'Your wallet told me where you live. Porn store, tomorrow. 2.'
I looked out the window of my office as I turned the message over in my hands, staring at the warning. The threat. This was a problem. Victoria was watching me like a hawk. But on the other hand, I knew damn well that not showing up as ordered was going to cause even more problems. I needed to get out of here. Worse, my dick wanted this, even as my brain told me that I needed to bail. Fabricating an issue with one of our clients that had a known affinity for still doing some things with paper records, I filed a note in the company workflow manager that I was doing a site visit and stepped out of the office at 1:30 sharp, already feeling my dick straining in my pants, knowing that I was probably going to be on my knees for black cock in a matter of minutes.
The drive to the porn store was easy and I pulled into the parking lot in plenty of time, mentally cursing myself, trying to tell myself to find a backbone. I was just going to tell him this was over and done with and he'd have to find some other guy. My dick was telling me that all that was a fucking lie, and to hurry up and get your hands around his cock again.
The store was pretty much deserted when I entered. It was only the hardcore addicts who would be here at 2 on a Tuesday. Not my kind of hours. I slowly circled the place, trying to quell my nerves and failing, checking my watch obsessively, wondering if he was actually going to show up, wondering what was going to happen, wondering where this out-of-control roller coaster was going.
I felt my heart skip a beat as he stepped into the store. Spotting me immediately he grinned, the perfect white of his teeth contrasting against his dark skin. A flick of his head guided me back towards the stalls and I obediently followed, drawing a look from the cashier as the two of us made our way back into the viewing booths. Wordlessly, he settled into one of the chairs and waved me around, letting me kneel in front of him as he pulled his dick out and brought up some porn on the screen above my head.
"Eager, whiteboi?"
There was no way I could answer that, of course. But the fact that I was here on my knees ready to worship black cock when I should have been working probably told him everything he needed to know. Teasingly, he let the tip of his shaft brush across my face, letting me feel the potency of it. The undeniable attraction of it. My mouth was almost watering. Why did this turn me on so fucking much?
"You want?"
"I...I, yes. Please. Sir."
"Go on then."
He grunted in satisfaction, reclining a little as I got to work, wrapping my lips around that shaft and starting to slowly bob my head. I wouldn't say I was an expert, but already I could feel that cocksucking was starting to become a more natural motion for me, and it didn't take me very long to work up a rhythm. There was no way I was going to manage to take the whole length of this massive dick down my throat - at least not yet - but I could definitely give him a good working over, my lips and tongue and head moving together, trying to stimulate, trying to please, trying to get him to acknowledge me. I don't know why I wanted him to...like me, almost, but there was no denying the deep need welling inside me to please him as I slobbered messily over his dick, drool starting to run down my chin as I kept sucking.
"Say thanks."
"T-thank you."
"Try again, nerd."
I pulled my lips off the cock and unconsciously licked them, entranced by the thick black python that was staring me in the face. I wanted to memorize every vein of this shaft, wanted it back in my mouth already, wanted his cum on my tongue. My voice stuttered, again. Would I ever get used to this? Was this who I really was? Had I been hiding my real self all these years?
"T-thank you for letting me service and worship your cock, Sir. Thank you for teaching me how much I enjoy being a cocksucker. Thank you for showing me how s-superior black cocks are. Please let me keep sucking you off, Sir."
"Mmm, good boy."
I could hear the satisfied amusement in his voice. I felt my dick twitch at the word 'boy' and his strong hand guided me back to his cock, pushing it back into my mouth, not facefucking me but just casually asserting his control, refusing to let me off, and already I could feel my unpracticed jaw starting to ache as I kept bobbing on his shaft, mouth stuffed, increasingly trying to snort air to keep myself going. I kept my tongue active, teasing the tip of his cock, trying to draw a grunt of satisfaction, eyes narrowing just a little in concentration as I suckslaved over the fat black dick impaling my face.
"Now, whiteboi. Now that you're a fucking addict, there's gonna be some rule changes. Gimme yer phone."
Without hesitation, I pulled my Pixel out of my pocket and handed it over, my other hand continuing to stroke and caress the base of his shaft as my mouth pumped over the top half of his dick. I could taste his precum now, starting to drip down my throat, and I didn't even find it weird now that I was almost comfortable with the taste of it. I probably would have done anything in this frame of mind and I knew it, the arousal raging through me swamping any logical complaints as I worked my tongue around the fat head of his dick again, desperate to please, desperate to earn his approval.
"Code?"
"0532."
I just managed to squeeze the numbers out of the corner of my mouth as I kept sucking, the lewd sounds of me blowing him off filling the booth, my knees starting to hurt just a little as I kept bobbing my head up and down the fat, throbbing cock stuffing my face. What was he going to do?? I could feel the nervous adrenaline running through me, but I was so fucking horny that it didn't matter at all. In my pants my own cock was ready to burst again and I'm sure with just a couple of strokes I could have been pumping my own load out but of course that was the last thing on his mind.
"Okay, faggot. Listen up." He punctuated his words with his hand, holding my head in place, impaled on his cock, my eyes wide and almost watering as I struggled not to puke, my gag reflex protesting at the thick black length shoved between my lips. God, why did his cock taste so good? There was no denying just how much I was enjoying worshipping this shaft stretching my jaw, and I moaned in satisfaction as I felt him twitch inside my throat.
"Here's the deal. I text you, you've got half an hour to get this dick inside your mouth. Otherwise, we're gonna have real problems. Understand?"
I snorted, gagging on his dick, another rivulet of throatslime and precum and drool spilling out of the corner of my mouth and down my chin, dripping onto my legs as he held me in place, his cock throbbing against my tongue. I couldn't think and I knew it. The sheer horniness clouded everything in a way that had never, ever happened with Megan. I was totally overwhelmed by the black dick stretching my lips wide. I would have agreed to anything. I wanted him and nothing else mattered, moaning again in agreement as he easily held me in place on his dick.
"Guess we got a deal, whiteboi." Letting go of the back of my head, he smiled broadly as I immediately went back to working, bobbing and sucking and worshipping, the wet, lewd sounds of flesh against flesh filling the stall and no doubt easily audible outside as I desperately tried to milk out that load of cum I so, so craved. I didn't have long to wait, thankfully. It was only a matter of seconds of me getting back to work before I felt that increasingly familiar twitch of the dick prodding against my throat and then the first potent rope of spunk was filling my mouth with the humiliating taste of spunk.
"Mnfgggg!" I couldn't help but moan as he started to pump more and more cum down my throat, the load overflowing my mouth and adding to the off-white slurry that was crusting my chin and making an increasing mess of my work clothes. Still, I couldn't help but be rather proud that I managed to swallow almost all of the thick load down, holding his cock in my mouth as his orgasm ran down, gratefully sucking out the last few drops before letting him slowly pull the shaft out from between my lips, feeling my stomach protest just a little at the unfamiliar taste and texture of the dollop of ballcream swirling around inside me. Already, I could feel myself getting acclimated to the taste of black spunk. The first time, it'd been awful, but now I was starting to enjoy the salty taste in my mouth as I smacked my lips and swallowed the dregs in my mouth.
"Not bad, cocksucker. Not bad at all." His wet, lubricated, semi-erect cock hanging free in front of me like a mesmerizing hypnotist's pocket watch, he ran a hand through my hair and my face blushed even redder at the gesture. "And part of the deal is a lot less cumming for you. Go buy yourself a nice cage. Now."
I opened my mouth to protest and my dick throbbed. God, I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum so fucking bad to my new reality of being an enslaved whiteboi cumdumpster for this black stud. But I couldn't say no. I just couldn't say no to this fat, potent cock in front of me.
I reached for a roll of paper towels to clean myself up a little and he smacked my hand, shaking his head. "I didn't say you got to clean up." Unable to meet his eyes, my cheeks burning and my dick throbbing, I pushed myself back up to my feet, edged out of the stall, and tentatively made my way back into the core of the porn store, completely aware of just how obvious it was that I'd just been slobbering on dick. His cum was still hanging off my chin, and there was no way I could possibly hide the stains on my clothes.
Trying to hide myself between the rows of shelves, I made my way over to the chastity cages. I had never ever really looked at these before. Run. Get out. Flee. My brain screamed. My dick had other plans. My hand trembled as I ran over the products before selecting a shiny stainless steel cage. Hesitantly, I approached the cash register, realizing what I looked like. A degenerate submissive cocksucking faggot. Which is what I was. And in this desperate, horny brain-fog, I could finally admit it to myself. Nghh. God, I wanted to cum so fucking bad, but there was no way I had the guts to disobey him.
The elderly cashier flicked me a look but didn't say anything as he rang me up for a hundred and sixty bucks. The prices here were always such a ripoff. Unable to look at him, I grabbed the cage and retreated back into the stall, knowing what was about to happen but completely unable to think, completely unable to figure out anything I could possibly do but obey.
"Try it on, faggot." Back in the porn booth, I nodded, pulling down my own pants, exposing the pale white of my completely untanned legs before pulling the steel cage out of its box. My hand shook. I still couldn't look him in the eyes. All I could do was stare at that fat black shaft hanging between his legs that was the new center of my world and try not to think about how it compared to the comparative twig between mine.
"Wanna cum?" I nodded, too ashamed to reply verbally. "Sucks. Put it on." I wanted to protest. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run away. But instead I slowly unhooked the cage and held it up to my dick, as if trying to argue that it didn't belong. I was still hard, but already I could feel the blood starting to leave my shaft, as if part of me wanted this, as if part of me was embracing this slavery, needing to be his locked cocksucking bitch.
"Hurry up, whiteboi. Ain't got all day." Finally, unable to resist, I wedged the tip of my shaft into the cage, audibly moaning at the coldness against my sensitive skin, panting pathetically as I slowly wedged my dick into its new home. Inch by inch, my own cock shrinking at the touch of the metal, I gradually managed to encase my whole shaft in its new prison before pulling the clasp closed and, with a final moment of hesitation, twisting and removing the key, leaving myself locked in chastity for a black man - whose name I still didn't even known, despite having gagged on his dick three different times now.
Silently, he extended his hand out for the key. I paused for just one final moment before dropping it into his palm. Those strong fingers folded over and the key disappeared from view into his closed first. He grinned and patted me condescendingly on the head as he pushed by me on the way out of the stall, leaving me alone and cumstained in the seedy booth.
"Better keep your phone close, faggot."
