2 comments/ 13111 views/ 12 favorites Tyrone By: RXRoxane When he saw his daughter's new boyfriend come out of the car, Cole's breath caught in his throat. His daughter, Kelly, had mentioned her new boyfriend so often, Cole felt as if he knew the man already. But Kelly had omitted one little detail: her new boyfriend had skin the color of bronze. He was tall, dark and handsome all right. But he wasn't supposed to be there. Kelly had said she was spending the week end; she never mentioned she was bringing Tyrone along. "Did you know she was bringing him?" Cole asked his wife, standing next to him on the porch of their suburban cottage. His wife, Mandy, was as beautiful now as she had been on their wedding day, 23 years ago. Creamy skin, long strawberry blonde hair, big hazel eyes, plump breasts and legs for days. Kelly looked just like her, and it was a good thing. Cole was stout, not particularly handsome, had dark brown hair and pale blue eyes. What Mandy saw in him, he never really understood. Mandy pursed her lips, shaking her head. "Prepare the guest room, will you, Cole? I don't want them sleeping in the same bed under my roof." Our roof, Cole was tempted to say, but did not. Mandy was a lawyer downtown, and he was but a simple florist. She made three times his salary, but he suspected he was three times as happy as she was. Not that he hadn't tried to satisfy his wife, but she was very demanding and it seemed nothing he did was good enough for her. Kelly squealed as she got out of the car. "Hey guys!" She ran towards Cole and his wife, and Cole hugged his daughter tight, keeping an eye on Tyrone who was getting the bags out of the trunk. He was wearing a tight t-shirt, his muscles bulging underneath the white cotton. The contrast of the t-shirt against his dark skin was mesmerizing, and when he grinned at Cole and Mandy, Cole's sex stirred. The thought of the tall, dark man in bed with his daughter was enough to make Cole hard, but the thought of the tall man in bed with Cole's wife was just too much to bear. For years Cole had been fantasizing about his wife in bed with a tall, dark stranger. The sight of Tyrone brought all those fantasies bubbling to the surface. "Hi sweetie," he said to Kelly. "Mom, Dad," Kelly said, turning towards Tyrone, "This is Tyrone." "Sir, Ma'am," Tyrone said, shaking hands with Cole and greeting Mandy with a hug. His voice was thick and deep, and he smelled of orange blossoms. "Let me take those for you," Cole said, taking the bags away from Tyrone and going inside the house as quickly as possible to avoid imagining what Tyrone looked like naked. "Kelly's told us a lot about you, Tyrone. How do you like working for Gregory and Smith?" Cole overheard Mandy say as he climbed the stairs. Gregory and Smith was a talent agency. Tyrone was a male model. Cole placed Kelly's bag in her bedroom on the first floor. Her bedroom had remained unchanged ever since she'd graduated high school and had gone off to College three years ago. The red comforter, the frilly white curtains and the numerous posters of Nicki Minaj, Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars. She was now living in Portland with a roommate, and would most likely never come back to live at home, but Cole and Mandy had agreed to keep her room intact. Nostalgia was a powerful motivator. Cole had already arranged a bouquet of sunflowers for his daughter. Sunflowers were her favorites. He had placed the vase on her old wooden desk. Tyrone's bag, a manly black leather duffel bag, Cole put in the guest room at the end of the hall. Since he was in there, he dressed the bed with clean sheets, hurried to the backyard to cut a few fresh peonies and arranged them in a crystal vase, which he placed on the dresser in the guest room. Cole came down the stairs to get the bubbly from the kitchen, and carried a tray with the bottle and four glasses into the living room. "Champagne?" Cole offered cheerfully. Mandy smoothed a strand of her hair and gave him a warm smile. "Yes, thank you, Cole." "So, Dad, did you watch the last Mariners game?" Kelly asked. "Sure did. I have a good feeling this year, what do you think Tyrone?" Tyrone's grin illuminated the room. "Got a good feeling, too." The remaining of the afternoon was spent talking about baseball, Kelly's internship at Valve, Tyrone's latest gig in Milan, steak, and movies. "Speaking of which, we're off," Kelly said. "You're not having dinner with us?" Mandy asked. "Nah. I told Tyrone the hamburgers at the Schiller's brewery were to die for. And we're catching a movie after so don't wait up." Mandy called it an early night, and Cole stayed behind, in the living room, reading. When, at one o'clock, Kelly and Tyrone still weren't back, he decided to call it a night. He made sure the front door was locked but the porch light on, secured all the windows on the ground floor and went to the kitchen, where the back door was, to make sure it was locked as well. Through the French doors, he had a good view of the garden in the backyard and he liked to take a last look at his garden before going to bed. As usual, he looked outside, but what he saw there was unusual. The moon was but a sliver, but provided just enough light to see Kelly, her milky white body nude, her shapely legs spread, and Tyrone's head right in between. Lying on the grass, Tyrone's body was denuded, and the sight of his daughter having her pussy licked by the young black stud awakened Cole's cock. He tried to look away but was unable to. The contrast between his daughter's porcelain and Tyrone's ebony was breathtaking. Cole kept watching, his small cock quickly stiffening. A good thing his garden was fenced with a ten feet high spruce hedge. He'd always liked the intimacy it provided. It appeared his daughter also enjoyed the intimacy. How often had she done this; frolic in Cole's garden? Tyrone's hands moved up Kelly's torso to grab both her breasts. Kelly covered her mouth with one of her hands. To stop herself from moaning, most likely. Cole's own hand traveled down his pudgy stomach to caress his cock. He removed it right away. It was wrong on so many levels to watch. It was his own daughter, how could he become so aroused at the sight of her perfect body, at the sight of her handsome black boyfriend licking her up. Cole's cock, it seemed, didn't have such barriers. It hardened some more, as Tyrone stopped licking Kelly to nestle in between her thighs and grabbed his cock to rub Kelly's pussy with. Tyrone's cock reached the middle of her belly. How could she take all of that meat inside her taut young body? Cole's breathing quickened as Tyrone's thrusts accelerated. Kelly's back arched and Tyrone moaned loudly, his thick baritone echoing all the way into the house, and Cole's cock twitched, pre-cum already leaking out the tip. Eyes riveted on Tyrone's big dick, Cole reached down to rub a finger along his short length. Tyrone's hands grabbed a hold of Kelly's hips, and slowly, Tyrone slid his cock inside Kelly's tiny white pussy. Cole couldn't stop a moan from coming out, and though he knew he shouldn't watch any more, he couldn't help himself. Tyrone was kneeling upright on the grass, and Kelly was sprawled underneath him. The sight was primal, beautiful, and the fact that it was his own daughter getting fucked in such an animalistic manner made Cole's balls tighten. It was sick and twisted and perverted, but still, he watched. He stopped touching himself to concentrate on the view. Tyrone's beefy buttocks flexed as he thrust into Kelly. Kelly's firm breasts barely jiggled as she got fucked. Her head thrown back, her hair tangling up in the dirt. Tyrone quickly pulled out and Kelly jumped forward just in time to catch a first rope of cum on her tongue. Tyrone jerked himself and spilled all over Kelly's pretty face. Cole's cock twitched, but he ignored it, to rub a finger in between his balls instead, as Tyrone emptied his own sac on Kelly. Looking up at Tyrone, Kelly licked her lips, and seemed to bring whatever cum left on her face into her mouth. Cole's breath was heavy now, and his nipples tingled. His wife always said his body reacted just as a woman's. He didn't care, he enjoyed when his nipples tingled, and he pinched one of them, watching his daughter clean herself off of Tyrone's cum. Smiling at each other, the couple stood and walked towards the house. Cole's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shut the drapes, locked the back door and ran upstairs to hide in the den, where his laptop was. Heart humping, he turned his laptop on and sat back in the chair, pulling out his cock. He looked at one of his favorites, a clip of a black hunk giving his all to a busty strawberry blonde and he watched, hypnotized by the contrasts in color, his cock swelling some more. He watched clip after clip, rubbing his cock right to the edge of an orgasm but stopping before going over. Pre-cum was leaking out the tip of the head of his cock, and sliding down his shaft. Cole heard the young couple sneak in Kelly's room, and he kept listening intently, hoping to hear muffled moans and groans. He didn't have to wait for long. A low moan came from Tyrone, and Cole's spine tingled. He stopped stimulating himself immediately, and hurried to the bedroom to find Mandy in bed, sleeping in the nude, sprawled, dark blue sheets wrapped around her long legs. Cole didn't even wake her up. He knelt in between those long legs, and pushed himself inside her. He was barely in that Mandy awoke. "You filthy animal," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Fucking your wife while she's asleep. Have you no shame?" Cole thrust harder, images of his young daughter and her black boyfriend still imprinted in his memory. "My, what has gotten you so horny?" his wife asked. He didn't answer. He couldn't. He was too ashamed. But he thrust faster, his balls tightening already, the thought of Tyrone's huge black cock pounding Kelly's tiny white pussy quickly bringing Cole to the edge. "Oh no, don't you dare come just yet," his wife said, and rolled him over to trap him in between her firm thighs. She remained seated on his lap, her pussy a vise grip around his cock, a cruel smile tugging at her red lips. "Listen," she whispered. Cole obeyed. Kelly's muffled voice came from across the hall. Weak moans, but loud enough for Cole to hear them. And a bed, creaking. His hips thrust up in a reflex, and he struggled to free himself from his wife's grasp. "I'll throw him out." Mandy splayed her hands on his chest, effectively pinning him to the bed. Her long hair tickled his nose. "He's too strong for you. He's bigger than you. Be quiet and go see just how bigger than you he is." Cole's blood froze. "What?" Mandy knelt up, sliding off of his cock, and she stood next to the bed. She whispered, "Go see just how bigger than you Tyrone is, and then come back here and tell me." "But..." Mandy held up her hand, palm up, and Cole stopped talking. She pointed to the door, and Cole obeyed. He got out of the bedroom and tiptoed across the hall to Kelly's room. The door was closed, and there was no keyhole to peek through. His cock throbbing, he overheard Kelly moan. He turned around; there was no way to see inside Kelly's room. Besides, the situation was straight out of a fantasy of his; there had to be a catch somewhere. Was his wife looking for a reason to divorce him? But she told him all the time she loved him. She couldn't really want to divorce him, could she? He went back into his bedroom. Mandy, arms crossed over her bare chest, wore a mean frown. She pointed towards Kelly's room again, and though Cole did not want his cock to throb so much, though he did not want to be so excited at the thought of telling his wife how big Tyrone's cock was, though he did not want the thought of watching his daughter getting fucked again to arouse him, he couldn't stop his body from reacting. He was hard, he was leaking, and he would come any second. He swallowed through a tightened throat and slowly walked to Kelly's room, his cock and balls threatening to shoot with every move. He place a trembling hand on the door knob and twisted as slowly as he could. He pushed the door opened an inch, but couldn't see inside, so he pushed it opened a bit more, just enough so that he could see the bed. Kelly was on her back, her legs wrapped around Tyrone's waist. Tyrone was thrusting hard into Kelly, his balls, heavy, slapped against her cunt. Every time Tyrone pulled back, Cole could see his shaft, hard and swollen. Tyrone was easily twice as big as Cole, and somehow, knowing this made Cole's tiny cock lengthen a little. "Tell me you'll fuck her, Tyrone," Kelly panted from under Tyrone. "Yeah you know I will." His voice was hoarse, still thick and deep, and there was no way Mandy hadn't heard that. Cole looked over his shoulder and saw his wife, standing in the doorway, a hand between her thighs, caressing herself. Pink nipples hardened on top on white breasts. Tyrone and Kelly huffing in the background. Cole couldn't hold it in any longer. He took four wide strides towards his wife, grabbed her and pushed her on top of the bed where he knelt between her thighs and plunged inside her. "Are you in, Cole? I can't feel that dicklet of yours. Are you in yet?" Mandy whispered in his ear, and bit down on his earlobe. Whimpering, he thrust harder into her. "How much bigger than yours, Cole? How big is Tyrone's cock? Tell me." "Bigger," Cole panted. He couldn't speak, he was racing towards a powerful orgasm. Sharp fingernails dug in his ass. "Tell me," his wife demanded. Hammering Mandy, Cole uttered, "Twice as big," and came. His entire body trembled as he shot in his wife. "Good boy," Mandy whispered as she hooked herself to his upper arm and came around his cock. Throwing his head back, Cole couldn't help but moan loudly as his cock spat one last rope of cum. Spent and out of breath, he kissed Mandy deeply. She responded in kind and chuckled. "I love you, naughty boy," she said as he rolled over beside her. She rested her head on his chest. "Do you think they heard us?" she whispered. He listened. Muffled moans were still coming from Kelly's bedroom. "I think they're too busy for that." "I know what you look at on your computer when I'm not home. Or when I sleep. Why haven't you told me?" He shrugged. "I'm..." "Ashamed?" He nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. Mandy played with his chest hair. "You shouldn't be. Your fantasies are a part of who you are. I love you, silly boy; that means I love your fantasies, too. Do you understand?" He nodded and held his wife tighter against him. Tyrone was Home Alone Tyrone Smith was home alone. Chilling in his room and watching TV was his idea of a relaxing evening, after all the stress of working and going to college. But being home for few weeks was a good break and now that he had the place to himself this evening, he could do whatever he wanted. And what he wanted was just some peace and quiet. After making himself some dinner, he watched a couple of movies and smoked some weed. It was getting dark outside and he felt that he should maybe call up a couple of friends, but he didn't really have the urge to do it. Too relaxed. But he did feel a bit horny and since he was home alone, he put on some porn on his computer, dropped his pants and boxers and started jacking off. He was watching one of his gay favorite titles, The Booty Bandit, by Chocolate Cream. Tyrone was bisexual, so he really enjoyed a good gay video every once in a while. He especially liked this title, with the top, Mr. X, fucking all the sexy bottoms. Mr. X was tall, dark and muscular and well built and had a dominant, top personality that appealed to Tyrone because he thought that's the type of guy he was as well, at least from what he saw on the screen. Years of playing college football and athletics before that had sculpted his body to perfection and his dark ember skin and handsome chiseled features made him a prime example of a sexy, young black man. Not to mention his dick, all 10 gorgeous inches of it which were now fully hard and being pumped by his hand as he watched Mr. X lay it to one of the bottoms- imagining his own self doing that. He thought about the last guy he had fucked- Marvin. Almost six months ago now, Marvin was a friend of his and also a football player but over the years Tyrone had begun to suspect that the macho, tough acting Marvin may have feelings for men and when he tried to push him on it, he was found right. Marvin had succumbed to him and Tyrone ended fucking him a couple of times, enjoying it more every time. Marvin was quite submissive to him and Tyrone loved having someone who looked more like a top give up his ass. And it was those memories that he had with Marvin that kept him jacking his dick, moaning with sweet pleasure, getting closer to that climactic nutt. That's when the door bell rang. "Fuck," Tyrone said, wondering who it could be this late. He quickly pulled some basketball shorts on and climbed down stairs, yelling, "I'm coming!" as the door rang again. Annoyed at having been interrupted, he gruffly unlocked and opened the door. "Yeah?" he asked at the person standing there. It was a young guy, maybe 18 or 19 years old. He looked a little familiar. "Oh hey Tyrone, I'm Max. One your brother's friends," he said and smiled, showing off some handsome, pretty boy features. "Yeah, sure. Kevin ain't around though." "Yeah I know. I'm really sorry to be disturbing you this late, I kind of need to pick something up from his room. Do you mind if I go up?' "Nah man," Tyrone said and let him in, "You know where it is?" he asked as Max was already heading up the stairs. "Yep." Max replied. Tyrone watched him go up for a couple of seconds before heading up to the kitchen. He noticed the boy was wearing a white vest, denim jeans that hung very low and red boxers that seemed either a bit tight or Max had a phat ass because those buns of his were hanging out of the jeans. Ever the assman, Tyrone licked his lips at the thought of Max's ass but quickly checked himself as he knew it was wrong in way too many ways to fuck with his little brother's friends, or even think about them that way. He got a glass of water and went back upstairs to his room. Max was standing in the middle of it and Tyrone was shocked to see him watching the gay porn on his computer. "Yo shawty, what you doing in my room?" Tyrone asked, his voice raised and angry. "Oh shit! Sorry Tyrone- I didn't mean to invade-" Max said a look of fear on his face. "Yeah ok, well you done now, so how about you step off." "Cool... just one thing though, I saw the porno playing as I was walking by, it happens to be one of my favorites," Max said. Tyrone noticed he was looking down at his crotch, noticing the large imprint it made on his basketball shorts. "Oh yeah? What you know about that shit son? How old are you?" "I'm 18 Tyrone. Been for a few months. I knew you were home alone tonight, so I came around," Max said, still looking at Tyrone's crotch. "To get something from Kevin's room?" Tyrone asked, stepping closer. "And yours too. To get something from you." "Me? What do you want from me shawty?" Tyrone asked. Max answered by stepping closer towards him, reaching out with his hand and softly pressing his palm against the big imprint of his dick. "This," he said. Tyrone looked at him and smiled,"You sure kid? You know what you're doing?" Max didn't say anything but dropped to his knees in front of Tyrone and began to feel him up by the side of his legs, rising up to the mid waist section where he unhooked his shorts and pulled them slightly. A hand went inside Tyrone's shorts and pulled out his hardening dick, all black 10 inches of it and Max bit his lip once at the sight of it before he swallowed its fat head with a satisfying moan. Tyrone gasped for air as soon as he felt his pipe swallowed by young Max, appreciating instantly the suction he was getting on his dick head. He looked down at him and saw little or no reluctance, Max knew what he wanted and he was getting it. Max licked the shaft up and down before plunging it into the back of his throat, forcing it to expand and still he swallowed before pulling out and bobbing on the top half of it. The variety he was using and the steady speed kept Tyrone moaning and biting his lips. Tyrone could tell Max was no rookie and clearly expressed it in the expert way he sucked his dick- it was obvious he'd done this more than once. When Max licked kissed and sucked on Tyrone's ball sack, the young man had to do everything in his power not to nutt a fat load all over Max's pretty boy face. But he knew how to hold it in and so he let Max do his thing, let him swallow and bob and that dick while he enjoyed the ride. "Mom," Max moaned as he deep throated all of Tyrone's dick up to his pubic hairs and then pulled out, spit lines following his mouth. He did that again and Tyrone pressed his eyes tight, savoring and almost not handling the pleasure. Max pulled out and smiled mischievously- he did it again and again. Tyrone grabbed him by the head and began to fuck his mouth, driving that dick deep into his throat and causing Max to gag and slobber. When Tyrone finally pulled out, Max gasped for air like a deep water scuba diver and fell back a little on his hands. His face was covered with spit and precum but he wanted more dick. Tyrone walked over to him and grabbed him by the head again, forcing his massive dick into his mouth, challenging the obviously experienced young tease. Max could take it though, no problem. He let his head and neck loose as his head was fucked mercilessly by the riled up top and he held onto the powerful thighs that drove shaft first into his mouth. When it finally stopped, he moaned excitedly and pursed his lips slowly all over Tyrone's steel pipe, his eyes looking up at Tyrone with devilish intent. "Shit shawty, you're one sexy hot boy," Tyrone could only say as he savored Max's lip service. "Damn right nigga, you ain't seen nothing yet though," Max said and got up from his knees. He turned around and undid his jeans, letting them drop while at the same time he took his vest off. Soon as he was just in his tight boxer briefs, Tyrone could tell he was right all along. Max had a phat ass, nice and round, the type he loved in a bottom. His skin had a glow to it, caramel brown and soft- it looked almost silver in the dim light of the room. The boxers came off and Tyrone bit his lip when saw that sexy, caramel ass appear. Not a single bit of fat on this boy's body, except maybe just in the right places on the ass. Tyron licked his lips. Max led the boxers drop and shook them off with his foot, then stood spread legged and back turned to Tyrone, letting him have a good view. Naked and vulnerable like this, Max knew that very few men could resist as he was at his sexiest. Tyrone walked up to him, his dick erect and leading the way like a mast until it touched Max's ass. He pressed his crotch against Max's soft ass and ground slightly, with Max returning the motion by grinding his bubble butt against Tyrone, feeling his dick resting between his buns. Tyrone snaked his thick arm around Max's chest and their bodies were pressed against each other, front to back. Max's own dick was hard and pointing and he felt so horny and excited he knew that he would do whatever Tyrone told him. He felt the small stubble press on his face press against his neck and moaned as one of his fingers pressed against his nipples. Tyrone held him in his arms and pushed him against the bed. There he grabbed him by the back of the neck and pushed him forward, making him fall on the soft mattress. Pinned down doggy style, he slapped each of his ass cheeks. "Sexy ass," he said as he kissed Max's beautiful bubble butt. He licked in between the buns and slowly slurped his way down towards the middle. He spread apart Max's ass cheeks and looked at that sexy hole looking up at him, before plunging his tongue into it to make it wet. Max moaned in encouragement as he bit his lip at the feeling of Tyrone's twister tongue probe his booty hole. He reached around and pressed his hand onto Tyrone's head, willing him to eat his ass. But Tyrone didn't need any invitation and was already munching like a starved man, licking, kissing, sucking and blowing on Max's hot young hole. His ass wouldn't lay still and it bounced and gyrated in Tyrone's face, responding involuntarily to the sexual feast it was receiving. "Yeah nigger, eat that pussy!" he shouted encouragements as his mind lost even more control, letting his body be taken over by Tyrone. Ever since he had realized he was into guys, Max had been coveting Tyrone, lusting after him and trying to figure out he would fuck him. Max had known for a while that Tyrone was bisexual as Kevin had told him and now that the older top had him pinned down and his sexy lips eating his ass, Max felt a sense of fulfillment. Tyrone picked Max up and flipped him over onto his back, where he dove into eating his ass all over again. Max's face showed a slutty vulnerability that made Tyrone's mouth water. But it was time to test the limits. Tyrone grabbed his hard dick and lined it up against Max's wet hole. When Max saw what Tyrone had in mind, he gasped in excitement, "Yes Tyrone. Fuck me!" he said and felt Tyrone respond immediately by beginning to shove slowly into him with his dick. Slowly he thrusted in and out to loosen up the sphincter muscle before plunging deeper into Max's ass. Max felt himself open up and Tyrone's fat dick pry apart his hole. It hurt at first, as it always does but he bore it out and both had clearly enough experience to make the least of the painful few minutes. The intensity of Tyrone's thrusts picked up and soon he was slamming into Max's ass missionary style and with little restraint. "Yeah nigger, fuck that ass!" Max moaned and encouraged. Tyrone grabbed and placed his legs on top of his shoulders, getting a better angle and hitting high speeds as Max wanted. Pressed on top of him, Tyrone's legs drove shaft into Max's ass, using his hands as pillars as he fucked. Max was looking up at Tyrone's face, seeing intensity and aggression in the top. He squeezed the bed sheets on either side of him, his arms stretched out like a crucifixion. His palms gripped the loose sheets with even more intensity as he felt Tyrone inside him hit certain spots, coupled with a load moan as Max couldn't contain the feeling inside him anymore. Tyrone listened to Max's moans with interest, noticing the constantly load pants and slightly effeminate yelps that told him Max was enjoying the sex. His face was screwed into a constant grimace of intense feeling, almost like he was in pain but the occasional quiver of Max's lower lip told Tyrone that the bottom was in far more pleasure than any pain. Tyrone dropped one of Max's legs and turned his body sideways, fucking him at an angle where he could really slam into him. Like this, Max was writhing on the bed with every pound of force Tyrone smashed into him, and his arms and hands scratched the mattress like he was possessed. Tyrone grabbed Max's hovering knee, pulled his back straight and slowly, with his pelvis, pulled his dick out all the way to just the head was in. This slow exit made Max moan and even louder when Tyrone slammed it roughly back in, all the way to the hilt. This repeated procedure made Max loud with whimpering and moaning but Tyrone was just testing him, seeing how far he can be pushed. Once all the way in again, he carried on fucking him like this for a few minutes, before Max pushed him off him and out. "On your back papi," Max said. Tyrone got on the bed, his legs spread out and his dick pointing up at the centre like a sundial. Max got between his legs and crawled towards his dick, before licking it and swallowing it whole and deepthroating it, the whole time looking up at Tyrone in a sultry way. "Damn!" Tyrone said as he saw Max swallow his dick. He never imagined one of his little brothers friends would be such a nasty freak. "Get that pussy on it boy," he said. Max spat out Tyrone's wet dick and held with hand while getting up on his haunches, he sat down slowly on to it. As it penetrated him once again, he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip in feeling. But once it was inside him, he began to buck and bronco, riding on the stick and bouncing his ass on Tyrone's muscular thighs. His hands felt and explored Tyrone's stocky chest, feeling the sculpted abs and pecks. Tyrone admired Max's skills. He put his hands around the back of his head and knew that all the bottom needed to make it work was 10 inches of his dick. He occasionally slapped Max's ass or told him to 'giddy up' or 'ride harder' as encouragement. Max listened and started to take control, he would grind his ass into Tyrone's body with his dick deep inside him. He would get up on his feet slightly, their bodies only connected through Tyrone's dick and ride smoothly on Tyrone's shaft, his hands cupping his own ass or supporting him on either side of Tyrone's body. He would lean forward and bounce his ass on Tyrone's dick, making that phat booty clap and getting a few slaps from Tyrone as encouragement. All of Max's tricks were making Tyrone go crazy and he started thrusting upwards with his own pelvis, meeting Max's ass half way. He got up from his lazy, lying down position and embraced Max, while fucking him. "Oh yeah! Fuck! Fuck me!" Max was moaning as his arms caressed Tyrone's back and their chests were pressed against each other. He kissed and softly bit Tyrone's neck, feeling the hard black flesh against in his face as he moaned into it. Tyrone made Max cry out with every deep thrust into him and in one deep push, Tyrone lifted Max's body with his powerful thighs, leaned forward and pushed Max onto his back. There the top didn't stop, humping into Max's body like an animal. He ground his dick deep inside him, their bodies tightly pressed. "Yes! Fuck me Ty! Give it to me papi! Fuck that pussy!" Max screamed as Tyrone ruthlessly piled into him. His hands grabbed Tyrone's butt and guided him as he drove deep. Tyrone leaned back and picked Max up and flipped him over onto his stomach, he pushed his dick back in him and fucked him from behind. He held down onto Max's head with one hand, slamming into him with rough aggression. "You like that dick Max? Do you love that shit?" Tyrone asked as he powerfucked Max, who replied over and over 'yes' as he moaned in response to Tyrone's brutal fuck. He grabbed Max by the small of his back and propped him up, fucking him doggy style. Tyrone looked down at the sexy, phat ass that was bouncing on his dick and wondered how he got so lucky. He slapped it playfully and messaged it and squeezed it as he fucked it well. Max rode back at him, meeting his dick with his ass bouncing. He dipped and arched his back, twisting his head back and looking at Tyrone's sweaty body smash his ass. Tyrone grabbed and pulled Max back, then leaned on top of him, collapsing the bottom till he was lying flat. Like this, he ground himself into Max's body, fucking away hard, fast and deep into Max's butt. He wrapped his arm around Max's neck, holding him tightly and pounding him a new pussy. Tyrone moaned as he felt himself approaching climax. He loved this part of sex, when his lover and him would get so hot that very few limits existed. "Damn boy, you got a sexy ass. I'm going to fuck you all night, I'm going to make you my bitch," Tyrone whispered into Max's ear, hearing the bottom moan in approval. "Yeah Ty, this ass is yours papi. Keep fucking me like that, baby. Like that- oh! Shit! Oh!" Max moaned. Tyrone suddenly felt a tightening of Max's pelvis and ass and knew that he had made him cum. That extra feeling put pressure on his own dick and he knew he was only seconds away from coming. "Oh fuck I feel that shit!" Tyrone said," I'm going to bust this nutt." "Yeah boo! Bust that shit! Get it on me! On my face nigger! Get it on my face," Max moaned. Tyrone pulled out quickly flipped Max onto his back and pulled his dick up to his face. He started nutting, yelling and grunting as he did, his eyes screwed tight as the pleasure rode over him. His nutt hit Max on his lips and open mouth, coating his pretty looks with thick white cream. Max moaned as he was sprayed with Tyrone's precious seed, licking his lips and swallowing what he could find around his lips. Tyrone fell back in a collapsed heap, groaning in satisfaction. Max got in between his lips and cleaned his dick, swallowing it deep and savoring the nutt and musk flavored dick. He licked his tongue around the head and looked at Tyrone in a seedy, sexy way. "Well that was a nice surprise," Tyrone said, still trying to figure out he got so lucky from being home alone with no plans and jacking off to fucking one of the freakiest niggers he'd ever met. "I'm glad you liked it. I've had my eye on you Tyrone for some time- and I ain't finished yet. I hear you got the house to yourself the whole weekend..." said Max smiling. Tyrone pressed his head onto his dick with his hand, encouraging him to carrying on sucking dick. He could only moan as Max swallowed his dick more and more, and think about all the rest of the night's activities. Tyrone's Revenge Prologue 'Whoa man, slow down. That's your fourth tonight already. What's up man?' Tyrone looked concerned for his friend. 'Shit day. The new boss is turning out to be a real hard ass.' Jason looked downbeat. His shoulders were slumped and he was trying to drown his sorrows. 'Awww, fuck him man. Don't let him get to you. What's the worst that can happen?' 'I suppose. It's just that my job got so much harder suddenly. I have to fire another five people tomorrow. He is a real hatchet man and unluckily for me I am his hatchet. Makes me feel like shit. All of those people looking at me with hate in their eyes. People I have known and respected for years.' 'That is shit man but you gotta try and leave it at work. Try not to let him affect who you are out of work.' Jason loved Tyrone for trying to make him feel better. He had been a good friend and confidant since they started work at the same time on the production line. Tyrone had even celebrated almost as hard as Jason himself when Jason got promoted to foreman; even though it meant that Jason was then Tyrone's boss. Tyrone did not care that Jason was always one step ahead of him on the career ladder. He always supported his friend. 'You gotta look on the bright side Jason.' Tyrone had wicked little smile on his face. 'Is there one?' 'Hell yeah. You get to spend all day in the office with his hot wife.' This was true. The new boss had what could best be described as a trophy wife. She was an ex model and she was stunning. She was also his PA and so was in the same open plan office as Jason and the rest of the lead team. 'Man, I could tap that...if only I had a few hundred grand more in the bank.' This finally raised a laugh from Jason. 'Anyway man. On a happier subject, how's the baby making going. You know I am always interested in your sex life.' Tyrone had that wicked smile again and despite the hollow feeling deep inside Jason could not help smiling at Tyrone's cheek. He had never hidden his opinion that Angela, Jason's wife, was an attractive woman. Although Tyrone thought that almost anyone in a skirt was an attractive woman. Tyrone's opinion never threatened Jason; he knew his friend was just being cheeky and Tyrone got way more action than Jason had ever had; Tyrone was a serious player. Jason's smile faded quickly and he took another long gulp of his beer and shook his head. 'Aww shit man. Not another dry patch? I thought she wanted a baby.' Tyrone was well aware of the many dry patches in Jason and Angela's sex life. Jason and Tyrone had always been very open with each other. The lack of sex was the one thing in Jason's life that got him down; that was until his new boss started of course. 'Man. You would think that she never wanted kids the way she acts. It has been almost three months now. There is never a right time with Ange. I don't know what to do.' Jason and Angela had never had an explosive sex life. They had been together for thirteen years now and they had never had sex more than twenty times in any one year. Jason had reluctantly got used to it and accepted it but he did not like it. His acceptance was bearable because the rest of his life was, generally, great. 'Have you tried taking control?' 'Nah man. Really not her thing.' Tyrone quickly changed the subject, not wanting his friend to get into a deeper funk. They spent the next hour or so drinking and chatting about sport. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 A week later Jason was called into his new boss's office. Jason was a slight man. He was in good shape, with well toned muscles and an expensive hair cut but he had always had a small five foot seven frame. He felt dwarfed next to the six foot six frame of his new boss. 'Sit down Jason.' He ordered. 'I have been digging further and have found the next set of dead wood we need to get rid of.' He handed Jason a small piece of paper. 'Once these last five are gone we can start to rebuild on a solid foundation of hard working talent. You have until the end of the day.' Jason looked at the list and he felt an instant knot in his stomach. The first name on it was Tyrone's. 'Err, Sir. I think there must be some mistake. Surely we are not letting Tyrone go. He has been with the company as long as me and he works really hard.' 'No mistake. You have until the end of the day. Make it happen.' 'But Sir...' His boss raised his voice menacingly. 'Jason. Make it happen or add your name to the list. The choice is yours.' Jason left with his head hanging down. How could he break it to Tyrone? Would it be better to quit? He knew he could not; his mortgage was large and at thirty eight Angela and Jason certainly did not want to downsize; they enjoyed the benefits that Jason's senior role brought them. He decided to do it early; give himself chance to recover during the rest of the day Tyrone had always been supportive and a good friend; surely he would at least understand Jason's predicament. The feeling in Jason's stomach suggested otherwise. Ten minutes later Tyrone walked into the little meeting room Jason had booked. 'Hey what's up man?' 'Tyrone. I have just been in to see the boss.' Tyrone was all smiles. 'Did you check out missus boss's legs? I bet you did.' 'Tyrone, please. Your name was on the last list.' Tyrone's demeanour changed instantly. He was a big black man; Jason's only black friend; but he seemed to grow another six inches as he leaned a little close to Jason with rage in his eyes. 'YOU CANNOT FUCKING FIRE ME.' 'Tyrone, calm down please. You know it is not me. I have no choice. I tried to get him to change his mind but he threatened to fire me as well.' 'YOU FUCKING COWARD. YOU AGREED TO FIRE ME TO SAVE YOUR SKINNY ASS. YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING REGRET THIS MAN. I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS. I WAS SO FUCKING WRONG. YOU DO NOT GET TO FIRE ME WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES.' Tyrone stormed out. Jason was utterly deflated and a little scared. He had never seen Tyrone so aggressive; especially to him. Jason knew that he had lost the best friend he had ever had. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2 After firing another four people Jason looked like a broken man as he walked out of the office block and made his way to the parking lot. It was dark and so he did not notice two big black men dressed all in black sitting in the back seat of his Mercedes until he was in the driver's seat. He went to say something but did not get chance. One of the men grabbed him roughly and placed a strong smelling rag over his face. Jason guessed it was chloroform just before he passed out. Jason gradually began to regain consciousness. Something felt wrong; he could not move his hands or feet. Then his mind flicked back to the car and he started to panic. Where the hell was he? Who the hell were those two men? His eyes eventually caught up with his consciousness and opened. He was surprised to find himself in his lounge but he was very tightly bound to one of his dining chairs and there was a painfully tight gag in his mouth. Although it was not these things that made Jason terrified. The site before him was his wife sitting on their sofa crying and looking terrified whilst sitting next to her was Tyrone with a big threatening grin on his face. On either side of Jason were the two big black men; one had a big wire cutter in his hand. It was only then that Jason realised that he was almost completely naked. The only thing he had on was a very unfamiliar solid metal contraption where he usually wore his boxer shorts. Whilst he had never actually seen one before he knew that he had been placed in some kind of heavy duty chastity device. He was really worried now. Tyrone's familiar voice rang out. 'So the cowardly shit has woken up.' 'Oh God. Tyrone please let him go. Please don't hurt him,' Angela begged through her tears. 'You know he had no choice. He did not want to fire you.' 'YOU REALLY DO NOT FUCKING LISTEN DO YOU? I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP OR THERE WOULD BE CONSEQUENCES. WELL YOU ASKED FOR IT.' Tyrone's bellows were terrifying. Angela immediately fell silent. Tyrone nodded to the man with the wire cutter. The man made his way to the front of Jason, who felt a fresh surge of terror. He tried to brace himself. He was so scared he felt a warm liquid collecting inside his chastity device; he had pissed himself. The big black man placed the jaws of the wire cutters around one of Jason's little toes. 'Oh please no. I will be good I promise,' Angela begged. 'Sorry, too late.' With the slightest of nods to his companion the jaws of the wire cutter closed; removing Jason's right little toe. The pain was instant and intense; like nothing he had ever felt before. He tried to scream but the gag prevented it. Angela was weeping uncontrollably into her hands. Jason was covered from head to toe with sweat. It took him several minutes to recover sufficiently to be aware of what was going on. Tyrone spoke. 'So Jason, Angela. This is what is going to happen. Jason has fired me. He acted like the cowardly tool that he is. He needs to be taught a lesson. I have been a good friend to him. I have listened to him endlessly moan about how you hardly ever fuck him.' Despite her fear and crying she could not help flashing Jason an angry look. How could he have talked to Tyrone about their sex life. 'To be honest I do not know why he stayed with you. Yeah, you are hot but so are lots of girls. Thirteen years of frigidity, damn. Even when you are supposed to be having a baby you don't let him in your panties. Tell me Angela, why?' 'I..errr...I don't know what to say.' 'Tell me the truth or something else gets cut off your beloved Jason.' 'Well I guess I am just not in the mood much. I must have a low libido.' She felt humiliated but desperately wanted to protect Jason. 'Hmm. Interesting. Why is that I wander? Is it because he never makes you cum?' 'He does. Every time.' 'I am not sure I believe you. I mean if he rocked your world every time he fucked you then you would be begging for more. I think you are lying.' He gave one of his nods to the man with the cutters. Angela panicked. 'No, no stop. Okay, I do not cum much when we make love.' 'What the hell does that mean?' 'Well I do get a slight tingling all over when I orgasm but it is not powerful.' 'Girl that is not what I call cumming.' The cutters were withdrawn but Jason was still in immense pain and now he was being humiliated by Tyrone. 'I think we have got to the bottom of the problem. Jason man. You are just no good in the sack. And with that pathetic excuse for a cock I am not surprised. Now, Angela, tell me...how many men have you fucked?' 'Only one before Jason.' 'Oh a nice clean girl?' He laughed. 'So was he bigger than Jason. Remember I will know if you are lying.' 'Yes he was.' 'How much bigger?' 'About two inches.' 'It must have been a bit of a disappointment the when Jason finally got you to agree to fuck him. So did this other man make you cum harder than little Jason? Be honest or something else gets cut off.' 'Oh God. I am sorry Jason. Yes he did make me orgasm harder than Jason does.' This was just another dagger to Jason's heart. How much worse could this day get? 'I bet you fucked him a lot more than you fuck Jason. Tell me how much you fucked him.' 'Well....errr...we...err...we had sex every day.' Jason was stunned; he had no idea. He felt betrayed; how could she give him so little when her only other boyfriend got so much? 'Holy shit. You hear this Jason? How long were you with him?' 'About three years.' Angela was still sobbing. She knew this was hurting Jason more than the physical pain but she could not let them cut more bits off her man. 'Oh man. Jason do you realise that she fucked her last boyfriend way more times than she is ever gonna fuck you in your entire life? You fucking loser.' Tyrone and his buddies laughed heartily. 'Anyway, enough of this fun. Let's get down to business. Jason's punishment for betraying me. Here's what's gonna happen. Angela, you are going to willingly give yourself to me every evening until I make you pregnant. Then you will both raise my baby. However, the baby must always know who the father is. Everyone in your families must know that I am the man who fathers your children. Every night my boys will pick up Jason after work and take him somewhere safe. Angela, you will send me a text message inviting me round and we will fuck as long as we can. If you get some silly ideas and try and stop me then my boys will cut more bits of Jason off. There are just two more rules. Jason must never ever have any intimate contact with you again Angela and you two must never split up. For hygiene sake my boys will let Jason out of his cage for five minutes each evening so he can clean himself properly. Welcome to your new life. Now, Angela it is over to you and make sure that Jason sees you enjoying a real man's cock.' Jason and Angela were both stunned. Jason felt that his life was over. Neither of them saw any way out. Jason knew that he would no longer be the person who has been inside Angela the second most number of times. He knew that Tyrone would over take him. Angela just felt numb. She knew she had no choice but to offer herself to this brute. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3 On Tyrone's instruction Angela got up and slipped off her dress to reveal her body. She was in good curvy shape; not completely toned but certainly desirable. Gravity had not really taken effect yet despite her thirty eight years on the Earth. She was bright red with embarrassment as all four men in the room looked at her body. She closed her eyes as she removed her bra and panties; the humiliation was almost unbearable. She walked over to Tyrone and began to remove his pants. She pulled out his cock and her eyes opened wide; it was big, very big. He must have been at least four inches bigger than Jason and much much thicker. Jason was stunned by how big Tyrone was. He knew that he would reach places in Angela that Jason could only dream of; that he would be able to do things to her that he just could not. He began to sob. 'Before you start I want you turn to Jason and tell him what you want me to do with you...and make it good.' Angela turned and tried to ignore the fact that the two big black men flanking Jason had their eyes fixed on her hairy pussy; she was neat but certainly hairy. She took a deep breath and began to talk. She was terrified that they would cut more off Jason and she knew that Tyrone wanted her to humiliate Jason so she went for it 'Jason. I want Tyrone to stick that big black cock deep in my pussy. I want him to reach places you are just too small to reach. I want him to make me cum like you never have. And I want him to plant his seed in my womb so that we can finally have a baby.' Jason could not bring himself to make eye contact as she spoke her viscous words. All he could hear was Tyrone laughing. 'You know what Jason?' Tyrone laughed. 'I am sure she meant absolutely none of that but give her a little time and she will mean every word. Now come over here and show me how you married white girls kiss.' Angela was scared and nervous. Like many white girls she had had her fair share of BBC fantasies but now she was faced with the reality. She was really angry with Tyrone and disgusted at what they had done to Jason but deep down there was a little stirring. She hated herself for the feeling but put it down to the complete control and confidence that Tyrone exuded; that and his beautiful big cock. She climbed on Tyrone and straddled him. She leaned in and they started to kiss deeply, passionately. Tyrone played with her ample tits and in no time at all Angela could feel her body betraying her; she was getting wet. A few seconds later Tyrone felt the wetness. He looked over at Jason. 'Man she is practically gushing here. She really wants it.' Almost involuntarily Angela started grinding her pussy slightly against Tyrone's muscular torso. The mixture of fear, anger and fantasy-made-reality combined to make her suddenly very horny. She kissed Tyrone harder, deeper. He knew she was ready so he flipped her over so she was lying on her back on the couch. He climbed on top and guided his rock hard cock into Angela's pussy. 'Oh God.' She murmured as he pushed himself all the way in. Tyrone stopped when he was fully inside her. 'Tell him what it feels like.' 'Oh Jason. I feel so full. It feels amazing. I really love you but I am sorry I will not be able to sop myself cumming hard with this inside me.' Jason felt dead inside. This was his life now; a celibate cuckold whilst his wife gets pleasured daily by a bigger better man. Tyrone started to fuck Angela hard and fast. He went full depth with every stroke; exciting her clitoris constantly. It took just two minutes for Tyrone to give Angela her first proper orgasm in over thirteen years. 'OH MY FUCKING GOD. YES. YES. YES. HARDER. FASTER. YESSSSS' Jason had never heard Angela like this before. He was so jealous; he wanted to kill himself. Angela's body shook uncontrollably as Tyrone managed to keep her climax going of an unfeasibly long time. She was breathless by the time she calmed down but she did not want him to stop. She began pumping hard against Tyrone's powerful thrusts. Another three minutes of hard fast fucking later she began to get close to another incredible orgasm as she felt Tyrone's muscles contract as he began to pump huge quantities of his black seed into her waiting womb. He pushed her over the edge and they both orgasmed loudly as her womb got fuller. Tyrone rolled off Angela. 'Tell him how I compared to him. Tell him whose cock your pussy belongs to now.' This time what Angela said felt different. She did feel guilty about saying it but this time her guilt was as a consequence of her meaning what she was saying. 'Jason. That was amazing. So much better than any sex we have ever had. So much better than any sex I have ever had. I am glad that thing is caging your little cock because the only cock I ever want in me from now on is Tyrone's. My pussy belongs to him now.' Jason felt utterly destroyed, especially as he actually believed what she was saying. He knew she had no choice but they way she said what she said was just too believable. He really wanted to end it all. As is Tyrone could read his mind he said, 'Jason man. I appreciate that this is not what you wanted from life and you might be considering suicide right now but do not do it. If you do Angela will suffer.' His tone of voice left Jason with no doubt that he meant it. All he could do was try and switch off as Angela got onto her knees and began sucking Tyrone's cock back to life; readying him for round two as his cum leaked down her thighs. Jason had to bear another three hours of his wife having hard fast sex with Tyrone. He lost count of the number of orgasms she had. Each time they had sex it took Tyrone longer to cum. The last time he fucked her that night; the fifth time; he was inside her for over forty five minutes making her cum more than eight times. By the time the men left Angela was utterly spent. Despite Jason's attempted pleas to untie him she just collapsed onto the couch and fell asleep. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 4 The next morning they both woke up. Jason started to cry straight away. Angela could not look him in the eyes. She felt ashamed of how she behaved but she could not help being excited by the prospect of Tyrone's cock being inside her again that night. She untied Jason. 'I am so sorry sweetie. How is your foot?' Jason felt angry. He knew his anger was mainly directed at Tyrone but he felt betrayed by Angela's enjoyment of the sex. 'It fucking kills. At least you had your fun.' 'Oh Jason don't be like that. I had no choice.' 'Don't give me that. You were really into it. You were fucking another man right in front of me without the slightest thought for me.' Tyrone's Revenge She started to cry. 'Oh Jason please don't. I only had sex with him because he would have cut something else off if I didn't' 'I know but you did not have to enjoy it so much...and don't tell me you were faking it.' 'I am so sorry Jason. He was just, well, very good at it and my body reacted. I guess we will have to get used to it.' 'Fuck that. I am going to the police.' 'Oh no Jason, don't do that.' She sounded scared. She was not sure which feeling was stronger. The fear of the violent consequences or the fear that she would not be made to feel as good as she did last night again. Jason knew that she was right. He departed to dress his wound and get himself ready for work. He had to wear his loosest suit to try and hide the chastity belt. He left for work without so much as saying goodbye to Angela. Jason remained in a daze all day. He was fortunate to not have to come into contact with his new boss. All he could do was flash back to the sight of Angela fucking Tyrone; he felt so very sad and lonely. At five o'clock he trudged out of the building and started to make his way to the car lot. About half way there the two big black men saw him and waved him over. They acted like they were greeting an old friend so as not to raise any suspicion. They led him down a side street and into a car. They slipped a bag over his head and told him to lie down. Meanwhile Angela was following her instructions and was texting Tyrone. 'I need u in me right now.' Ten minutes later Tyrone knocked on the door; Angela let him in and they kissed. 'You missed me baby girl?' Angela nodded and moved in for another kiss. Tyrone stopped her. He played with his phone and placed it on the coffee table. 'I would not want Jason to miss the action,' he laughed. Across town Jason was forced to watch Angela having hard, fast, passionate and fulfilling sex with Tyrone. They fucked another five times. Tyrone had already fucked his wife more times than he had this year. However, by far the worst feeling was as a result of Angela's obvious enjoyment of the sex. He knew he would have to get used to those feelings as his life was now that of a forced cuckold and there was not a thing he could do about it. By the time he got home Angela was again naked and collapsed on the couch. He was momentarily transfixed by the sight of Tyrone's cum slowly oozing out of his wife's well used pussy. He thought about touching her intimate areas but realised he was too scared to attempt it in case Tyrone found out. Maybe he really was a coward. He went to bed and cried himself to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~ Epilogue For the next six weeks Jason had to endure the nightly sex shows put on by Angela and Tyrone; never less than three hours each. Angela had never had so much sex in her life and she felt amazing. Her guilt had finally withered to almost non-existence about a week ago and her whole life now was about the amazing sex with Tyrone. She tested herself for pregnancy every Saturday morning. She peed on the stick and waited for the result. She screamed with delight when she saw it was positive. She ran out of the bathroom and told Jason. He had mixed feelings. He was sad and jealous that another man had made his wife pregnant; he was scared of what his friends and family would think and say when they find out that he was a cuckold and that she uses another man for her sexual needs; he was humiliated by the thought of the looks that the doctors and nurses would give him in the delivery room when she gave birth to a black baby; but he also felt a strange kind of hope. Now that she was pregnant maybe Tyrone would stop having sex with her. Maybe his punishment was finally over. He was being naive. Tyrone got round to their house fifteen minutes later and he and Angela embraced and kissed passionately. Jason left as they started to remove each other's clothes but he could not block out the sound of Angela's blissful power-orgasms. An hour later he ventured back downstairs and Tyrone called him in. 'Jason. You will look after my precious treasure now won't you?' 'Yes.' Jason could not look at them sitting there naked fondling each other's bodies. 'You'd better.' He then turned his attention to Angela. 'Well I guess we may need to start being more careful. We don't wanna hurt the baby. I guess we'll have to break in that sweat ass of yours.' Jason's heart sank; Angela just smiled at Tyrone. 'You know it is safe to have sex during pregnancy.' 'Yeah well. I have been wanting to sample that fine ass ever since I first saw it. Don't worry though, I'll be gentle; you'll love it. I promise.' 'Not too gentle I hope,' Angela giggled. Jason's head dropped. His life was a living hell and now he would have to raise Tyrone's baby and everyone he cared about would know he was a cuckold. The problem was that everyone would think that he was doing it by choice because Tyrone would not let him tell anyone that he was forced into it. He was well and truly stuck. To be continued?