Dante said, "You know you can get in trouble with the law for Queer watching at your window while I'm taking a shower." I looked down. I was truly sorry and scared. Because he was in the military, I thought he could report me to both the MP's and the local 5-0 for being a peeping Queer. I told him I was sorry, truly sorry. He said, "Sorry shit. Prove it by watching the gay-ass DVD's here from Sara and Nicole for 2 weeks if you want back your Playboy mags back. Now get on your knees whiteboy."
I was so scared of this big black guy, without hesitation I got right on my knees. Dante got out of my chair and then pulled down his shorts showing off the biggest, most beautiful, well-shaped black cock that I had ever laid eyes on. I was shivering as he proceeded to walk right up to make me stare up close at his massive dong.
Dante said, "This what all you whiteboyz want ain't it? You crave it. Dream about it. Jealous all your white ladies are getting it and leaving you for it huh?" Dante got closer until his massive footlong was almost touching me. I looked down in panic, shame and dizziness.
Dante commanded, "Look at it whiteboy. Drool for it. This is the black prick that's going into all the white women and they're loving it. Now smell it. Take a good whiff of it. Deeper. You whiteboyz are never gonna git white pussy again so smell it." I smelled it and it was nasty. Then Dante grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face hard against his scary huge cock and said, "How does it feel whiteboy, good?" He was getting a little rough. I was scared and I have to confess, excited. I stammered, "It is the loveliest thing my face had ever pressed up against sir." He laughed knowing it was just a matter of time.
Dante said, "Now I want you go to bed tonight and dream about this thing against your face that replaced all you whiteboyz for the whitegirls and keep watching those dvd's, got it?" I nodded yes. Dante was right, I did dream about it. I dreamt about a world where whitegirls only did black men and white men were their slaves, toys or French Maids.
So for two weeks the gay movies of black men dominating whiteboyz were all I watched and I started to fall in love with them. Lisa laughed when I told her on the phone that Dante can keep my Playboys. "He doesn't need them," she informed me, "he can get the real thing anytime. Black men don't need to look at lame photos, porn is for whiteboyz who don't get any. I'm selling your collection on Craigslist and then Dante and I can go to Niagara Falls for a hot weekend of fucking and sucking the next time he gets weekend leave."
Fast forward a few weeks later. I ran into an old girlfriend at a bar. She had just broken up with her latest white boyfriend. When I tried to have sex with her, I could not get it up. I had to think about Dante's big cock against my face to get hard. She said afterwards that I must be turning fag. And that her most recent ex had also turned fag on her. If only she knew.
Fast forward to a few weeks after that. I moved into Lisa's place as a French Maid for her and Dante. If I didn't, Dante was going to report me for being a peeper. I hated my new job and I quit it, no great loss, why do what makes you unhappy in life? I still had the French Maid outfit I had purchased back in Alaska. I shaved myself from the neck down. It was like sissy initiation. Kiss being a man good-bye, if I ever was a real man that is.
I had to address Dante as sir and do as he commanded, get him a beer, rub his sore feet. Lisa's girlfriends thought it was weird when they walked in one afternoon and saw me ironing Dante's military uniforms and black g-strings in my cute outfit. They laughed, "You whiteboys are a bunch of fags." Another time, they got a big kick out of how I thanked Lisa up and down for giving me a condom full of Dante's cum. A reward for cleaning. The girls said, "What a fucking sissy. We're glad we gave up whiteboyz for black men."
Oh did I tell you I haven't gotten any cock from Dante yet? Here I thought I was gonna suck all the cock I needed when I moved in. He told me that it was reserved only for whitegirls. Instead he gave me a website to go to that had a secret password. At the site, black men registered their whiteboy slaves. "Removed from inferior whiteboy smalldick gene pool", was one of the comments I read after a "registration". There was a place to upload photos of the black owners and the whiteboy slaves. I also had to list all of my ex-girlfriends and their contact info. Pictures of me dressed as a French Maid serving Lisa and Dante would be sent to all of them along with a note about how I had been caught and turned into a total Queer slave to a superior black man. At the site, there were slave auctions and trades. I shivered. If I did not serve my Master in a way that pleased him, he could trade or auction me!
Sara and Nicole spoke with Lisa on the phone and laughed at how in my case "be careful of what you wish for" had come true. To move in with Lisa, I had rented out my house. I had given up my regular job here in New York when I went to Alaska, I now had no debts or obligations except to serve the superior black man and of course white women. My fate both scared and exhilarated me. I asked Dante if I would ever be able to suck black cock and he said no, that I could suck off other whiteboy slaves, because we deserved each other's little pinkie dicks. He did say I could lick his balls and lick his ass and lick his feet. So now I have to be content tonguing and lapping and slurping all over my Master's balls, tonguing his superior ass and worshipping his massive feet. He said he might let me suck some pinkie dicks soon. I really don't want to do that, but if it pleases my Master, I must obey.
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