Note to readers: This story is the beginning chapter of a journey for a naive young white man, David, who is gently coerced into sucking his first black cock as he finds he is out of options when he cannot pay the rent for his apartment. This first encounter will eventually lead down a dark path of submission to other men and new levels of debauchery for the young lad. If this is your cup of tea, read on to follow his descent into becoming a full-fledged black cock whore as he finds himself helpless to submit to the sexual demands of a black man, Mr. Carver, the Superintendent of the apartment complex David lives in.
This story contains scenes with Gay Male Dominance & Submission, Interracial sex, cocksucking, throat fucking, and some gagging.
Mr. Carver and I Find a Solution to my Rent Problem
"Please Mr. Carver, I'll do anything! I'll suck your cock!"
The words of desperation came out of my mouth before I even had time to process them.
Oh my god! What did I just say?
Mr. Carver didn't move a muscle. He stared at me for a moment thoughtfully but there was an almost imperceptible rise at the corners of his mouth—you could almost call it the beginnings of a grin. He knew he had me and his piercing stare sent an electric signal to my brain that I had just crossed a Rubicon. I didn't know it at the time, but I was about to enter a phase in my life where I wouldn't be entirely in control of my own destiny and had no idea when I would be able to get back to my 'normal' life.
Mr. Carver said softly, but with authority, "Follow me." It wasn't a request. It was an order. I had been standing in the front doorway of my ground floor apartment when Mr. Carver stopped by as he always did at the end of the month to collect the rent. I had told him I didn't have the money, but would be able to get it in a few days. Not surprisingly, that strategy didn't work as I'm sure he had heard every excuse in the book why people couldn't pay their rent. My reassurances to him that I would have the money soon fell on deaf ears. I had known a few other tenants in our complex who had been unable to pay their rent and had been evicted by the landlord.
I closed my front door and followed Mr. Carver across the small plaza in the middle of the apartment complex. The complex is laid out with four 'L' shaped apartment buildings surrounding a large green common area. We walked under the swaying palm trees and past the scattered rhododendron bushes, grassy areas and patio furniture as well as a small Jacuzzi in the middle of the quad used by the tenants.
Mr. Carver crossed the quad and headed between C and D buildings on the east side of the complex while I tagged along behind him. After we walked between the two buildings he turned left down a long corridor at the back of the complex. I knew we were heading to the 'Super's' office, a dark, dank, crowded little room piled high with boxes of replacement parts, lightbulbs, tools, paperwork, and assorted fast food bags, boxes, and empty soda cans. I had been there a few times before to request help on a plumbing or electrical issue in my apartment. I didn't give much thought to the office outside of that. Now I was about to find out a new use for it by Mr. Carver.
Mr. Carver flipped on the light switch as we entered the office, letting me pass him, then he carefully shut the door and locked it behind me. The buzz of the fluorescent lights startled me for a second.
Mr. Carver crossed the office and stopped in front of his work desk. He turned to face me and sat down on top of the gray metal industrial desk, which was cluttered with papers, pens, a stapler, and other junk. He gave me a hard look. "Did you really mean that, David? About sucking my cock?"
"Um...I just thought I could maybe do something for you if you could give me a little more time on the rent. I don't know what else I can do and I can't afford to be evicted. I have nowhere else to go. Please, I really need your help."
"So just to be clear, I give you a little more time to pay up, and in the meantime I can use your mouth for my pleasure, is that it?" Mr. Carver was smiling.
"Uh, I guess if you put it that way. I've never done anything with another guy before but I've watched a lot of porn and I've seen how the best whores do it."
"I'm glad to hear you say that David. Because if we do this, I will make you my little white whore, until your debt is paid, is that clear?" Mr. Carver knew he had all the cards.
I hesitated. "Um, okay Mr. Carver. But I promise I'll pay the rent any day now." I did some quick calculations in my head and I realized I was lying to myself. I'd have to find some kind of job fast before I used up my savings. I think Mr. Carver knew I couldn't come up with the money any time soon either.
Mr. Carver gave me a patronizing nod as I was offering my excuses. He said, "And I expect you to do exactly what I say, when I say it. No limits or no deal." His voice was stern and unforgiving and he emphasized what he said with a wave of his huge hand.
He crossed his arms and stared at me with a gleam in his eye. He knew he was in the catbird's seat and I would have to bend to his will until I could figure out a plan.
I thought to myself:
shit, this is really going to happen.
How Did I Get Here?
Let's go back to the beginning so you can see how I got to where I am now, unable to pay my rent and about to suck another man's cock for the first time so I can stay in my apartment.
My name is David and I live in a small apartment complex in the San Fernando Valley north of Los Angeles. I'm 24 years old, 5 Foot 10 inches tall and weigh in at around 170 pounds. I have wavy blonde hair and blue eyes and look like a typical Southern California boy, although I moved here from Arizona to go to school. I played soccer and baseball in High School and still run and do push-ups and sit-ups so I'm in pretty good shape. I graduated a couple of years ago from a local community college where I studied communications, hoping one day to start a career as a public relations specialist. Although I've been submitting applications every week and trying to establish a network of contacts, I haven't had any luck yet. So for the last year and a half I've been working at a local Pizza restaurant—both serving and delivering pizzas-taking any shifts I can get. It's not much, but it pays the rent.
I don't currently have a girlfriend so I'm constantly horny, and I watch a lot of porn on the days when I'm off work. I particularly love to watch cock sucking videos. The nastier the better. As much as I like having my cock sucked (and I've only enjoyed that a few times from girlfriends), I also imagine being on the receiving end. In my mind I can feel the velvety soft cockhead as it enters my mouth and the guy I'm sucking puts his hands on the back of my head to take control. I guess you could say I'm Bi as I also fantasize a lot about eating pussy and having women suck my cock.
If you lived here in Southern California you'd know what I mean when I say we are surrounded by sexuality. There are beautiful women everywhere you look and I can see why so many porn movies are made here. Hell, the San Fernando Valley was at one time the porn capital of the world. Like I said, I watch a lot of that porn. You can see girls, boys, older women, married women, you name it in these films. If there is a kink, they've got it on film or even made a series out of it. It gets me off and I love to watch the porn stars—girls or boys, do their thing to please any number of hard cocks. So the thought of sucking cock definitely turned me on. I just didn't imagine myself doing it under duress.
I never thought I'd be the star of my own personal porn story, though, about a rookie cocksucker who finds himself over his head financially and succumbs to the baser instincts of his fellow man.
Anyway, a few weeks ago I lost my job at the Pizza place a few blocks from where I live as the owner had to close the restaurant temporarily during the Covid pandemic. I figured I could easily find another job to tide me over financially until they reopened the restaurant, but so far nothing had panned out and I was on the hook to pay my monthly rent. The bottom line is, I didn't have enough savings to cover the rent this month.
Mr. Ray Carver, our building's Superintendent, made his usual rounds at the end of the month to collect everyone's rent. Everybody in the apartment complex knows and likes Mr. Carver. He is a big Black guy in his mid-50s, built like a football player with a slight paunch in his gut but you can tell back in the day he was built like a Mack truck. He has an easy way about him and is always friendly and helpful to the residents in our complex. On this occasion--for the first time since I had moved out on my own--I wasn't able to hand over my rent check. The landlord who owned the building had a reputation for evicting people fairly quickly if they didn't pay their rent, and I had nowhere else to go so I had to find a way to keep my apartment until I had better luck on the job front.
So here we are. Unable to pay the rent. Desperate to keep my place. I said the only thing I could think of.
