Note to the reader: Although this a stand-alone story, it is the second part of a story depicting a formerly straight man's transformation into the world of Black cock submission. It depicts scenes of non-consent, reluctance and humiliation. If this offends you, please choose another story. If you choose to read on, please enjoy.
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I showered for the second time in less than an hour and still couldn't get clean. My mind raced with the insanity of the evening. Nerves about the business meeting the next day had twisted my judgement. The meeting that could launch the business Kyle Martin and I had risked so much to build, had me so wired, I had overdone it at the hotel's free happy hour, and decided to let off steam at the old porn theater across the street.
Horrible decision-number-one was quickly followed by horrible decision-number-two. When Malik and Markus sat next to me on either side, in the wide-open theater, I should have trusted my instincts and left immediately. Instead, I shared the joint they fired up, trying to act calm, cool, and collected.
It was the most potent weed I'd ever had and it may have been laced with something stronger. Then the manipulation, and there I was, trying to wash off the shame of sucking five Black cocks and being blackmailed with pictures of all of it.
Not only had the hotel manager, Calvin, made me vow to service him as 'his cocksucker' whenever I would come to town; he made me swear my allegiance to Black cock and my services to 'select friends'. The most humiliating part of that was Calvin had given me an out. If I could suck his cock and not get hard, he would free me from the blackmail. Despite having already come twice in the previous hour, I did not even get him in my mouth before I failed.
As I showered, just the thought of that first moment in the theater, when I took Markus into my mouth, my cock stirred uncontrollably. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Ken!" I growled. "There must have been something in that joint!"
When he came in my mouth, the taste was bittersweet and slightly metallic. It didn't taste particularly appealing, but I wanted it all. Then they ordered me to service Malik. I recalled telling myself, I'm bigger than both of them, trying to convince myself of my manhood. When I finished him, a random Black cock was presented. It was bigger than mine without doubt, and I took it, trying to take the entire length in my mouth, as some twisted challenge.
My cock was so hard after that, the young man who turned out to be Calvin's ex-roommate, made me jack-off and beg for his black dick, before he let me suck his. I made every one of them come and swallowed what they let me. Two of them shot their load onto my face and head, to humiliate me further.
When I finally got back to the hotel, Calvin greeted me with pictures, as his ex-roomie had taken ones of all of it. And with that, I swore my allegiance as 'his cocksucker', and to finalize the deal, he was the fifth blowjob of the night.
Did I mention, I'm engaged to beautiful Lexie Jones, and once the business takes off, we had planned to set the date? The meeting the next day would be the first major leap to profitability and the success we had dreamed about.
Unfortunately, that all took a back seat to the pending return of Markus and Malik. Markus had informed me he would be coming by for my cherry and Malik wanted 'more too'.
Calvin, the too-kind hotel manager, informed me that he promised them my services for one hour. And if I complied, he would make sure Lexie didn't stumble upon the photos of me sucking random dicks in an old porn theater.
With that in mind, I found myself taking Calvin's advice and prepping my asshole for its first visitor. The first soapy finger was surprisingly painful, but going from one to two was somehow easier. The third was bearable.
As the final exercise, I used half of the plastic tube my toothbrush travelled in. It was about a full inch in diameter with flat ends, each with a small drain hole in the center. I took some of the lube Calvin left me and slowly worked it in. As I knelt naked on my bed, slowly fucking my asshole with a plastic tube, the pain dissipated, and I began to feel my cock stir. And just as my mind began to think, I was going to get through this, the knock on the door shocked me back to reality.
I pulled the tube out of my ass, heart racing. I tossed the tube into the drawer, left the lube on the bed, in hopes he might use it, and headed for the door. The peephole revealed it was Malik and Markus, both smiling.
In a moment of panic, I froze there. I was naked and semi-hard. The thought of opening the door and letting two strangers back into my life seemed absurd to say the least. I stepped back from the peephole and stood with my back to the wall, as if they could somehow see inside.
A second knock, a bit harder, startled me, but I continued to ignore them. After a moment, a third knock came, even harder. The fourth knock was followed by a yell.
"Ken Prichard? You ordered two Black cocks. We're here."
My heart pounded in my chest, as I remained silent.
"Ken Prichard, your Black dicks are here, time to eat, White boy!" he yelled, even louder.
I couldn't let that continue and opened the door, half-hiding behind it as they entered.
"Kenny, I was startin' to think you might not let us in. Glad to see you're ready to serve," said Markus, looking me up and down.
They each had a can of beer and Malik handed me his as he pulled another off the six-pack plastic straps.
I took it and chugged the three-quarter-full beer. I welcomed the distraction and hoped to recharge my buzz.
"Are you gonna invite us in, bra?"
I stuttered, and looked toward the chair, "Come in..."
They sat on the end of the bed, side by side and smiled at me. Malik held out another beer and I popped it open, and took another big gulp.
Markus smiled and teased, "We heard how you helped out our friends at the theater. Did you really jack-off, begging for more dick, Kenny?"
They both sat legs spread sipping their beers, smiling smugly at me, as I stood naked and awkward, like a piece of meat in front of them.
"Turn and show me that ass, Kenny," commanded Markus.
Somehow, there was relief in not having to look at them, knowing I was powerless to stop what was coming. Lexie could never know what I did, or it would be over. I gulped more beer, as I heard Malik light a joint and take a toke.
"Wanna hit this before I hit that ass, Kenny?" asked Markus. "On your knees, bitch."
Apparently, the small talk was over. I turned around and Markus was leaning back on his elbows, legs spread. "These pants aren't gonna take themselves off White boy. Time to earn your keep, cocksucker."
That was the moment that name really seemed to hit home. I chugged the last of the beer for a bit of courage, as I obediently stepped forward and dropped to my knees between his spread legs. My own cock betrayed me again, and I could feel its weight growing as it filled with blood, pumping from my racing heart, at the thought of taking their black poles into my mouth again.
I knee-stepped closer and reached for the button on his jeans. As I gripped the button, I tried to remember if he was wearing a belt earlier, but neither one was then. My eyes were locked on the bulge in his pants, not wanting to look him in the face.
It was all so surreal, I undid the button with my right hand as my left pressed up the length of his boner through the jeans. Malik held the joint to my mouth as my lips touched his fingers and I inhaled the joint, thankful for the coming numbness it would provide. I wanted them in my mouth again, there was no denying it. My cock was stiff at the thought.
Markus hummed and let his head roll back, before Malik handed him the joint. He hit it and smiled at me arrogantly as he exhaled.
"Stand up and show us your boner, cocksucker," ordered Markus.
I could feel my face flush as he handed the joint to Malik. I did as commanded, and my cock hung forward pointing to the ceiling at about a forty-five-degree angle. I tried to remind myself; I was bigger than both of them, but it could not overshadow the humiliation of knowing that I was the one naked. I was the one with the uncontrollable hard-on and would be back on my knees in a moment, sucking their cocks on command, while my bigger dick throbbed for relief. I was the one, who would soon give him my virginity as he fucked me in the ass, like a movie-theater cockwhore.
"Shit, Kenny, you really want it in that ass, don't you boy?"
Not sure why I felt compelled to answer, but I did. "Yes, sir," I said, meekly.
"Knees, Kenny, time for round two. You really expect us to believe you've never sucked a dick before today?"
"It's true," I said, as if that would give me some sense of dignity.
I unzipped his pants and began to wiggle them as he raised his ass so I could pull them down.
"But you're gonna beg to suck my cock, like you did Denzel at the theater?"
Every taunt had my mind wanting to push back and walk away, but my cock throbbed in anticipation of tasting him again, feeling his stiffness inside me, hearing him groan as I would make him come in my mouth.
And then the latest obsessive thought, I was imagining the feeling of his hot hardness in my ass, while I sucked Malik's cock.
"You've never taken it in the ass?"
"No, sir," I replied, truthfully.
I thought to myself, except for the toothbrush tube I shoved in my ass earlier.
"I was your first dick?"
"Yes, sir."
"And after one taste, you're a sissy-faggot cocksucker, who wants it in the ass?" he snickered.
"No, I mean, I'm not gay. I'm engaged..." I said, in a pathetic defense, that I immediately regretted.
"Wonder what White boys think is gay?" laughed Malik, as the joint hit my lips again. I hit it and felt the intense high take me again.
With that, I could justify, it wasn't really me that was kneeling before a stranger, hard as a rock at the sight of his black cock. It wasn't really me needing to taste him as my tongue made him bigger and harder. Whatever they put in that joint had done something to me and when I sobered up, I would be back to normal.
Since I wasn't really myself, I let myself surrender to the high. His pants reached his ankles, but his shoes were still on. My altered brain needed the pants off so I could kneel between his spread legs and service his dick completely. I quickly bowed down and untied his shoes and yanked them off.
The pungent scent of his feet reminded me of the man scent of the cocks I had serviced in the theater, and another wave of lust tingled through my body. I yanked the pants off and tossed them aside before raising back up to hands and knees to move in and taste his cock again.
Markus smiled down at me as Malik watched patiently, waiting his turn. I wondered how many times they had done this before, but felt powerless to resist them. My cock ached as I looked at his semi-flaccid dick hanging down over his balls, tilting left as it hung.
It was my first real look at his cock, as the theater had been dark, and he had shoved it in my mouth so quickly. His pubes looked like they had been trimmed, as his bush was short with tight curls, in a well-groomed triangle.
His balls were speckled with kinky black hairs and his skin looked golden brown. I watched his shaft slowly raise up as he stiffened before my eyes. The fog of the pot seemed to make time stand still as I crawled slowly closer.
