There I was. Face down, prone on the carpet. I had fresh rug burn on my knees and elbows, and fresh cum all over me. Tyrone came on my face. Darren came on my back and my ass. I came all over the carpet and got it on my chest and stomach. I was covered in sweat, spit, and god knows what else.
My lips were numb. My asshole burned. My leg spasmed and my cock twitched as the last drips of cum leaked out of my flaccid white dick. Darren slapped my ass as he got up. Tyrone swung his huge black dick across my face, sending a small splatter of spit and cum as he did so. I feebly reached out with my tongue and mouth as he whipped it away.
I woke up that morning an average, normal, straight white college student, but by the end of the end of the night I was a submissive slut for big black cock.
You may be wondering how I ended up like that. Well, frankly, I am too. Most of the night was a blur. I went out to a frat party and got really drunk. I ended up staying late and most of my friends left. I don't exactly remember the sequence of events that set up my free fall into black dick domination, but I do remember where it all kind of got started.
There was some conversation with Tyrone, Darren, two other black guys, and a few white girls. They were talking and laughing about the big black dick stereotype, which to me at this point was still just an urban legend. The black guys were bragging, the girls seemed really interested, and I just felt awkward as the lone white guy in the room. I kept my mouth shut and didn't say much during that conversation, but it stayed with me, and worked its way around my drunken brain throughout the night.
Later that night, I ended up hanging out with Darren and Tyrone again, smoking some weed in Darren's bedroom. There was some other people there, but eventually, the group dwindled down and left the three of us there hanging out, rolling one last blunt.
I didn't really know either of these two guys. I had a few classes with Tyrone over the years, but none with Darren. They were both big, fit black guys, and both played sports. I wasn't much of a social butterfly in the first place, and the friends I came here with already left. I wasn't even sure why I was still there, to be honest. The combination of the weed, alcohol, and hanging out with these two, frankly, intimidating black men made me feel small and awkward. I figured I would walk home after this blunt, another normal night in college.
These two were buddies. They bantered back and forth and barely payed me any mind, except to pass the blunt. A few times I tried to get into the conversation, but kind of just got ignored. I was really only there because I put some weed down for the blunt to be rolled.
When we were done smoking, the three of us all just ended up messing around with our phones. I could hear the two of them getting texts. I just was surfing the internet, getting ready to walk home.
A few minutes of silence, the only sounds in the room bing us on our phones and the two of them receiving and sending texts. I was about to make my exit. But then it happened.
Out of nowhere, Darren stood up, positioned himself in front of where I was sitting, and unzipped his pants, and whipped out his massive black dick.
Taken aback, I couldn't help but stare. A million thoughts ran through my head. What just happened? Was this some kind of joke? Holy shit it was big, hanging there outside of his open fly. I wanted to look away, but I found that I couldn't. It looked bigger soft than I got hard. Several silent moments passed as I just stared, before I collected myself and looked away, red-faced.
They laughed for a minute, then Tyrone walked over and locked the door. When I asked what was going on they towered over my and Tyrone put a large black finger to my lips. Then he put his large black hand on my chin and tilted it up, so I was looking them in the eyes.
"Listen up, white boy," Tyrone said with a stern voice, "You are going to suck Darren's dick tonight. He's horny, it's been a while, and he decided your ass is the best he is going to get right now."
"I'm not gay," I said as I pulled away.
He grabbed me by the throat and squeezed. Tears rolled down my cheeks as he pushed my back onto the couch.
"That is not our problem," he said with a booming voice, pushing be back and chocking me. "You are going to suck Darren off, and you are going to like it. You are going to do whatever we say, and who knows, by the time we are done with you, you might be gay."
With that Tyrone grabbed me by the hair and pulled me forward. He positioned himself behind the couch and, with his hands in my hair, tiled my head back so I was looking up at the ceiling.
While Tyrone held me here against my will, Darren moved forward, undoing his belt and dropping his pants. He stood there, a few feet from me on the couch, in his t shirt and underwear, big black dick hanging out through the hole in his boxers. Then he dropped his boxers.
While Tyrone held me there, Darren began to rub his balls and flaccid dick on my face and lips. As they laughed about it, I struggled, but Tyrone only tightened his grip on the fistful of hair he held me in place with. At one point I winced in pain and my mouth opened. Darren took the opportunity to slip a ball between my lips. From there he started whipping his dick back and forth, slapping his fat dark cock against my pale skin. I could feel his dick swelling with blood, getting thicker and firmer as it slapped against my face.
After a minute of this, Tyrone grabbed my head with both hands and pushed me down off the couch on to the floor. I landed on my hands and knees, then sat down.
"On your knees, white boy," Darren bellowed. I was beside myself, confused, and very much drunk, so I didn't react right away. At least not in the way that they liked.
Out of nowhere a hand came down and slapped me across the face. Tyrone's slap sent me down onto my side, onto the floor. I was quickly pulled back up and roughly set on my knees.
"The man said on your knees, white boy," Tyrone said as he set my in my place, "We aint' fuckin around, bitch."
His point was taken. I sat there on my knees, looking down on the floor, feeling a combination of fear, shame, and curiosity.
"Look up," commanded Tyrone.
I looked up and my gaze got caught on Darren's cock once more. It still hung down, and had grown in length and girth. It was huge. Way bigger than mine, and it wasn't even hard yet.
"What do you think," asked Darren, looking down at me, "Tell the truth."
"I-I-It's," I stammered, "really big."
"Is that all you think?" he replied.
"It's so thick, and long," I conceded, perhaps a little too quickly. "It's huge," whispered in a hushed undertone.
Darren took off his shirt and lorded over me. He was ripped, hung, and stood tall in front of where I kneeled. Darren worked his way towards me. At this point, I was too afraid to move.
