Chapter 6 Piss Bitch

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.

After about 5 minutes, I heard a rustle at the door. An unsmiling Kamal entered carrying the paddle he used on me earlier.

"Your Daddy wanted me to be first to get you in the mood for the others. I'm gonna warm up your faggot ass before I fuck it. So, roll over and get your ass up in the air. Mr. Jones says you have a nice black rubber dildo to bite on while I spank you. Get it and put your mouth on it. I don't care if you make noise, but it might help you cope with the pain."

I reached for my bag at the bedside and found my dildo, wetting it with my tongue before placing it in my mouth. I was watching Kamal as I did this, and his eyes seemed only to burn with contempt. I buried my face in the bedclothes with my ass up and exposed and legs slightly spread. Kamal stepped close to the bed and reached for my ass. I expected him to strike, and I flinched at his touch.

"Shhh, faggot relax. You were spanked earlier; you know what to expect. It won't be any worse this time." He ran his fingers along my ass crack until he found my hole. He slowly played with my hole until my hips moved involuntarily and my anus twitched, leaking some lube onto his finger.

"Damn, you are hot for it aren't you faggot? Well, no more delays then," he pushed two fingers into my cavity, causing me to gasp and thrust backward. He removed his fingers wiped them on my ass cheek then began a vicious paddling of my ass. The force of his arching blows lifted my ass upward when they hit. It was much worse than the paddling earlier - I assumed because Daddy could not see and provide protection. I gasped slightly with each blow but did not cry out. He suddenly stopped, jerked his pants down, mounted the bed behind me and thrust his penis all the way into my ass, grabbing my tits for leverage and pulling himself until he was completely inside me. Then holding my tits and pulling and twisting them, he began a jack rabbit thrust fucking of my ass. He came after about a dozen thrusts, pulling out and then wiping his wet cock on my face and hair to clean it.

"Spit out your dildo and clean my cock!" I let the dildo drop to the floor then took him into my mouth and wetly slurped the length of his 6-inch cock. Sucking the lube and cum from his cock. His dick remained soft, and he watched me work with a look of contempt. When I could clean no more, I pulled away and looked at him pleadingly. He spit in my face and left the room without a word.

I wanted to be fresh for the two brothers, so I cleaned up with wet wipes, re-lubed, fixed my makeup and was back in a sexy repose on the bed when Malik entered the room. He was painfully shy and approached the bed with caution. I patted a spot on the bed and invited him to sit. He smiled, then sat, avoiding eye contact. I watched him closely while he sat, making no moves to initiate sex. He was very nervous, pulling his T-shirt down and looking around the room.

"Have you done this before, sweetie?" I asked in a soothing voice.

"Not really, I've never even been with a girl."

"Well relax, let me show you what to do. I am just like a girl, and I will make it nice for you, ok?"

He nodded in response, and I slid closer to him, taking his shoulders into my hands and caressing them.

"Just lay on your tummy and let me give you a massage, would that be OK"

"uuuhhh sure," he stammered. I placed him face down on the bed, working his t-shirt off as I did so. My hands worked downward to his buttocks, and I was soon tugging his shorts off and he lifted his hips in assistance. I now had him naked on the bed and I just continued with the massage. I could sense his arousal, and it was confirmed when I rolled him over and was surprised by and erect 8-inch penis, uncircumcised and thick. I smiled at him and worked my hands closer to his penis, watching his face for cues. He was shivering with nervousness, so I snuggled next to him and just held him for a while. Kissing his neck and softly caressing his body, staying away from his cock, but brushing his nipples and other touch sensitive areas. Eventually he relaxed and became a little more aggressive, rolling on top of me and kissing me on the lips. As we kissed, my hand grasped his cock, but I was unable to encircle it in my grip, as it was too thick. I slowly jacked him up and down as we kissed, and placed his hand on my tits, whispering "Pinch me!" in his ear. He squeezed my nipples hard, as I wrapped my legs around him and guided his cockhead to my lubed anus. I rubbed his cockhead on my wet hole as we kissed, and he continued to pinch my tits. He began an eager thrusting, and I could tell he wanted to penetrate. His eagerness was infectious, causing me to moan encouragement in his ear.

"Please fuck me now Malik, please - I want your big cock inside me, I need it". I opened myself to him and his large cockhead breached my sphincter, causing me to gasp and startling him.

"It's ok honey, it just feels so good, that I twitched a little, just keep fucking me." I pulled him to my lips and eagerly kissed him, while thrusting to get more of him inside me. Expanding and releasing my sphincter, I easily accommodated his girth. He was about halfway in, when he started to grunt, and I could feel his cock twitch inside me. He grabbed my buttocks and thrust powerfully, and I could tell he was cumming. I purred in his ear and rubbed him with my arms and legs as he emptied himself inside of me.

He instantly rolled off me, onto his side and I could tell he was flooded with post orgasmic feelings of guilt and shame. Sensitive to the fragility of the 18-year-old male ego, I told him what a good lover he was and how he pleased me too (I lied). I said that he was the best first timer I had ever fucked. He thanked me and sheepishly gathered his clothing, making his way to the door, where Marko could be heard loudly demanding entrance and his turn with "the faggot".

Marko entered with his shorts down to his knees and sporting a rather substantial hardon. Matching his brother's eight inches, he was not as thick. He was smiling and stroking his cock as he approached me on the bed. He grabbed a handful of my hair and guided me to his cock, aggressively shoving his cock deep, then he grabbed my head on both sides and fucked my face.

"Suck me faggot, choke it down. I wanna pump my load quick"

"mmggggg" I moaned trying to sound sensual, but his abruptness had caught me off guard. I expected rough treatment from Kamal, but I thought the brothers would be gentler. He callously fucked my face for another two minutes before gasping and ejaculating into my mouth. I sucked him and swallowed for a few seconds before he pulled his cock out, and milked it on my face, smearing the droplets around with his cockhead. Then he pushed me away and left the room.

I heard muffled subdued conversation in the other room, followed by the tell tales sounds of guests leaving. The door opened and closed accompanied by a few loud bursts of laughter. Daddy returned to the bedroom, and I recognized a look of concern on his face. I decided I should remain silent and listen. If I failed somehow, prattling on or asking questions would only annoy him further.

"I am very pleased with how you handled things this evening. You were much more adept with them than I could have imagined." He paused, sighed and spoke softly,

".... but you know this kind of life cannot last forever. You are very young now, but in a few years your looks will begin to fade, and then how will you take care of yourself? I cannot keep you forever. I am a bridge until you find your way. I have given a lot of thought to this so hear me out before you close your mind to what I am proposing. You need to develop your resume, get training and experience and job skills. You need your own income, your own skills and independence. I have an idea of how to help you in that regard."

I was concerned and replied, " I realize that I could not live like this forever, but are you kicking me out now?"

"Of course not, I am not forcing anything upon you. But I have a solution that you should consider, and if you accept my proposal, you will be on your way to a new life very soon"

I nodded and encouraged him to continue, "Please go on."

"I have an Army buddy who is a U.S. Air Force recruiter. He crossed over to the Air Force from the Army and made a career of it. I sent him a couple of boys like you, and he prepared them for enlistment. He got them into physical shape, taught them how to hide their sexuality, so that they could successfully complete recruit training. Once in, he has connections that will get you choice assignments with mentors to protect you and develop your career. The military is 'Don't Ask Don't Tell' concerning homosexuality. So, you cannot be open about who you are, but Master Sergeant Dave Sanders will get you in a training program that will transition to a well-paid job when you get out. He will also see you are placed with other Daddy's who are experienced at hiding their sexuality and will guide you through military service. Do you see the wisdom in what I am proposing?"

I nodded in the affirmative and asked, "When and for how long?"

"Dave is ready for you tomorrow morning. He will train you for 4-6 weeks and then you will go to boot camp, which is for 8 weeks. After boot camp, you will be given more training, but you will be under the watchful eye of Dave's network. You are required to serve four years in exchange for the training you receive. But it goes by fast, believe me. If you impress Dave, and he already has a good opinion of you based on my recommendation, he will see to it that you get a great assignment after training. Perhaps Europe or Asia. What do you say?"

"I see the wisdom, but it is all quite sudden. Must it happen so fast?"

"I'm afraid so, there are testing schedules and physical tests that make the timelines fixed. Dave needs you to get started tomorrow to get you into an open recruit slot."