I can't even begin to guess how long its been, since Master David and Master Jim first made me their white slave. I just know its been too long. My dreams of building a new life for myself have been nearly crushed by the reality of what has happened to me. Most nights, I cry myself to sleep with cum running out of my ass and the salty taste of piss in my mouth, wishing I could escape and find one good woman to love me. Even if I could somehow break free, it seems like a normal relationship would be nearly impossible to maintain. My Masters force me to keep all of my body hair completely shaved, which would be hard enough to explain to any potential lover. I've taken so much black cock in my ass that it now gapes wider than most women's cunts and I can think of no way to explain that away. Worse than any of this, one of Master Jim's friends took it upon Himself to tattoo the words "black-owned" and "sissy-pig" on my ass, while He fucked me a few months ago. Of course, this was all assuming there was a way for me to escape my servitude, which there was not, unless I wanted to leave all of my belongings, not return to my job, and somehow get out of town with only what I could carry.
I was so deep in thought, growing more determined to have a woman in my life, that I never heard Master David's key in the front door. It wasn't long after my enslavement, before my Masters decided They should both have keys to my home; it wasn't uncommon for Them to let Themselves in whenever it suited Them. In fact, I didn't hear Master David's arrival, until He stood in the kitchen doorway, staring at me, as I drank my morning coffee. Master David's forehead was soaked with sweat. His sweats clung to his dark brown flesh, telling me He was wet with perspiration from head to toe. He'd just finished his morning run and had come to relax and cool off. He pulled me out of my chair and onto the floor, taking my seat in the process.
"Get me something cold, faggot."
"Yes, Master David." I really hated the way my eyes always focused on my Masters' bulges whenever They entered the room. I had to find a way to bury my desire to serve black men, if I ever planned to break free. I opened a bottle of beer and emptied the contents into a glass, which I set in front of Master David.
"Get over here, faggot!" I approached Master David and knelt before Him. "Look at this! How the fuck am I supposed to drink this? Half the glass is fucking foam!"
"I..." The beer soaked my face and chest, drizzling onto the floor, before I had time to answer.
"Now, get me another one and fucking get it right this time."
"Yes, Master David. I'm sorry." I went back to the refrigerator, knowing better than to take the time to dry off. It didn't really bother me. I was used to having cum and piss all over my face, so beer wasn't that big of a deal. I carefully poured a second beer and handed it to Master David, as I knelt in front of him. My apartment was always the first place my masters came, following a workout, so I knew exactly what was expected of me. I untied and pulled off Master David's shoes, followed by His socks, before I made myself as comfortable as possible on the floor. I'd learned awhile ago that the best way to perform my duty was to lay on my stomach. The beer-soaked floor was cold against my belly, as I went to work, licking and sucking the sweat from my Master's feet. I'd learned to love the taste of His sweaty feet and, as always, took my time cleaning His feet. I sucked each toe, licking between them to get whatever grime had accumulated there during His run. I then licked the tops of his feet, before sucking the sweat from the bottoms of His feet. When He decided I'd done a good job, He dried His feet off in my hair.
Master David then turned around in the chair and removed His sweat pants, so I could perform my second duty, while He read the newspaper. I started at the very top of His sweaty ass crack, running my tongue all of the way down, until it touched His heavy balls. Master David really enjoyed having His ass cleaned, so it wasn't rare for me to spend an hour or more servicing him. Today was no different. In fact, He was so relaxed by my soft tongue that He fed me his hot gas more than a few times. Each time He farted, I pushed my tongue deep into his asshole, swirling it around to get it clean. Again, when I was finished, He used my face to dry His ass. Or, more precisely, I rubbed my face along the entire crack of His ass, until He told me it felt dry enough. Master David loved doing this to me for one reason in particular; I would smell His ass for the rest of the day.
I remained on my knees, knowing it was time for my reward, as He turned back around in His seat. His heavy balls were nearly as big as my fist, but that didn't keep me from stuffing the entire sac into my mouth. I slowly let them slide out, strings of my saliva connecting them to my lips like a perverse umbilical cord. As I lovingly licked and sucked His balls, I looked up to see that He was in a much better mood. I'd been thinking about my problem the entire time I'd been servicing Master David and I'd decided the only way I could date any woman would be with my Masters' permission. It seemed like the perfect time to ask. "Master, may I ask You for a favor?"
"What is it, faggot?"
"It is truly an honor to serve superior black men, but I really want a woman in my life..."
"You're a faggot now." He laughed. "You wouldn't know what to do with a pussy!"
I could feel tears stinging my eyes, upon hearing the insult and His amusement. Still, I tried to convince Him. "Please, Master David. I just want to be able to date, to meet someone special. I know what a great gift this would be from You and Master Jim and I'll do anything to earn it."
"That's some promise, since you'll do anything we say, anyway." He stood up and rammed His cock down my throat. I could feel the skin around my mouth stretching, almost threatening to tear, at this intrusion. He held onto my ears like handles, as His cock rammed in and out of my mouth. As usual, the sound of me gagging and choking only made him pump my face that much harder. Finally, the sweet taste of his thick cum filled my mouth to overflowing. I tried to lean forward to catch it all, but that only caused half of it to dribble onto the floor. He wiped his cock off in my hair, as He told me He expected me to lick up what I'd spilled. I greedily licked his cum from the floor, as He dressed and gathered his things. I was still licking His cum off the floor, when He left without another word.
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They didn't tell me Their reasoning or what I would have to do in return, but my Masters did finally grant me permission to start dating. I jumped on it, before They could change Their minds, and went for the sexy bartender at my favorite haunt. She'd been flirting with me for months, but she'd almost given up on me. My timing couldn't have been more perfect; she'd just separated from her boyfriend. We went out for dinner that Friday night ~only six days after I'd been stuffing Master David's balls into my mouth and begging Him for permission to fuck women~ followed by a few drinks. As we walked to the car in the brisk midnight air, she clung to me, unable to walk on her own, and insisted I take her back to my place. I tried to protest, asking why we couldn't go to her place instead, but she was persistent. How could I resist? Fiery red hair, green eyes, 36C breasts, a washboard tummy, and the cutest heart-shaped ass I had ever seen. She spoke so sweetly and lovingly to me in a voice that was the very definition of sultry that I had no will-power to resist.
