stern appearance was reinforced by the prison style tattoos on his neck and arms.
Malik stared at me, wrinkled his nose and spoke,
"Damn, that bitch smells ripe, Mr. Jones, Don't you let her wash?"
"She smells like a piss bitch, Malik, because all my white bitches are piss bitches. Describe for Malik what a piss bitch is, Slut!"
"A piss bitch is a weak, submissive white faggot or cunt that so craves the strength of black men that she will try and absorb it through the piss, cum, sweat or spit of her black superiors. We need black bodily fluids because our own white juices are weak and insubstantial."
"So, you like it when a nigger pisses on you?" Malik asked.
"It's more than a like, I need it. I want my face painted with cum, my hair stinking of piss, my open mouth full of spit. My purpose is to serve as a receptacle for black men." I bowed my head as I blushed deeply.
"You boys drink up. I want you full of urine, and then we will take piss bitch into the bathroom for a demonstration. She has been playing with her hard little clitty-cock all week dreaming about you boys pissing on her face. Now you can see first-hand how depraved whites are and how inferior. After that I will have her clean up and put on some sexy lingerie and we can take turns pumping her ass and mouth full of black seed." Daddy smiled at me lustfully.
They continued to drink beer and I brought them snacks, emptied ashtrays, poured beers and in general fawned over them. Daddy had me call them Master or Sir, which I think really inflated their ego's. I think my smell was a real turn off for them though because no one attempted to fondle me or force me into a sexual situation. When I was not serving the men, Daddy had me kneel at his feet and kiss and lick his shoes clean. Kamal commented that I did not demonstrate enough enthusiasm while licking Daddy's shoes, so Daddy suggested that Kamal paddle my ass whenever he thought it was appropriate. Kamal picked up a ping pong paddle from the patio and with great gusto paddled my ass while I was on my knees. He beat me so hard that it made me cry. Then Daddy told me to kiss Kamal's feet in gratitude, warning me not to displease Kamal or I would be paddled again. Kamal was not nearly as neat and clean as Daddy and I did not like the smell of his feet, but I lavished praise on them and licked and kissed them heartily in hopes of dodging more abuse.
"Bitch, go hop in the tub and get ready to receive your piss reward. I think the boys and I have built up a good load by now. I know I can't wait another 5 minutes." The others nodded their heads eagerly and Kamal squeezed his bulge commenting he had a gallon of piss for me.
I hurried ahead of the men, jumped in the tub and got on my knees facing their approach. Daddy entered first, followed by Kamal, Malik and Marko.
"Strip and assume the position!" commanded Daddy. I quickly shed my clothes and kneeled puppy-like with my hands up, wrists bent. My mouth hung open with my tongue extended, giving me the appearance of an obedient dog.
"This is the white man you should know and be familiar with. He is eager to accept your dominance. He clearly wants your piss, your discipline, and your cocks. Let's make him happy," with that Daddy extracted his cock and aimed a powerful stream of hot piss at my tits. Kamal stepped forward and pulled out his average sized cock and pissed directly on my face. Marko and Malik quickly followed and soon I was engulfed in 4 streams of hot piss, much of it going directly into my mouth. I closed my eyes, gargled, then swallowed, much to the delight of Daddy and his friends. My little pecker had been slightly turgid when the pissing started but now it was a fully erect 4 inches with a slight backward curve.
Daddy laughed and pointed this out, "See how his little pecker is rock hard. Black men do this to him. Remember that when dealing with whites, their little peckers get hard and all they want is to kneel and take your piss or cum, right faggot?"
I shook my head enthusiastically in reply. "Strong, dominant black men always make my clitty hard Daddy," I blushingly replied. "I want them inside of me, I want their jizz inside of me. Please let them fuck the weak faggot jizz out of me and fill me with powerful Black seed," I begged.
"Shower up and clean the tub, then go to the guest room and get in bed. You are gonna get your wish as I think they all want to fuck you. I will send them in one at time, you get your pussy ready," Daddy and the others zipped up and left the room, leaving me naked, horny and drenched in piss. I drained the tub and turned on the hot shower, reluctantly showering away the piss. Patting myself dry, I applied scented lotion and pumped my rectal cavity full of cherry flavored lube. Clenching my rectum tight so the lube would not leak, I scurred across the hall to the guest room. I put on a black lace bra with foam breast inserts, and black thong lace panties, designed to hide my cocklet. I knew that inexperienced lovers preferred not to see any male features and preferred to play "girlfriend" with me. I quicky reapplied some make up and scented water and reclined on the bed awaiting my first visitor.
