WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this story is entirely fictional and should not be taken seriously by anyone.
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"I can't believe I fucking wrecked it." I muttered, slamming my hands down on my steering wheel. I continued cursing to myself as I drove into the local auto shop. I stepped out of my car and walked into the mechanic's shop.
"Excuse me, sir." The large black man in front of me spun around. "I recently got into a little fender bender, and I'm gonna need these dents pushed out." He eyed me up and then dismissed me with an ignorant tone.
"Yeah...whatever." He went to work on my car as I grabbed a seat against the wall. I couldn't help but be impressed by the man's giant muscles. Not only was he about a foot taller than me, but every time he lifted a heavy tool, his muscles flexed so hard that they nearly ripped at the seams of his shirt. Looking around, it was obvious that he wasn't the only man like this that worked here. I could see about a dozen muscular black males, all glistening with sweat.
It didn't take them long before every dent on my car was pushed back out. The same muscular man from before stomped his way over to me with a stern look on his face.
"Okay, boy, it's done. Here's your bill." When I finally took my eyes off his rippling muscles, I looked down at the paper he handed me. I couldn't believe the price that was listed on it!
"Are you serious?! There's no way I'm paying that much!" I tossed the bill back into his hand. He just stared at me. Suddenly, with a smirk on his face, he spoke up.
"Don't worry about paying this." He said, sounding suspiciously too nice. "Why don't you come by tonight, and me and the boys will help you work out some other form of payment?"
"Really?! That would be great. Thank you." Without giving it much thought, I made my way into my car and eagerly went home. Under the cover of night, I went back to the mechanic. Still unsure of what my payment would entail, I entered into their shop a little anxious. When I finally got into the garage, I noticed the same group of black men from before. Most were just standing around idly, though some of them seemed to be waiting for something.
"It's about damn time, white boy." Ignoring the racial comment, I walked over to the boss I met before.
"I'm here to pay up, sir. What did you have in mind?" I said, while being unable to take my eyes off his giant chest muscles.
"'Sir'? I like that tone, little boy. It's gonna serve you well tonight." With a slight motion of his hand, the rest of the men started to walk over to me. It wasn't long before I noticed that a circle of disgruntled black men was starting to form around me.
"W...What's going on here?" I could feel my heart racing as I saw the looks of hate and disgust on their faces.
"You said you wanted to pay us back, honky. Well here's your chance. I hope you're ready...because tonight's gonna be a night you'll never forget." The hatred in their eyes was quickly overcome with hunger and lust. With my heart now beating uncontrollably, I quickly bolted for the door. I didn't even make it two feet before one of those huge hulking men grabbed me by the throat. With one muscular hand, he lifted me up completely off the ground.
"Please! Please stop!" I could feel a couple tears drip from my eyes. I wasn't sure what these guys were going to do to me, but I knew it wasn't going to be good.
"Someone shut that faggot up!" One of the other shirtless guys yelled. The man who had his hand around my neck leaned over to the workbench and grabbed a leather strap. He shoved part of it into my mouth and tied it around the back of my head. He threw me down onto the cold concrete as I murmured inaudibly. He slid a couple chains through the chain loops that were built into the floor. He grabbed my arms and forced them against the ground. I squealed slightly as he tightened the chains around my arms and tied them into place.
I watched as the group of sweaty black hunks circled in closer to me. I squirmed and thrust my body back and forth, trying desperately to break free. The men just smiled with confidence when they heard my muffled screams.
"I'll go get some 'tools' to help open this fag up." One man said, in a suspicious manner. A couple minutes after he left the room, I finally started to settle down. It was clear that all my fighting and screaming wasn't doing anything useful. Finally able to think straight, I looked around the room. I could see about a dozen muscular black men all staring at me strangely. Each one of these alpha males seemed to be at least twice my size. As fearful as I was, I couldn't deny how incredibly masculine and powerful they looked. Suddenly, I heard thunderous footsteps from behind me.