This story is fiction. Any resemblance to any characters in it to anyone in real life is purely coincidence.
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My name is James 'Jimmy' Wilson and I am 35 years of age. I grew up in a small town of about 20,000 people in the Upper Midwest of our great country. The town never had a ruling mayor because the citizens felt we didn't need one. This is a story of how that changed and how we now have a black mayor who dominates the people.
About 5 years prior I went abroad for a sightseeing tour with a travel agency that makes all the arrangements for a moderate fee. On the trip I met a pretty young lady from Texas and we hit it off right away. We continued to date and eventually were married. Her name is Laura, a white woman and college graduate in business.
Laura and I started our own business in my hometown and despite the relatively small population our business did very well. We bought a house and were in the process of starting a family when a new man in town hostilely became our mayor. The townspeople, especially town council, had always resisted electing someone to the office of mayor because it was felt that town council could do the job themselves collectively, and in reality the taxpayers couldn't afford to pay his or her salary.
One evening as council was having their monthly meeting a handsome young black man sat in attendance. When council, which consisted of four white men and three white women, including my wife and me, was about to end the meeting the invitation was presented for anyone to share if they had anything to say. It was customary to do that and they hardly ever had anyone ask for the floor, but that time the black man raised his hand and asked for time to speak.
"My name is Darryl Brooks. I thank you all for allowing me to speak before you this evening. I have a suggestion for this town and I would ask you to think about it before you make your decision. I have been going around checking things out and I see you have a very nice community. I am planning to make my permanent residence here before too long and I feel this town needs a mayor, someone who could pull everything together and make this town an even better place to live."
"I know you people have never had a mayor but if I could speak to you one on one I could show you how it would really help you us all. So I am asking that you seven fine citizens have lunch with me, my treat of course, one at a time so I could explain to you without interruption some ways your town could see improvement," Darryl said to them.
The Chairman of the Board, Ronald Miller, responded to him by saying, "Mr. Brooks, we have never had a mayor because we as a council run the town very well. The people have never expressed an interest in having a mayor so I feel I'm speaking for all of us here when I say we most likely would be interested."
Brooks replied, "I understand that change sometimes can be hard to accept, but if you at least allow me to show you my plan I am sure it will be better for all involved. So please just give me a chance and if you still don't like it I will gladly thank you for your time and move on. I would still like to live here if you people accept me. What do you say, Mr. Chairman?"
The council then asked Darryl if he would leave the room for a few minutes so they could discuss the idea. He left the room and in about half an hour the door to the meeting room opened up. He was asked to come in and listen to what they came up with. Miller, a white man in his mid-50's, spoke as follows: "Mr. Brooks, we are always looking for ways to improve our town, and of course we would never try to dissuade someone from moving here, so yes, you are welcome to stay. We as a board unanimously decided to give it a try and listen to what you have to say. As you said yourself, if we are not interested you will gladly move on. We have also decided that I, the Chairman, would speak to you first, then if it goes well with me you would speak to the rest of us sometime in the near future."
"Thank you, Mr. Chairman. That is more than fair. So you and I should decide where to meet where we can speak without any interference. It's an important matter so we want to get the job done right. Do you have any suggestions, sir?" Darryl said.
"Well, Mr. Brooks, since it IS your idea, and since you're new in town, perhaps we could meet at your place. I could then get to know you better and see how and where you are living. We wouldn't want someone who is less than desirable, and that's not insinuating anything at all, to lead this town, that is, if we decide to make the position," he said.
"No problem. I don't take it negatively at all," Darryl said while thinking to himself that these people are getting set up for a trap and they don't even know it. "How about you come to my place next Tuesday around 7 PM and I will show you what I have in mind?"
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Chairman Miller had no idea what Mr. Brooks was planning. At 7:00 PM sharp Miller was at Brooks's door and knocked. Darryl opened the door and asked Miller to come in and was greeted by a very handsome black man who was wearing only a pair of shorts and no shirt. As Darryl Brooks led Miller into the living room Ron couldn't help notice the fine, masculine body in front of him, specifically the smooth chocolate back and the well conditioned legs.
"May I call you Ronald?" he asked.
"Most people call me Ron," Miller suggested. "Ronald's fine but I really don't like the name Ronnie."
"Here, Ron, sit down on the sofa so I can show you my presentation on the TV. It's not a very long video. Would you like something to drink?"
"Yes, please," he answered. "Water would be fine."
After the two of them sat down together to watch the video Miller knew almost at once that he had been set up. The video showed Miller on his knees, hands tied behind his back, in front of a masked black man who was sitting on a chair and whose large brown cock was in Ron's mouth. Miller vehemently exclaimed, "What the hell is this? What are you trying to do, you bastard? Who are you?"
"It's not what I'm TRYING to do, Ronnie, it's what I'm about to do!" Darryl said to him. "And are you sure you don't know whose cock that is in your mouth? You really enjoyed it back then! Do you want to taste it again?"
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Miller screamed. "I should reach over and kick your ass!"
Darryl said back to him, "I think what you MEANT to say is you should reach over here and KISS my ass. You enjoyed my brown ass in your face the last time. Now come on, crawl over to me and get busy. I'm a bit horny right now and my cock is very ready to unload my delicious cum in your mouth. If you won't I'll make sure everyone in this town knows you're a cocksucker."
What was Miller supposed to do other than listen to his new captor. There Darryl sat without a shirt on, baring his muscled chest, and Ron knew he had no chance if he tried something stupid like fight the young, muscled Adonis. Darryl then lifted up a bit and pulled his shorts down to reveal his gorgeous, smooth 9 inches of manhood. "Come on, Ronnie, don't make it hard on yourself. You can do it on your own or I could make you do it, and you know I can."
Miller thought for a bit and realized there was no way he could kick that black man's ass. So instead he simply begged, "Please don't tell my wife."
"I won't, Ronnie. Scout's honor. Now crawl over here and get some of this sugar," he told him. "Oh, would you like me to tie you up like the last time?"
Ron did as he was told and crawled to his tormentor. Is there anything worse than a grown man being humiliated by another man and forced to suck his dick? Darryl smiled teasingly and held his gorgeous cock out to Miller and said, "Here, lick it like a lolly pop, white boy." And after Miller licked the 9" sausage from the balls to the tip a few times Brooks then said, "Suck it gently just like the last time. I want to cum in your mouth. And I want you to swallow all of it. Say, yes sir."
Miller was beaten and he knew it so he timidly said, "Yes sir," and sucked that lovely cock until Darryl unloaded his sperm into his mouth. "Do as I say and swallow it all," he said. "and say, yes Master."
Miller tried to say what he was told to say but it wasn't easy with that 9 inch python silencing him. He mumbled something that sounded like what he was told to say and that was fine with the smiling Brooks. A few minutes later Darryl tensed up and shot his seed into Ron's mouth. Ron did as instructed and swallowed all of Darryl's very delicious sweet cum and didn't spill a drop.
"One down and six to go," Darryl triumphantly said, "and if you say anything to anyone I will tell the whole town about how much you love my dick. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Master," Ron humbly replied.
"You see my plan is to have all of you obeying me so I will become the mayor of this town. Then I will just take control of all you whiteys and if you all do as I say we will get along just fine. Ronnie, I want you to talk to Jim Wilson about meeting me next. And don't try any funny business or I will let everyone know what you did to me."