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Broken In Ch. 01

By: ghostriter



Jarred woke up earlier than usually, naked and in a yawning stretch, he steps in front of his bedroom mirror. 

Tall, dark hair, built, and very handsome with chestnut brown eyes, high cheek bones, strong jaw, and thick plump lips. The perfectly soft, light dusting of body hair that covers his body is the icing on his cake. 

He's conceited, to be sure. He narcissistically admires his toned, muscular body, blowing a kiss at himself and smiling. He occasionally works as a fitness model, loves to go clubbing, and his good looks and hot body provide him a lot of interesting opportunities. 

He works as a personal trainer in a gym nearby during the day. That type of job keeps his schedule open but still pays well enough to support his lifestyle. Sometimes he gets big tips if he fucks a client. He uses the facilities to work out regularly and is very vane about his appearance. 

As stares into his reflection in his bedroom mirror, he performs his morning ritual. He turns to the side to check his profile and, sure enough, there it is, his high and tight, meaty, round, bubble butt. It's his favorite part of his anatomy and he loves when it gets attention.

He plays with it when he masturbates alone, nothing too intense, but enough know to it feels amazing to work his prostate. A finger or two never hurt anyone. No one needs to know. Sometimes he lies in bed and caresses the sensitive skin of his meaty, full cheeks, giving himself goose bumps. He even gave himself the occasional enema, and gets off hard to the feeling of shooting liquid on his prostate.

He displays his miraculous buns proudly in tight briefs, thongs, jock straps, and trunks (he thinks boxers or boxer briefs are of the devil). He's mostly straight, has hooked up with men before, some clients who pay well and some local fags who love to choke on dick, so he's open to male on male contact, but it's very rare. He's just a kinky straight guy who loves to find 'em, fuck 'em, and forget 'em. 

He's an exhibitionist of the most debauched nature too, the type of guy who runs in tight spandex outfits on the street without a jock or under gear, bends over excessively to show off his ass to whomever he thinks might appreciate it, and walks around the locker room naked for ten minutes after his work out talking with guys who eye fuck his fat ass and long, thick cock before actually hitting the sauna or showers.

He's headed into the city today to see about a modeling gig. He has it on good authority that he's a shoe in for the job. They're look for a guy with a superb ass like his, so he exits his bedroom early and walks down the hall, naked as usual, and slips into the bathroom for his morning shower where he'll take extra care to cleanse and feel his pretty bubble all over. He ogles himself in the bathroom mirror for a while, flexing and posing in preparation for the audition while the water heats up.

He shares the upstairs two bedroom apartment of a two-story house in a nice quiet suburb with a guy he met at the gym, Darnell. Again, Jarred isn't gay, but Darnell is carved from stone, straight out of a rap video. The two regularly joke around when they catch each other naked in the apartment, cat calling and admiring how fucking built the other is while trying to maintain their hetero air of authority. 

Darnell works in construction and maintains an unequaled musculature. He looks like a thug porn star, only bigger, and carries around a horse cock that puts Jarred's own huge, white missile to shame. Jarred had a lot of respect for Darnell for out of all he had been through in one piece. He was, like everybody else, amazed at the size of his cock and giant, bulky frame, but he was also a very supportive friend and tried to help the guy out at every opportunity.

Darnell's an exhibitionist too. Often seen around the apartment in nothing but a skull cap and black socks, with a thick, long, rude-looking cock swaying to the beat of whatever tight as hell rap song he's into at the moment while he grabs some food, or watches TV, or even lays out in the back yard listening to music and smoking blunts. He, like Jarred, loves to show off his stuff.

He comes from one of the city's worst ghettos and escaped to the 'burbs to live a quiet life and fuck fat asses. He tells himself he's bisexual, but his preference for men is undeniable. Unfortunately for black men from his world, he's had to hide out as a 'down low brother', and when he moved to the 'burbs and got out he just never dropped the habit. A lot of gay, black men live in sexual secrecy because of this and are pushed to the extreme as far as gay scenes go, Darnell was no exception.

Darnell didn't mind all too much, it's made him more dominant and aggressive, and there had been a whole lot of white boys who have taken the brunt of his abuse, but at least he never had to jerk off. There was always a white boy bottom bitch or even a white girl to take care of his swollen nuts. And swollen they certainly were, if his horse cock was impressive, his balls were doubly so, Jarred thought they looked like a bag of two lemons in a sack, and laughed his ass off when he first caught Darnell in the showers at the gym. Jarred considered that horse cock and those testicles a curiosity.

Darnell mistook Jarred for as just another bottom bitch at first, and wanted him bad, but after the two talked for a while they became buddies, and then work out partners and good friends, and then, when Jarred admitted his frustration with his current girlfriend and his need for a new place to live, roommates. Darnell actually really liked the situation they were in, both of the guys were happy where they were and with their friendship.

They would have parties there that ended up in both men getting laid and trashed, and where as Darnell wished he could host more of his down low boys in his apartment and have some wild gay orgies, he was more than satisfied suffering through having two big booty white girls slurp and ride his meat all night, if he got bored he would just turn them over and pretend they were white boys.

On this particular day Darnell was pretty frustrated, it was the first time in years that hadn't been able to find someone to take his load for over a week and his balls were aching for release. As he wakes up he looks down at his butt naked form, admires himself, and grabs his painful swollen balls and squeezes them, then realizes that he really had to piss and walks over to the bathroom, hearing his roommate in there showering.

::knock knock::

"Yo man, I gotta go badly, can I get in?"

No response.

Darnell waits a second or two and then says fuck it and heads in there, he knew Jarred wouldn't mind if he came in to take a piss right quick. He closes the door behind him. The steam thins out where upon he bears witness to his roommate's amazing silhouette through the clear glass shower door under the spray of hot water, looking like a skin flick from late night TV, handling a 8 ½ inch rock hard weapon while two of his fingers dig far too deep up his ass crack for him to just to be scratching an itch.

Danrell stands there for a minute in silence, truly shocked at his roommate and how he's handling that ass. Jarred has one leg up on the edge of the shower, and is methodically pumping his fingers into his boy pussy at the same rate he jerking his cock. The sight, as far as Darnell is concerned, is spellbinding. This is like a fantasy that has come true and all of a sudden he thinks maybe this white boy is in the closet, or at least bi. 

"Yo, I gotta piss, dawg," says Darnell grinning like a kid in a candy store. 

"Holy fuck!! What the fuck, D? Did you see anything?" asks Jarred, slipping his out of his ass and turning his back bashfully to his roommate, embarrassed for the first time in a long time.

"Yeh man, I seen you jerking off that tiny dick and digging up in that asspussy, son!! Hahahahaha! I didn't know you get down like that, bitch!" taunts Darnell as he scratches his ass and walks over to toilet.

Jarrell takes a deep breath, turns the hot water down, and open the glass door a little just in time to catch Darnell's uncut horse dick let loose a proud, piping hot, steaming stream of piss. The urine strikes the water with a loud steady bass sound. Jarred, always one to appreciate physical beauty, remains raging hard staring at Big D's thick meat in wonder as his puckered rings spasms.

Distract from the show he murmurs out, "Shut up, Darnell. You know I'm a freak, man."

He grabs the liquid soap and starts to lather up as the two men look at each other and think nasty thoughts. Jarred tries to shake it off as just in the moment but his cock remains painfully erect. With the shower door slightly open Jarred turns in a sexy pose to show Darnell his profile, jutting out his meaty ass while Darnell handles his veiny, onyx pipe and cradles his obscene balls, "You alright, Big D? You look... I dunno, man, pissed or something," says his perceptive roommate, trying to change the subject and forget about his shame. 

"It's all good man, I just haven't been able to nut in a while, I had a bitch on her way over here last night, but she ain't come thru, man," lies Darnell. In truth it was an effeminate 18 year old white boy from the local high school, teasing the big black stud and then getting cold feet the last minute when the boy realized that he would have to actually have to take that cock in his tight, virgin holes.

Darnell's python runs out of piss and starts to lengthen as he unabashedly holds it tight with his fist, enamored at the sight of his roomie's perfect buttocks, shiny and wet, which call out to him like an oasis in the desert, 'Damn, if I could just in that good damn white asspussy. I could drop this nut real quick,' thinks the thug.

Jarred has been watching too, and sees the bloated scrotum of his friend and feels pity for him. 'Damn, that does looks bigger than usual,' he thinks, 'that must be painful as all hell.' Jarred is feeling charitable. He's always been casual about group sex, doesn't mind being naked around people, and loves helping out Darnell, who he knows would never hurt him in any way. 

"I know you don't jerk off, Big D, and I know you wanna release that nut before you gotta head to work..." Jarred stops speaking and slides the glass door open the rest of the way, nodding his head back to invite his roommate in the shower with him, "I'll help you out, man."

"You sure, dawg? I mean..." and Big D waves the semi-hard nightstick at his roommate with a crooked eyebrow as if to say, 'look at this thing, you really want to take responsibility for this?' 

"Yeh man, nothing gay, I know what you like, man, I've seen you fuck all those bitches all night. Get in here and stop talking. Let me help you out, bro. Just don't tell anyone, ok?" Jarred feels like being a little kinky this morning and he's been in threesome's with this guy before, spit-roasting local ladies till both men cream hard, so what would it hurt to help his friend out this time?

Darnell steps into the shower faster than Jarred expects and the two men rub against each other in the slightly cramped space. Darnell's shoulder bumps into Jarred's firm chest, pressing him against the tiled wall, the spray of water ricocheting off them both as Darnell reaches back and closes the glass door, sealing them both inside.

Jarred reaches over and bends down to adjust the heat of the water back up, his head almost at Darnell's hip level, giving Big D a perfect view of the muscular, glistening, white boy cheeks as his cock jumps like a rodeo bull. Jarred, in leaning down, comes closer to the titanic genitals than ever before, smelling its strong African musk through the heat for the first time. 

Jarred's cock notices the foul fragrance and reaches full erection as his loosened, still-tingling anus twitches. 'God damn, Darnell's cock smells potent as hell. How the hell do girls stand sucking on that thing for hours like that' ponders Jarred as he takes in the stench of black dick. Something about that musk starts to make his mouth water but he ignores it.

The two men check each other out for a second, paranoid and turned on in the taboo setting as Jarred reaches for the body wash and pours a generous amount in his hand. He adjust Darnell's bulky frame to face directly in front of him and then reaches down to slather the slick gel onto the 10 inch beer can beauty. Darnell takes a deep breath and relaxes at the touch, already far more calm knowing that he'll have this relief of intense pressure in his balls.

Jarred notices how the black man's foreskin pulls down as the white boy, for the first time ever, grasps a black man sexually and lubes up the chocolate pole with apple-scented liquid. Jarred might actually be straight, but he committed to something huge, literally and figurative, that he doesn't fully comprehend. Playing around in the same room with different people is one thing, but willingly offering to give pleasure to a closeted black man like Darnell is a whole other animal.

Jarred's other hand comes down and cradles the giant bull balls, just like he knows he should, feeling their weight as he start to pump his buddy's penis. Both men looks down, watching the show intently and notice the glaring difference in skin tone and how beautiful it looks, how the dark black complexion compliments the pale beige, the juxtaposition of the white hand around the thick, coal black dick.

Jarred slides his hand down to root and lets the swollen sack go, the dark swelling scrotum falls under the dick pulling the skin of the cock down. Darnell's piss slit makes an appearance as the foreskin draws backs from the glans. Jarred could swear he saw it wink right at him. 

The white boy brings his hand up to the helmet of his roommate's penis, pressing his palm into the fleshy tip of the spear and rotating it slowly in a circle while his other hand gently continues stroking the shaft.

"God damn, man. You're really good at this... I ain't gon last too long, Jay." Darnell is really turned on. He mistakes his roommate's open-minded spirit and kinkiness as a willingness to get it on with black men and starts tensing up his chest and abs, straightening his back to display his larger dominant size to the slightly smaller, masculine white boy who's serving him.

"Thanks D. Not for nothing, man, but your cock and body look amazing," the two men stare into each other's eyes for a long moment. Darnell's eyes are glazed over with lust and Jarred's eyes are smiling, his mouth is wearing a wicked, knowing smirk and his cock remains hard as hell from his own jerk session earlier, spurred on by this taboo act, still oblivious to the storm of attraction his black friend feels for him.

'I'm really getting this guy off, this is... this is... this is fucking awesome!' thinks the white boy, 'Maybe I can get into this with Darnell once in a while, no reason for him to have to be so pent up if all it takes is 5 minutes of tugging this awesome cock in the shower. What's the harm in helping out my friend, especially if I get to play with this fucking thing?' 

Jarred's really is having fun now. As the water blasts over both of them Jarred pulls both fists together and double fist pumps the big black cock. He's bouncing up and down, his ass cheeks jiggling from the force of the hard stroking, taunting Darnell who can't stop thinking of pounding his horse meat deep inside his friend.

A piece of ass on Jarred's level, if you really want to own it properly, is something to invest time and patience in, in order to lock it down for good. For now, this hand job will more than have to do. It's actually more than Big D could've hope for, the perfect precursor to breaking in the young white stud's tight holes properly. 

This way, Jarred gets to see what he's getting into up close. He gets to spray the white boy down with his fat load, Darnell can see if Jarred knows how to handle BBC or needs training, and if all goes wrong he can just say the whole thing was all Jarred's idea from the start.

Squelching sounds reverberate off the bathroom walls, both men breathing hard, and Darnell's groans louder now, "Yeh, bro," and then a few seconds later, "keep on jerking off that big, fat dick, Jay". Darnell takes a deep breath to hold back his load another couple seconds, "You like Big D's big D, white boy?"

"Fuck yeh, man. I wanna see this thing shoot off!"

Jarred brings his palm back up onto the tip, sensing the end is near, and forms a cup with his fingers, enveloping the fleshy cock head which fills his entire hand and then twisting it around to increase the friction, as he's doing this he tightens his grip at the base of the black column and pumps hard and fast.

"Oh Dayamn! Oh fuck yeh, bitch!!" and all of sudden Darnell's gay instincts take over. His big paws come down on either side of his friends bulging ass cheeks with a stinging smack. His biceps pop out as he grabs both globes, extending his long arms, squeezing them into an iron grip and forcing the white boy against the wall with a thud. 

Jarred's upper body has to lean forward slightly to keep jerking off the massive black stud. His eyes goes wide and his jaw drops at the development, realizing for the time how much bigger this black man is than him and exactly what he's doing in here as the Nubian former street thug starts to reach climax.

"Here's it come, Jay. Here it come. Jerk that that big nigga dick, white boy!"

Jarred continues his manipulations, removes his hand from the head of the prick, and goes back to double fisting his buddy and leans down even further towards the BBC in doing so, looking down from Darnell's face, curious to witness what it looks when the giant black man ejaculates. 

Darnell, who has his eyes shut tight get's lost in the cloud of euphoria as his friend helps him empty his balls. Jarred's gripping the shaft tighter now and pumping faster as the Goliath cock extends to its final muscle contraction and bursts open a massive blast of cum straight upwards.

Jarred, looking down directly over the erupting BBC, still has his mouth hanging agape due the way Big D shockingly grabbed his ass, the extreme kinkiness of the scene, and the spectacle of gay wonder in which he's taking part. Darnell seems to be trying to crush his ass cheeks squeezing as hard as he can, and the first jet of cum fires upwards directly into Jarred's mouth, over his thick, plump lips, onto his tongue, and filling the cave of his mouth to the rim.

Jarred snaps his jaw shut the instant the massive rope of cum is secure in his mouth, soaking his taste buds, and reflexively swallows down the thick, yolky syrup as Darnell screams like a victorious warrior, eyes still shut and ignorant to his roommates calamity, lost in some far off place. 

Jarred's mouth and throat are now coated with sperm,"Awwwwwkkkkk," cries the white boy as he wretches.

His torso violently humps forward as he gags hard, sticking his tongue out to try to deny what just happened, bringing his mouth within inches of the offending meat stick. Comically, another even larger rope of semen is rocketed into his mouth as Darnell continues to drain, but this time it's in a direct line to the back of his throat due his close proximity and his tongue's extension.

Time slows down to an almost standstill as this happens, and Jarred, now imbibed on the flavor of African seed, feels the rope of semen hit the back of his oral cavity with force, and like when you suck on a can of whipped cream directly from the spout, the warm cum fills his entire mouth from tonsil to lips. The force of the cream hitting the back of his mouth instinctively flexes the entrance to his throat and in a massive gagging swallow he takes down what has to be three or four shot glasses worth of Darnell's cum in one go. 


Broken In Ch. 01



Darnell squeezes each ass cheek like a vice and literally lifts the white kid up by his pert buns. This sends Jarred's upper body backwards to the tile wall for support and balance. Darnell's steel grip pulls apart the cheeks extra wide, not fully realizing the pain he's causing his horrified pal in the midst of his euphoric experience.

Jarred's asshole, already slightly stretched out from when his own insistent fingers were working his prostate, gapes open as he feels like his ass will tear in two from Darnell's brute strength. His emotions go into overload, his cocks lurches at the strong taste of Darnell in his mouth, and his prostate flexes hard, instantly affected by the opening of his anus and the sudden exposure to steamy hot air.

"Oh my god, man! Please!!" screams Jarred in pain and turns his head to the side to avoid another feeding of Darnell's cock juice as eruption after eruption of warm gooey seed coats Jarred's forehead and hair, then the side of his face, then his neck, then his chest, then his stomach, then his big, fat, white cock, and then the white boy's own big balls, each shot working its way down, coating Jarred's upper body completely, like a frosted donut.

Darnell feels his last good cum shot on the brink of explosion and needs to make sure he gets everything out at once. Nothing can be left over. He has to fire off this last powerful boiling hot geyser shot of semen to empty out and have complete satisfaction.

He bears down with legs, flexes his ass cheeks, and pumps his kegel muscle upwards as hard as he can, igniting the largest portion of Darnell's essence yet, an inadvertent effect of this is that he pulls the already tortured cheeks of Jarred's ass further apart, causing the skin of his ass crack to almost split in two as the white boy grunts in pain and pleasure, and wedging open his anus even further than ever before. 

If a camera had been there to see it, it would've caught this hose of white sperm fly out of a horse sized dick. The fluid, appropriately, cascades to just below Jarred nuts, perfectly aimed to catch the bottom curve of his ass cheeks, flying with great speed up towards the crack, and just as the gaping anus is spread two times as wide, it flies directly into the white boys untapped asshole, a perfect swish. A one in a million shot, the visual makes Jarred's asshole looks like a mouth opening wide to catch a fat stream of white fluid flowing from a high pressure hose.

Jarred starts shaking in shock at the sensation he just experienced, a firemen's horse sprayed disgusting, warm, thick, man jism, right up his stretched out ass, and directly against his prostate, hard with significant force, just like he likes it when he gives himself enemas. The act is so phenomenally taboo and unexpected that Jarred sucks in air as if he's just had the wind knocked out of him. Immediately after he receives his the cum enema his cock loses control. His hands are on Big D's shoulders now as he feels the half pint of goo moisturize his prostate and anal canal.

Darnell relaxes his grip on Jarred and as the white boy cheeks clamp shut he feels the sticky hot slime being forced up further into his guts and away the proper exit of his anus as his own cock erupts spraying Darnell in the chest a few times and then leaking the rest to the shower floor.

Jarred blacks out on his feet from orgasm and shock, wavering in the hot wet air, and falls forward into Darnell's arms, who catches him, holding him steady under the hot water till he comes too.

"Damn yo! My bad Jay, ha ha, you covered in that shit. Yo... you ok, man?" says Darnell as he rinses off Jarred's cum from his body.

"Yeh, thanks D," Jarred lets a massive funk-tasting burp, "Just lemme clean this fucking shit off me, please man" Jarred says humbled, humiliated, and trying not to cry.

The white boy is visibly pissed off and embarrassed, soaked head to ass in the black man cock juice, and has somehow taken a massive reserve of sperm inside of both ends of his body with even being penetrated. He's unable to look Big D in the eyes, yet he's staring at his big black cock and trying to figure out the sensation his squishy lubricated rectum is sending his utterly confused brain.

Darnell stands there for a minute, silent, wearing a wide, white-toothed grin, enjoying his win over is friend, and letting the kid get a good look at his dick until next time he'll serve it.

"Ayt man, no doubt. Thanks bro. You got mad skill handling nigga cock, by the way. That was the best hand job I ever got, Dawg! HAHAHAHA!!" bellows Darnell, teasing his cum soaked roommate and relishing in the major victory he just got over his cocky friend, who doesn't look like such a hot shot now, "catch you later , dawg."

Jarred finally catches Darnell's eyes and sees the flash of pride as the black man wink's at the shocked white boy, who's starts cleaning himself off again, and ends up having to rush out to go to the city with what feels like a gallon of his friends semen lodged up his ass and down his throat. 

The whole day he's distracted by what occurred that morning, both of his orifices saturated in Darnell's thick funky seed. It's the only thing he can taste all day, even after eating lunch, and by night fall he's actually used to it.

Meanwhile, the audition, which lasts all day, goes horribly. The whole thing revolves around his notoriously well built ass, and every movement causes him to feel the awkward squishy sensation up his butt. So in the middle of trying to pose, smile, give a fuck, and stick his ass out, he's repeatedly forced to come to grips with his actions and the fact that, like some fag, he took a man's cum up his ass and liked it enough to have a hands-free orgasm.

His distracted demeanor and strange attitude ends up costing him what would've been a very lucrative modeling gig. It turns out he spent 10 hours auditioning and roaming around the city, tasting and feeling like an African cum dump from both ends, only to be denied the gig. 

Karma is not on Jarred's side today.



Broken In Ch. 02



Jarred is on his way to the audition, jarred for sure, traumatized from the way Darnell had handled him and soaked the young white stud in his Nubian essence. When he starts to feel angry and used he realizes that it was his idea and that he, much to his chagrin, got off hard at the twisted scene.

Mess with the bull and you get the horns, and oh did Jarred get the horn. He got up close and personal with at coal black ten inch beer can thick horn, and while his ego was the only thing that got speared by it, something in his body awakened, like a kinky gay Kraken from a Leviathan's abyss.

Darnell spends all day on cloud nine while he labors away on the job site. He actually whistles to himself, and every once in a while he grabs his basket, feels the relief in his scrotum and smiles to himself, 'Jarred was so good to me, I need to return the favor. He gon be shook up from what I did do him, and I need to guide him through this easy. Feed him this dick real slow. He gon be turned out real nice.'

While Darnell ponder the rigors of gay diplomacy, domination, and fantasizes about sex with his roommate, his new bottom bitch, Jarred questions the taste of the black man's semen and the sore, tingling, and squishy sensations emanating from his ass.

The cum has a strong flavor, much stronger than his own. It's far more bitter, musky, and yolky, like egg whites. It's not as salty as women say it is, or at least Darnell's isn't. 'I guess different guys taste differently' thinks the curious white boy, who admits it was hot, but is still in a deep state of denial as to how turned on he was by the scene, how far he's willing to go in the future.

Bitter, musky, and yolky, for sure, but the texture of Darnell's spunk, unlike his own, is much thicker, and due to his big bull balls, there was so much more, an almost impossibly ridiculous amount. The cum seems to have numbed and coated his mouth, his throat, and stomach, and has such a potent lasting effect it's as if he can still taste it fresh from the BBC tap. 

Jarred hasn't been ignoring his ass and the fact that he's carrying around so much sperm in it that every moment makes him feel a squishy kind of motion inside his rectum, like water collected at the bottom of a row boat, the cum in his ass is gently rocking with the waves of his movement. 

He's never been so aware of sitting down before, as if his ass has become a separate entity that's very angry with him, trying to secede from the Union of Jarred's jarred body like Texas from the United States.

When he gets to the audition he's made to strip down and get naked. The photos will be nudes and clothed with underwear on this day, to get an idea of how he'll look for the real gig, and Jarred is ok with that, but he just wishes his ass didn't feel so funky or abused. When he gets naked and puts his perfect ass on display, the room goes deafly quiet.

The photographer starts referencing the state of Jarred's ass, who didn't realize how badly Darnell wrecked it. His cakes are bright red, with two massive hand print bruises that have to belong to someone huge, someone who's not Jarred. The photographer has Jarred get on all fours to inspect the mangled gluts closer.

While Jarred gets into position there's the now familiar squish, squish, from inside his anus, as the black man's seed adjusts inside Jarred to fill the shifting inner walls of his rectum. Jarred's ass crack is an even brighter shade of cherry red and it sports a distended, yet tightly sealed, asshole. 

The photographer chastises Jarred the whole time, first asking him if he's gay, and then asking if he was getting fucked up his ass all night and morning. The abuse looks really fresh and Jarred stammers out excuses, obviously lying about being homosexual and getting roughly taken.

It's no big deal to be gay as model, it's no big deal in the fashion industry for men to have rough homosexual encounters, a big percentage of male models are queer, but to show up to work afterwards looking like this is downright unprofessional.

Jarred is there all day, and his innards squish about with African semen the whole time, forcing him to repeatedly confront his actions and the consequences. With the intent focus on his defaced ass cheeks and the constant criticism, Jarred starts thinking about STD's, about how it would feel to take Darnell's cock up his ass, and what this development might do to his modeling career as the photographer gets on the phone with Jarred's agent and starts complaining that Jarred showed up having just been fucking by some giant.

Despite his unrelenting protestations, Jarred is mortified in embarrassment, and knows that he probably can't salvage this gig, but, as if the sore buttocks and cum-lubricated innards isn't already far too much to take, this photographer seems to delight in pointing out his tortured state and he repeatedly fights back tears. 

He comes to wish he hadn't taken that shit before showering. All least he'd be able to evacuate Darnell's seed from inside of himself. He remembers back to when he first got in the bathroom, and squatted on the toilet seat, instantly squeezing out a foot long snake of shit into the bowl in one hard push, how good it felt to get all the feces out of him and how proud of himself he was when he saw the long tube of crap coiled up at the bottom of the bowl, emptying the vacuous space to make room for spunk, spunk, and more spunk.

Ten agonizing hours later he's walking in the door and finds Darnel's there making himself a dinner in the kitchen area in his uniform black skull cap, black socks, and giant cock and balls, completely naked as per usual. The long thick shaft and heavy ball sack sways to the beat of Iggy Azalea's 'Pussy', and when Big D notices his new toy enter he grabs the tiny remote and pauses the track.

'Time to feel this bitch out,' he thinks, but Jarred avoids eyes contact with Darnell who says, "Yo, what up, Jay?" and Jarred replies flatly, "Nothing," and goes to quickly pass his roommate who's massive pumped up black arm reaches out and grabs hold of the white boy by his bicep.

"Yo man, don't be like that, it ain't no big deal unless you wanna make a big deal. We still boys, and..." Darnell tells himself he's just trying to calm Jarred, and that Big D 'don't catching feelings, "and... I care about you. You helping me out this morning, saving me lots of pain, dawg? I owe you big for that, so don't make this like we ain't tight no more. Feel me?"

Jarred wrenches his arm free, slightly hot and bothered by being so close to his friend's bulky nude frame and the offending cock in question, but also enraged. He confronts Darnell in a moment of frailty, "You know you destroyed my fucking ass when you grabbed it like... like some fucking animal, and that lost me the gig today, and everybody called me a gay all day and asked why I would show up to an audition looking... looking I had been fucked! There are fucking pictures of me looking like some ... some faggot!!!"

He slaps Darnell so hard and fast that the skin on Big D's face actually jiggles and the black man sees stars. Jarred covers his face with hands shaking, and starts sobbing, tears falling down his face through his fingers, "and if that's not the worst part," his screams miffled into his hands," you... you..." he can't continue, shaking and still unable to communicate the worst/best part of the shower ordeal. 

Darnell who was all ready to beat down this guy, unclenches his fists, his cruel sneer melts away at he sees his boy break down. Jarred's one of his closest compatriots. He steps towards him and hugs his roommate into his arms. He knows soon this gorgeous young stud hard is going be broken in hard, but Jarred is also a really cool white boy, no matter how conceited and arrogant he might be, he's has always had his back and genuinely wants Darnell to succeed.

Jarred tries to pull away and Darnell's whispers to him in a low baritone, "It's alright Jay, let it out, brother. I gotchu. I won't make fun of you. I know how you feel, I swear it. MOre than you can know. This is nothing gay man, no faggot shit. I care about you. I gotchu, man." 

Jarred mistakes Darnell's meaning as what it must be like to be a black man in such an oppressive society. He relaxes in the big naked man's beefy warm arms, feeling safe for the first time since Darnell harshly took advantage of his kindness in the shower, feeling protected in the strong, rock hard frame of his best friend. Both men try to control their engorging cocks due to the close body contact, Darnell takes a deep breath and wills himself soft while Jarred's heavy cock starts to lengthen.

"The worst part is... Oh God!" Jarred sobs again, rubbing his tear soaked face against the black man's shoulder and nuzzling Darnell for a moment, not realizing what this is doing to the big man, "You came in me. There. I said it. You came inside of me. FUCK!"

Darnell's eyebrows rise up, confused and not sure what Jarred means, "What you mean? We didn't..." 

Jarred interrupts, calming slightly down to explain looking up into Darnell's curious eyes, "No, but when you came it accidentally flew into my mouth, twice, and I swallowed both times by accident, like on instinct to avoid choking. There was so much, man. So much cum... And then... and then... fuck it. When you picked me up and spread my ass out you... you shot right up my ass. I have no idea how that's possible, I can still feel it in there, and I... I..." 

He presses against Big D in his moment of weakness, and inadvertently presses his body against the nude black flesh as his hard on rubs against Darnell's leg, "Darnell, I'm confused right now, how I feel, I feel like such a fucking bitch, like a freak, I don't think I'm gay, but all I taste and all is feel is what you... what you... I... I don't, I don't..."

"You liked it, didn't you?" asks Darnell, purring in his ear like Barry White, "Just like when you were fingering yourself this morning. It's alright man, to like that type of thing. I ain't judging you, Jay. We still boys."

Darnell's sounds so smooth, Jarred takes a massive gulp and a deep breath, "I think so, I do. I liked it, but I don't know if I can do it again, I know you're not gay, neither am I, and I don't want to lose your respect. I love pussy, but... I dunno. You can feel me right now, how hard I am. I thought you'd start beating the shit out how I just acted."

Darnell contains himself. This is too perfect. Jarred just essentially admitted that he wants Big D to be his Daddy, although the burgeoning bottom is scared, shaken, and doesn't even know what that means yet.

"Ayt Jay, I get it, man. I ain't gonna hurt your punk ass, yo. We boys, and I got yo back, even if you are... you know... even if you like to get with dudes once in a while." Darnell doesn't wait for a response, time for more fun. He steps back into kitchen area, turning off the stove, and grabbing two glasses and an E & J Brandy bottle in the cabinet as Jarred admires Darnell's strong back, big triceps, thick muscular ass cheeks, and tree trunk legs. 

Darnell starts to pour out two generous helpings, filling the Collins glasses to near the rim as Jarred starts to think about how good Darnell looks and how sweet a guy he is and as he does his mind, in a delicate state, starts to swoon.

He thinks about Darnell's taste and the fact that part of this man is inside of him right now.

This is the first moment when Jarred realizes that, given the right opportunity, he would explore gay sex with Darnell. Right now it's just a flash in his mind, but as he stares at the thick, meaty black ass, he can't but thinks about the taste of Big D's sperm, and his mouth waters, imagining what it would be like to be one of those lucky white girls, sucking that legendary dick, and maybe even, maybe even taking it up the...

"Here, drink this, dawg," Jarred takes a healthy swig immediately,"Nah, you need to finish that shit," and Jarred obediently chokes back the rest. Darnell finishes his own drink like its water and then refills both of their glasses, forcing more liquor into Jarred than he can handle on his empty stomach. Jarred had lunch, but not a lot being that he was on an audition and didn't want to look too fat. 

Oh sweet vanity.

"Come here," he grabs Jarred's free hand and leads him to the living room couch as the Brandy start to hit the developing bisexual white man. Darnell's standing in front of him which puts Jarred eye level to the cock that has occupied his thoughts all day. Both men are absolutely still for a long moment in the quiet room as Big D let's Jarred get a nice long look and makes sure his glass is full.

Jarred licks his lips thinking about how funky the big penis smelled this morning in the shower. His mouth starts to water again. Realizing how slutty must have just looked and how needy he's being, he looks up at Darnell for a moment like he's been caught, searching for more acceptance. His nerves force him to take another triple shot of E & J, his third in as many minutes, as Darnell chuckles.

The generous swig of burning hot liquor absorbs into him as he sits back, exhaling all the stress from his lungs as he admires his roommates new gentle understanding side. His open-mind, his expression of loyalty and friendship, and that amazing body and those fucking genitals has Jarred relaxed now, although his head is swimming and feels tired from the mental and physical exhaustion of the day.

Jarred doesn't see the twisted seduction at hand. It seems every step of the way he's falling further out of control.

"Let me see, Jay."

"What?" ask Jarred from within his daze.

"Lemme see what I did to you."

"No, D... I ... its pretty bad. It's embarrassing."

Darnell walks way, the globes of butt swaying dreamily up and down as he does, goes into his room just off the living room and grabs some lotion, "Ain't no embarrassment between us, little bro. We been naked around each other since day one," he approaches swiftly, which the confidence of a skilled lover.

"Come on, Jay," he then unceremoniously walks up to his roommate, kneels before him, and reaches for his belt buckle, unfastening it, unbuttoning his slacks, and then bringing down the zipper as Jarred stares on in shock.

Darnell reaches up to the waist band of his roommate's pants and underwear and starts to slip them down, "Lift up," and, of course, Jarred foolishly does, as Darnell notices Jarred's tented crotch his big white cock springs free slapping his polo shirt with a dull thud.

"Let's see what's up back there, bro. It's can't be that bad." 

Jarred, still in an emotional haze and now also in utter shock at the turn of events looks questioningly at Darnell, "Turn around , Jay."

"D, I... I can't"

"I ain't gonna do nothing man, just wanna help you out," waving the lotion and pulling Jarred's arms forward. Darnell takes control and man handles the slack body, grabbing him under his armpits, standing him up. As Jarred's pants pool around his ankles Big D turns the white boy around and presses him forcibly down to the floor and bends him over the couch.

"D..." says Jarred.

"Shhhhh, you be quiet now, Jay," says Big D as he caresses Jarred's lower back, "God dayamn, I really hurt you bad. I'm fucking sorry, man." The big black hands move downward and caress both outside edges of the plump buttocks, and move over the discolored flesh in a circular motion, electrifying the injured skin.

Jarred sighs, one of his weaknesses is having his ass stroked and Darnell is no virgin to white boys like him. It's especially nurturing and erotic to Jarred considering the already sore state of his backside, which makes every tiny sensation magnify. 

Darnell uses his companions ease to move further. He presses his hands onto the red bruised cheeks and spreads open Jarred's ass, exposing his cherry red crack and slightly swollen, puckered balloon knot. Darnell's cock start to get really hard and he has to fight to remain calm and in control.

He let's his right hand off the right side of the buttock and spreads the left cheek farther, examiner the boy pussy like a gay sex doctor, and running his meaty pointer finger down the crack, making Jarred gasp and feel more vulnerable then ever, yet taken care of, and Darnell's finger, after swiping softly up and down a couple times, comes to rest at the puffy back door, then runs it clockwise around the sphincter letting it to come to rest right in the center, pushing oh so slightly.

"That hurt?"

"No," says Jarred a little too quickly.

He presses against Jarred's back door again, slightly harder, "You sure? This don't hurt?"

"No, it feels ..." another sigh, "fine."

Darnell grins so wide Jarred can almost hear it. 'This is almost too easy.'

He squeezes the lotion in his hand, warms it up by spreading it around, and starts to massage it gently onto Jarred. Jarred's cock hardens to full erection, realizing that Darnell is treating his ass just the way he treats it when he's alone. He sighs contentedly again and lets his upper body come down fully on the cushion of the couch, closing his eyes, and enjoying the five star treatment as an even layer of lotion is spread on the skin of the cheeks, and an even thicker layer is slathered onto crack and hole.

"Thanks man. I don't know what to say, Darnell," Jarred's using his buddies full name now, he always called him Big D or D, but it doesn't seem appropriate now that he's so exposed, this is so personal, and he's become so feeble before him, calling him Darnell feels right, for right now.

"All good, Jay. You got a really pretty ass, man. Really fuckin' pretty. Plus, I owe you one for this morning," say Big D as he slips his pointer finger into the puffy and lotion-slicked asshole. 

"Darnell, No!!!" yells Jarred, who's jarred again. He tried to rise up but a big meaty paw pushes his back roughly back down, and in his emotional, fragile state he's weakened and at the dominant man's mercy. 

"Hold still, man. Just feeling what you were talking about, you took my load up this ass?" questions Darnell to distract him, let him stretch a little. He then slips the rest of his finger in up to the second knuckle, bending and wiggling it around inside. 

"Oh, right. Sorry, yeh, there was a lot, D," laughs Jarred,"I though you... Sorry, bro," and Jarred submissively lies back down on the cushion to allow Dr. Darnell to continue his examination.

When Darnell's finger slipped in it was like breaching a sacred barrier with a warm gooey center. He just got to center of a tootsie roll tootsie pop in three licks. He instantly feels like his fingers are swimming in a sea of warm fetid slime, "Holy shit, dawg. You been walking around like this all day?"

Jarred sighs, "Yyyyyyyup."

"Hahahahaha!!! Jesus Christ, man, what are the odds of that shit happening?" Darnell's asks rudely, he removes his finger, licks it clean as quietly as he can, then sucks two of fingers in his mouth, getting them nice and wet, and slowly breaches the sacred ground of Jarred's puckered ring again.

"Oh God!! Darnell, Darnell please, can I be let up now?" Jarred requests submissively. Darnell notes that he's starting to settle into his role as the receiver, 'the white boy bottom bitch is strong in this one.' He's turning pretty quickly and Darnell's enjoying it.

"Nah man, not yet," replies Darnell, who withholds an explanation and presses his fingers deeper in the boy pussy, stretching the sphincter out even more, but keeping the yolky cum sealed inside. He presses downwards hard and starts searching for the prostate.

"Darnell please, I don't want... OH GOD!!!"

He found it, "There it is, Jay. I gotchu, dawg. Just returning the favor, man. You helped me out this morning, and I feel bad for this shit, so just stay put and enjoy. Let me return the favor, Dude."




Broken In Ch. 02



Darnell starts finger fucking his roommate harder now, his own black cock rock hard, his fingers gooey with spit and white slime, an obscene squelching sound echoes in the room. 'Schloop, schloop, schloop' can be heard as Darnell's thick meaty fingers poke at the sensitive prostate gland with each insertion.

"Darnell, no! PLease, not like this... Oh fuck... I don't wanna cum like some... Ugh uh... like some faggot, man. Oh my God, D!!! Please let me up, man. This is... Oh my God... not what I pictured... uhhhh... when you said... uhhh... return the favor," Jarred manages to grunt out through the larcenous penetration.

Jarred struggles against Darnell harder now, and Darnell bring his hand up the back of the white boys neck, pinning him hard and tight, his rigid erection presses against the left cheek of the bubble ass. The friction overall makes Jarred's temperature rise, he starts to feel the room getting hotter, his balls start churning from the inside.

Jarred stays silent, still acting like he's putting up a fight, making a show of it that both men know is obvious fraud. Big D loves the unspoken role play, and will always use that type of attitude to push it further, to pun a phrase.

Big D debates with himself, 'Should I take this bitch now, or just add another finger.'

While Jarred is very strong, and is legitimately struggling against the black stud, what he's really struggling with is the last vestige of his disappearing heterosexuality. He believes this is just a game that developed, but somewhere inside of him the idea that Darnell loves his ass and that he completely bent over in front of a guy like him drives him absolutely wild. This is what kinky is all about.

Darnell's been through this before. He's had to develop a keen intuition, having come from a hellish neighborhood. You have to able to judge people quickly and accurately to survive. This skill helps him to ascertain who needs to be roughly turned out, so as not to go about raping young men who don't want it. He might be forcing them, but there has to be a point when the stallion breaks or it's just pathological sadism, it's just brutal torture, and Darnell respects fat asses too much to become that type of Dominant.

He relished in the game of taking white boys and making them bitches. There's nothing better than watching a formerly straight white man come to the realization that he want to give a superior black men pleasure. Darnell feels no shame in being the arbiter of a bottom bitches new sexuality, in fact just the opposite. It's an honor to rape these white boys, and Jarred is the finest and ripest of all his collection. He will enjoy this one for a long time, no doubt.

"Come on, baby, help me out," schloop, schloop, schloop, "Come on, Jay, let it happen, dawg," schloop, schloop, schloop, "Come on, bitch!!! Fuck that ass, faggot!!!" and D starts pinging the prostate hard.

Jarred's eyes have been tightly shut, experiencing the fingering and trying to hold back the orgasm thinking of baseball and math or politics and his grandmother, still in deep denial, but upon being so harshly called a bitch and a faggot something in him snaps and his hips start rolling with the rhythm of the finger fucking. 

Darnell senses the white boy's acquiescence and removes his hand from the back of Jarred's neck, grabbing his own hard shaft and milking himself along.

'God damn, am I really a bitch? Big D's working my ass just like I do when I'm alone and I love it. Maybe I am a faggot," he realizes, revels in the new found freedom and referring to himself this way. The kinkiness of the situation is on full blast, 'I can just enjoy this experience now, and no one will know, then we can both go back to our straight lives after I get this nut off. For now I'll just be whatever I have to be to get off.'

Right as Jarred starts to get into it, just as he's reaching the turn, Darnell adeptly slows his lunging fingers, denying this fresh new born bottom bitch the pleasure and drawing out the encounter, reeling him in for good, "You really digging this shit, huh Jay? You sure you want me to finish you off like this, like a bitch yo?" He's going to make Jarred beg and work for it. 

"Come on, D. Don't fuck me with me man, do it, bro!" begs Jarred, who grips the couch cushions hard and arches his back, jutting that magic ass, posing for the black who already cited his appreciation of Jarred's rear, and offering himself to the tenacious fingers of his roommate, "Come on, D. Finger fuck me, bro. Please DARNELL!!!"

"Work it, Jay. Hump back against me, let me see whatchu got, white boy," Jarred in the midst of ecstasy starts obeying, humping back, fucking himself on the wide digits as Darnell grabs his own cock and starts stroking to the beat of his friend's bucking. Neither of them will last too long, this is too good.

"Yeh man, like this?" Jarred starts violently twerking his ass meat around his friends hand. The undulating ass cheeks push Darnell over the edge as Jarred blurts out, "Fuck bro, this is soooo good... ugh... I'm getting close, D."

Big D's big D can't take it anymore. He might've been able to hold out if Jarred hadn't started twerking, but now his BBC needs to get a piece otherwise it won't respect itself in the morning, "Yo Jay, I need a piece of this ass, real quick man. I'm about to nut too. You're ass is too too fine. Lemme get some," says Darnell as he removes his fingers.

"Push out like your shitting," says the white boys first black Top, "I'm coming in regardless. It'll be easier on this pussy if you push out. Just lemme finish off, Jay."

Jarred's starts to object and feels the big black hand comes onto his neck again, but this time it's much softer, more like it's encouraging him not to fight and just enjoy it, stroking him, "Shhhhhh," he hears from above, "Push out, baby," whispers the smooth low voice.

His anal canal starts to spasm in anticipation. He's in no position to fight and if he does it will hurt far more, so he reluctantly holds still for Darnell. 

Big D grabs the white boys cock from between his legs and pulls it down, cupping the head in his broad palm, and then takes his onyx tube steak and lines it up with the quivering hole, bringing his chest down on top of Jarred's back hard. 

"Push now, babygirl," whispers Big D. Jarred tries what D says and pushes out like he's shitting, just as the sperm from that morning threatens to leak out, the BBC punches its way into the heavenly womb of perfect white boy bubble ass as both men scream, one in pure pleasure coupled with the rape he's committing, the other in pleasure and pain at the sacrifice of his gay virginity.

Jarred's eyes bug out at the tremendous intrusion, he sucks in air hard like the last time he came, like he's been under water and has just breached the surface in time before he suffocates. He can feel himself pulse around the fat glans of his buddy, who pushes the colossal black cock further up inside of him, wrecking his virginity for good and bringing the head to rest just against the swollen prostate.

Jarred mooans as he loses his seed in the rough palm that cradles him so perfectly as his unconsenting new pussy massages the BBC. The big black cock explodes against the white boy's button, and the intense spray of another pint of black sperm against his secret spot sends him into overdrive, causes his cock to lurch even harder, making his sphincter and entire pussy squeeze his best friend tighter, and then tighter still, forcing the bottom into a second wave of spasming and orgasm.

Darnell doesn't take him fully, it already feels like he plunged his cock into an extremely compact opening that holds a warm gooey center, and wants to make sure nothing gets wasted. He need the rest of Jarred's anal canal to be unfulfilled in order to make sure his entire load gets lock inside the white boy. 

His penis start pulsing and pumping squirt after squirt with that same impossible ejaculatory force. The BBC bulges and lurches obscenely fulfilling its purpose inside of Jarred's hypersensitive ass, which sends electronic signals through his nervous system to his brain that processes every sensation to the most infinitesimal degree. He can feel every deposit acting as wadding to his inner core of ass.

If he weren't so emotional, so vulnerable, so in the midst of multiple orgasms, then he would've recognized the harsh violation. He made himself defenseless and weak in a moment of despair to his friend and the African stud used the opportunity to finger fuck him, rape him, and breed him, like he was some woman captured and made the spoils of war.

If he was a woman, he would've certainly gotten pregnant. There was so much cum filling him that his vagina would've been fully coated, the warm liquid expanding through every crevice, and pushing and propelling itself into the cervix.

His thick meaty ass is larger than most, still sinewy and powerful, but over sized and able to accommodate Darnell's full load, two of his loads now as a matter of fact. The black snake moans into the reborn white asspussy and sings a song of raw spunk, sending little potential black babies searching ever upward in vain for an egg to fertilize.

Jarred stops cumming and lays there spent as his friends BBC continues to pumps. The sperm attempt to sire phantom offspring inside him. Neither mans speaks, Jarred is mute because he's over taken with the sensation and the painful stretching of his anus, and Darnell can only growl as, after a full drenching of the tight cavern and another powerful last shot forced out hard, the cum finally stops flowing.

He takes his hand from off the white cock, sits up off Jarred's heaving back, and bring the greasy full palm up underneath his cock, lubricating it all around the shaft with Jarred's own muck, and allowing for easier exit while soothing the exterior of the extended anus, slipping himself slowly out of the white boy.

"Clench that pussy, Jay. Don't let any of me spill out of you," and grabs the fleshy ass cheeks and presses them together around his exiting tool. Cum coats the ass crack as leaves his friend's asshole and Jarred follows the instruction, sealing the deal and saving up his buddies sticky down payment by clenching his booty.

"Hold still, Jay, I gotchu," Darnell stumbles to his feet, grabbing some wet tissues from the bathroom and then coming back to kneel behind his formerly virgin bride, wiping the access cum from off the perfect buns and smacking the tight left ass cheek lightly, "Ayt man, you're all clean. Get up, baby."

Jarred, dizzy and floating, sits up for the time since allowing himself to be bent over and taken and, with his black friends help, comes to his feet, feeling even fuller than he was before. He swallows hard and looks at his buddy who grabs the white boys shoulder and smiles, "Darnell, I... you just made me... what do we..."

"Shhhh, don't say nothing, Jay. It is what it is and noting more, you needed that, and I said I would return he favor. If you gay then that's fine, but you still my boy and I still got ya back no matta what. Feel me?" Darnell definitely just had his back.

Jarred smiles like a drunken school girl who just lost her virginity to the prom king. Darnell's managed to turn the whole thing around and make it seem like he was helping a confused friend figure himself out, taking one for the team by fingering and then cumming inside of him. 

Deep down in some subconscious region of his mind, Jarred knows what's happening, no one can be that stupid, but he's still swooning from the sex and allows himself to believe that Big D is just a good friend that was doing his close buddy a favor, "You won't tell anyone? You promise?" ask Jarred naively, refusing to accept the raping that took place, "I mean, you sure we can just go back to the way it was before?"

Denial isn't just a river in Egypt and Darnell isn't just a river of cum up inside of Jarred.

"Of course, man. You're one of my best friends, Jay. I'm happy for you, man. If that's what you need then you should have it, you deserve it. Mattafact, let's take you out to the club tonight to celebrate, my treat. See if you still like girls, that sound good?"

"Dude, I'm not gay," Jarred blushes in the presence of his new beau, "I don't how I feel, but I know I love pussy. I just... it was just experimenting. I'm not gonna start dressing in drag or fucking men regularly, I don't... I can't..."

"Listen man, I see how you reacted. I mean, we just had sex, yo. Maybe just fo a sec, but we fucked and matta what, we still boys, fo sho, but you felt how I was, how hard I was, because, Jay, from the back you... you know you look reeeeeal good, man. You know? If you need me to help you out from time to time like dat, lemme know. I can handle dat, and we can keep it between just us. Now go get ready dude, we gon party hard and see if you're big cock still likes pussy," commands Darnell, who winks at him, then leaves the half naked white boy standing there, filled to the brim with sperm, a sore asshole, a shriveled cock, and pants pooled around his ankles.

Jarred pulls his pants back up, making sure to keep his ass sealed up as he bends down to retrieve his belt, fastening it back in place and walking to his room to prepare for the rest of the evening. He's exhausted and probably should eat more food or go to sleep, but feels it's best if he goes and flirts, or at least that's what he tells himself.

This white man is not willfully doing anything anymore, he's drunk, he's pliant from being so dominated, he emotionally vulnerable, he's learned about his bisexuality, and he's following orders now. Part of him also has to convince himself he's not gay, 'It wasn't really sex, he just put the head in a little ways and then came in me again,' he reasons. 

He's not fully broken in yet, but he's as primed as anyone ever was. He squishes with his half gallon of semen all the way to his room. Any sane person would've gone to the toilet to empty out, but he's not himself anymore. He's completely delusional about the fact that his kindness has been repeatedly used by his new black Daddy.

Things are starting to look up for Jarred.



Broken In Ch. 03



I had two sexual experiences with my roommate and good friend, Darnell, and where as I had unbelievably powerful orgasms both times they were my first experiences with a man. 'Big D' had gotten rough with me both times. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but I knew part of me wanted more.

Afterwards he suggested that we go the Club to check the local talent, and although I was exhausted and emotionally drained, I obediently got ready and he drove us over, with me feeling bashful and unsure of myself the whole way, a state of mind that I was not used to at all.

When we got there and walked in together I felt like we were a couple and that everyone could tell that we had been hooking up. Did they know that we just had sex? Did they know that I was full of his spunk? So many questions.

I felt the full squishy sensation of him in my anal canal, but as I settled in it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would and soon enough we had taken shots and had drinks. We soon hit the dance floor where both Darnell and I were approached consistently by females from all directions.

I knew then that there was nothing with wrong with me. Maybe I just wanted something different. I've always been highly sexual and never considered being submissive with a man, but as I looked back I realize that I was being coy and flirting with a fella that I knew was a dominant stud.

I laid myself out to him on a silver platter. I let him use me in the shower, and then later I cried to him and let him undress me, bend me over and lube me up, finger fuck me, then spike his joint up my ass and unload in me without saying boo. I even thanked him afterwards for helping me out. Darnell used my burgeoning sexuality and confusion to wrap me around his big brown cock.

Being social and dancing it out at the club helped. Throughout the next couple hours we danced, drank, and flirted, with Darnell buying me drinks and obviously trying to get me liquored up, maybe trying to apologize, maybe trying to get me to black out so could he take advantage of me again.

I was pretty loosened up, to pun a phrase, and had the night not turned out like it did I suspect I would've been 'broken in' hard, as Big D likes to say. 

Normally when I'm hammered at the club I go for tarts and bimbos, whoever fits the superficial bill of what I thought I wanted, whomever I thought matched me physically, and it worked out fine for me, but that night I was distracted from my hook up with D and I guess I just wasn't feeling the usual fare.

Right when I thought I'd actually end up going home alone for the first time in a long time a petite red head strolls up to me on the dance floor and starts moving in rhythm in front of me. She was pale-skinned and had that thing I loved on women, a large ass, and she shook it with largesse, to pun another phrase, letting everyone know she had the goods.

She had on a bowler hat, a tight white tank top with no bra, she looked to be about a B cup, wearing short shorts with suspenders covering where her nipples should be popping out, and those black rimmed nerd glasses with no lens. She looked hipster-ish and usually I don't go for that but she caught me when I was weak.

Her ass was amazing, her name is Cassie, Cassandra, and her healthy cheeks with that porcelain skin flared out the bottom of her shorts. She has a slim upper body and a healthy thick lower portion. Her body type resembles a guitar, fat at the bottom and slim at the top, and we worked our way towards each other until my own muscled body was pressed against her sexy soft one.

"You and your roommate look amazing together," she says, as the color drains from my face. 

I thought maybe she was somehow reading it off of my attitude. Maybe I had that air of 'just being used like a gay slut' thing going on, but she continued and eased my mind, "when you two walked in it was like the place came to a standstill. I'm surprised the DJ didn't stop the track to announce you guys."

I smile, "Actually, we do know that guy," and she laughs. 

That wasn't a lie. We do know the DJ, he goes to our gym. He's ok, but a bit of a dufus and needs to put together a proper workout routine. I tried to get him on my program, but he's too cheap to pay for CPT Sessions.

I try to turn her around to grind her ass, she shakes her finger at me coming in close, wrapping her arms around my neck. I get self conscious knowing my erection was pressing against her stomach and place my hands gently on her hips, my fingers reaching towards her tasty bottom.

"I've always wanted to see two men together. I've a serious weakness for black men too. You two are amazing," she says this right into my ear, almost melting herself into me as my heavy cock jumps to full chub. I start to feel butterflies in my stomach and she pulls away from me and sees the nervous look I'm wearing.

She tilts her head and furrows her brows at me, then grabs me by the hands, "Let's get out of here."

"Okay."

She grabs my hand leading me off the dance floor and I leave without saying goodbye to Darnell. She takes me back to her place and we retire to her room where we make out on the bed. She slowly undress me, not letting me touch her or take her clothes off. She was teasing me hard.

"So I can tell from the way you reacted that you're bisexual and that you've been with him, haven't you?"

"Why would say that? You think I'm gay? Do I give off a gay vibe? I thought I was always very masculine," I respond suddenly stammering on.

Somehow she stripped me naked and was still fully dressed. Usually I'm the one that takes control, but she led me through the hook up. I was already feeling insecure, and her questions kind of set me off.

"Jarred, you're not gay. It's obvious from the way you were at the club. I saw all the girls freak out over you. I felt your boner as we danced. I think you're bisexual. I also think you've probably hooked up with ... Darnell is his name?"

"Big D."

"Oh my god! Really?," she giggles at the irony and presses for more intel as she strokes my cock. I resist her inquiries and try to strip her down, but she keeps saying no and we kiss as she voir dires me. 

She had my gears turning. I notice how different she smells from Darnell, as if he's the bar for attractive natural scent. She's so soft, smart, and open-minded. Her demeanor is different from most of the girls I go for, and I start to feel as if maybe it's ok to open up to her. She's a breath of fresh air.

"So are you bisexual, Jarred?" Cassie asks.

"Yes," I admit to her and myself, looking away from her in shame, "I never told anyone before. I didn't know until today," I say, looking away from her as I examine the intricacies of her uninteresting ceiling.

She takes me by the chin and slowly turns my head back towards her. She smiles and leans her head down onto my chest stroking my cock at a snail's pace.

"Have you been with... Big D?"

"I have," I say, "it was rough... and amazing. It was like... like I was happy just to be a part of it and yet still scared. He's an animal."

"Wow, I've been there before. Being with a Dominant black guy can be amazing," she cuddles up closer to me bringing her hand down to her mound and stroking her clit through her clothes as she jerks me as slowly as possible, keeping me on edge, "So when did this happen? Have you guys been together for a while?"

When she asks me if I've been together with Darnell, like we're gay partners, I think about the idea for a moment and realize how much I need to talk to someone. I look over at her with concern; I must've looked like some scared kid.

"Hey, it's ok. You seem pent up, but I want you to know you can talk to me. I'm not gonna judge you. I'm bisexual too. I've been owned by hung black men. I have a girlfriend I'm seeing right now. If you don't want to talk we can just screw and do whatever, you're gorgeous, but I think you need someone to talk to someone and I'd like for it to be me."

"We hooked up for the first time today, this morning in the shower, and then again after I got back from a modeling audition," I continue to spill my guts to her as she strokes us both at an agonizing a pace.

"He's carved in stone and just... big all over. He's got this massive cock and these unreal..." I stop and close my eyes picturing it, "these giant balls. I can't believe I'm telling you this... it started this morning when I was in the shower..."

I try to be as detailed as possible. When I'm vague she stops me and asks me for details like what his penis smelled like, makes me describe the taste of his cum, what it felt like to have him accidentally shoot up into me and man handle me, she makes me describe over and over what it was like when he pushed his cock up my ass, how it felt shooting inside of me, and I try to tell the truth and not embellish, although it's tough.

She keeps the hand job slow and steady, but as the story continues she starts to finger her clit faster and harder, she bites her bottom lip listening to me relay the tale, making a face that looks like she's almost in pain. She's love this, finally someone who understands.

By the time I've finished my sordid, yet brief, interracial gay history we're both flushed and edged, having dragged out the moment. By now with anyone else I would've normally have made out, eaten her out, and then fucked her, maybe twice, but with Cassie we just hold each other and she strokes us both slow.

"Jarred, that's the hottest thing I've ever heard, especially considering that it was you and him. You guys are two of the hottest men I've ever seen. Are you ok?"

"Yes, I think so, just ... nervous, unsure."

"That's normal, but it sounds like you're not just bisexual, but that you might be submissive? The way he handled you, the way you reacted. Uhhh... fuck baby, mmm... what I meant when I said are you ok... mmmm... is that when he had you bent over and pinned you down... ahhh... he forced you, he..."

"No, don't say it. Please, I wanted it. I did... I let him do it. I don't think I realized how much I wanted it until now, but I thought he was gonna fuck me the minute he asked me to see my ass and ... oh my God," Cassie strokes me harder as she ravages herself, my hands stroke her rib cage though her top, she has goose bumps, "and I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to..."

"You wanted to be taken hard and fast, didn't you? You wanted your best friend to ra... to fuck you up your cute butt."

"Yeah, when I realized it I arched my back and stuck my ass out at him... and my ass cheeks opened up and it felt so good to let go of the stigma of homosexuality and just allow myself to bend over for him and be used by him."

"Oh my god, Jarred, I'm cumming, pinch my nipples, caress my tits!!" She humps the air as she gently ride the wave and falls over her cliff. 

She's catching her breath, her eyes glazed over as she looks deep into me, smiling, and then something pops into her mind. I can almost see a light bulb going off and breaking over her head, "Jarred!! He's still inside of you, you're still bruised back there? Get on your hands and knees."

I oblige her. I'm on my hands and knees between her legs with my large upper body and head just over her stomach and tits. I'm dwarfing this small woman as I submit to someone, again, and then I just nod dumbly at her.

"Stay on your hands and knees," she pushes herself up from under me and unmounts the mattress, slowly walking around behind me, sucking in a deep breath of air as I feel her eyes roam over me.

"It's not red, but there's bruising, like two big hand prints, wow" she climbs up behind me as I turn my head to look back at her, "Eyes forward Mister!!"

I obey her every command as she starts trace her fingers over the purple bruising, running her fingers up the crack and tickling my rosebud, "Can I have some?" she lowers her face and kisses my bruised flesh, now I'm the one with goose bumps.

"I'm not sure if you want to..."

"Don't be selfish. You feel it just behind here, right?" she presses her tiny digit against my hole and I respond with a strained yes.

She presses her face in my crack, licking it up and down, bending her head down to the mattress to lap at my testicles and snakes her tongue back up the deep valley to my hole, "Give it to me, just let it ease out."

She's performing analigus like a pro as I get used to her face back there. This is another first for me. She's drooling like a fiend and we moan together. I can feel the vibrations against my skin as she hums out an unrecognizable tune.

My cock is painfully hard as I start to slowly try to loosen my sphincter to let Big D's juice drool out of my anus, feeding this hungry nymphet as she starts sucking hard at my entrance. We're like a two person human centipede. 

Her face is latched on to me to feed from my hole. My butthole opens slightly as a trickle of sperm get's suctioned into her. She ingesting Darnell's deposit directly from me, instantly gabbing my steel sausage and pumping her hand on it as she slurps on my ass like a cum vampire in a feeding frenzy. It's a sloppy rimjob with a rusty trombone and a creampie filling. 

This girl is super nasty.

"It's taste so strong, so bitter," she says, pushing my head down and splaying me out further. It's exactly what I didn't know I needed. It feels great and gives me that awesome submissive feeling of offering my butt to someone again. The pressure of being so full starts to decrease on my back door.

"Is there a lot left?" she speaks into my anus, muffled slightly and in a huff, one hand on my left cheek, one hand on my cock.

"I think you might've sucked out almost half of it?"

I'm on edge and as I get closer to shooting she mouths my ring tight, suctioning out juice as I start moaning, then screaming, then shooting all over her bed sheets as I collapse onto my chest with my ass still up.

She's gnawing on my hole, grabbing it with her teeth, no longer drinking from me, "I've leaving you a little bit of Big D's semen, baby," she purrs, her hands and mouth excite my tingling rear in the afterglow, "to sooth your hurt tushy."

I can hear her saying this with a big smile, as she pushes at my right hip to get me to fall on my side, and I roll over onto my back, panting and staring back up at the uninteresting ceiling again in a calm shock, feeling rebirth and acceptance for first time since this whole sordid affair with my friend began.

We cuddle together and make pillow talk as we both drift off to sleep. It's the first time I go home with someone and don't fuck her, and it's also one of the rare occasions when I sleep over at a woman's place. 

She makes me breakfast in the morning and we chat nonchalantly about what we'll do today and then exchange numbers ceremoniously, "I'm not going to ask you to call me, or be that girl. I don't need a boyfriend, I have a girl already, and it sounds like you might have a guy? But I like you, and you're beautiful Jarred, and I want to see you again."

I head home afterwards, Darnell has already left for work and I look into his room, picturing him nude on his bed watching TV with his always semi-hard fat meat hanging. I strip down and imagine being taken by him. I want to be 'broken in' hard, but on my terms. I clean myself in the shower, trying to smell my hunky black friend's strong scent and failing. 

We have an air freshener in there. I keep the whole apartment very clean, for the first time I start to slightly regret that, so I make my way back over to his room and look in his laundry hamper. I know it's a cliché, the creepy pervert looking for a pair of dirty draws to sniff, but when I found his grimy boxer briefs, still wet from his long day of work yesterday, I stole them away for a while so I could jerk off with them and bathe my senses in his musk.

I suit up in my gym clothes and check my calendar, I have a few appointments and manage to keep my day full, keeping focus on my tasks and thinking about Darnell on and off. Cassie pops into my head too. I want to see her again, another first.

'I'm a bisexual man,' I tell myself,' and I want her bad.' She's a little freaky minx. She's what I want. 

After I work with my clients I hit the gym with a fury I haven't felt in a while. I'm burning with lust and I channel that energy in the Iron Temple, feeling my pump, imagine having long hot sex with Darnell and Cassie, separately and together.

When I'm done I shower up, no sauna today, I sweat enough yesterday. I put on a simple jeans and a t-shirt, but I feel refreshed and clean. I know it might be too soon but I need to know if last night was a one off, so I text Cassandra and she responds right away.

Cassie: I was thinking of you all day. Last night was the hottest sex I ever had with a man, and we didn't even fuck.

Jarred: We can remedy that, I know it's really soon, but I'm hot for you now. I want to see you.

Cassie: Most definitely, can you pick me up and take me to your place? I wanna meet him.

I pause for a long second, realizing the implications of what she just texted me and start running over the myriad scenarios that might occur upon their introduction. My nerves hit me again, and as I go to respond to her my phone beeps again.

Cassie: I'll see you in fifteen minutes. :P

I scoop her up and we speed home, chatting about how work went and I go a little over board in details about my work out and how good it felt to explode out with such power, feeling like I'm rejuvenated, and she's feels my arms and chest as I drive, grinning like a cat that got the cream, and trying to look like she's listening intently.

As we approach the stairs to the second floor of the house I warn her that sometimes we walk around naked so be prepared to get an eyeful, "We're not shy around here, Cas."

"Duly noted, one can only hope and, Jarred, just so YOU know I tend to get submissive and slutty around black men, but no matter what happens, know that I want you."

"Are you talking about fucking him?" I ask.

"If the man I saw at the club is in there naked then I might lose control, yes, but I know you understand. I know it's a lot to ask, but I might need your help to not... embarrass myself."

"Maybe we should just go."

"It's up to you, but this is part of who we are," she says cool and calm, "and if you're can be handle it, then it won't matter who fucks who in what way. I'll be yours if you claim me."

"Fuck it, sounds hot either way," I can definitely handle it. I head up the stairs to see what happens. This isn't the first time D and I have been in a situation where a girl likes us and wants to fuck us both.

We get to the door and listen for activity inside. The TV is on and there's sound coming from the kitchen area, and I smile at Cassie and wink, "You ready? He's in there and he's probably naked," she starts licking her lips and at that I open the door and we shuffle inside.

Darnell is in the kitchen preparing his dinner. He's naked as the day he was born. His body is fresh from a shower and his muscles are pumped and flexing with every slight action as he slyly glances over at me, and then looks up completely when he realizes that I'm not alone.

"Hey man, this is my... um... new friend, Cassie. Cassandra, met her last night," I nod over to Cassie and she curtsies. 

She's wearing her trade mark thick black frame nerd glasses, no bowler hat today, a short plaid skirt compliments her fat ass which pokes out the bottom, she must be wearing a thong because I can't see any panties, just ass hanging out, with a short-sleeved tight white blouse, her hair is in a pony tail and she looks really young, a bit like a school girl. I think that was intentional, but maybe I'm wrong. She's still very sexy. It looks natural on her and she wears it well.

She boldly walks up into the kitchen area right up to the naked African giant, looks him up and down and offers her hand, stopping to take a long and very obvious look at his penis, and says, "Wow, ummm... it's very nice to meet you, Sir."




Broken In Ch. 03



"Thanks baby, nice to meet you too," Darnell holds onto her hand and then flexes his cock which jumps up at Cassie. She stifles a gasp and giggles, her face reddens and her eyes come to rest on Big D's massive cock, which looks even larger and darker than before next to her dainty pale body. She licks her lips.

Darnell hasn't let go of her hand and sees her reaction, look over at me and mouthing, 'What the fuck?' His cock is noticeably fatter and longer now, and he seems to be teasing her. Cassie tries to pull away gently, but he playfully pulls her in closer, grinning like a wildcat and she has to brace herself against his abs to keep from bumping into him and his humungous python.

The scene gets me instantly horny, and although Darnell and I have been in threesomes before, it's usually a random girl that we proposition ahead of time when out, not someone that I introduce as my 'friend'. I start to feel excited and jealous. I think about breaking up their flirtation but stop myself.

Cassie looks over at me, unabashedly opening up her mouth in a circular "O" to illustrate her surprise while lifting her eyebrows, and stares at Darnell's penis again, licking her lips some more, "Mr. D, may I be excused to the bathroom please, Sir? I have to tinkle."

"Mmmmm, sure baby," says Big D, "but before you go, go ahead and give that BBC a healthy squeeze. Looks like you need some, that's ok, right Jay?"

"Ummm..."

Before I can finish saying 'Hell No!' she says, "Yes Sir," but instead of just squeezing it she starts to masturbate him right there in front of me, stroking it with such skill that he swells to his full proportions in half a minute. "Dayamn girl, you got skills," says Darnell and Cassie gets on her knees and opens wide, leaning forwards to begin sucking his BBC.

Her expert jerking method has gotten Darnell's tip wet, a massive drop is start to drip down to the floor and she sticks out her tongue and bends down to catch the whole thing and work back up to the tip. She gets a healthy mouthful of precum as I feel enough is enough, "Cassie!" I yell and she snaps out of it. Shaking her head and looking up at D with big sorry eyes, "It's down the hall thataway," says Darnell, pointing in the direction of our commode and trying not laugh.

She swallows the precum and her throat moves as it slides down to her tummy, "Thanks, I know where it is, I heard all about it already, Sir. Thank you for letting me... uhh... squeeze and taste it. It's beautiful, just like Jarred said," she stands back up transfixed on the cock as she curtsies to his beefy long dick and then sways her hips towards to the bathroom with her ass cheeks popping out.

Darnell looks at me curiously after hearing this, "What's up, Jay? She doesn't look like you're normal bimbo, man. She's cute and sexy as hell, amazing ass, but... I dunno... she's a black cock slut, man. She might be a crazy. You told that bitch about yesterday?"

"Yeh, I think I like her a lot. She has a thing for black men... just... like... me," Darnell raises his brow at hearing this from me, "I told her everything too and I... I thought about yesterday... and... I'm pretty sure I'm bisexual, " I blurt the last line out as fast as possible and try to meet his eyes as I say this but I'm intimidated by him again and end up staring at the carpet, "Actually, I'm not pretty sure. I'm one hundred percent positive." 

I go on, collect myself for a second, steel my resolve, trying to air it all out right now and be done with it, "I care about you, man. I realized today that you're probably my best friend and that... that I don't want to lose that, at the same time if you continue to walk around the house naked all the time..." I gulp hard, "I don't think I'll be able to handle it. It's one thing to, what did you say, help me out with my desires once in a while, and it's another thing to have be so close to you like this, I would end up needing your help all the time and... ahem... that might end up ruining our friendship. So I dunno..."

Darnell stares at me hard, then glances back towards the bathroom with a curious look, later I would learn that he was contemplating coming out to me as a bisexual who, on the Kinsey scale, prefers men over women, but now is not the time for him. 

He comes up to me and speaks softly, in a diction and tone I hadn't heard before, "Jarred, I'm your friend. I told you got your back." He rests his meaty paw on my shoulder, "Don't worry about it. Me and you are good, ayt? That said, you're playing a dangerous game with this girl. If you think you can handle what's gonna happen with all of us, then I'll go put on shorts and underwear, but that's about it. You gonna have to stare at the rest of me drool... fag."

He elbows me in the ribs as he walks past me to his room, his fine ass shaking as he does, to grab some boxer briefs and basketball shorts as Cassie rounds the corner and eyes wide and biting her bottoms lip. She's patting her hands on her thighs rapidly in excitement, sharing my moment and jumping up and down, having listened to my conversation with Darnell.

"Hey D, me and Cas are gonna go to my room."

I don't wait for a response from him, I grab her hand and drag her behind me as we hurry to my room and slam the door, "I can't believe you gave him a hand job. You were about to suck his cock right in front of me. You just fucking met him."

"I know, I told you, it's a weakness. I'm a BBC slut, Jarred," she says, "Do you hate me now?"

"No, I understand completely. I think you're awesome. I thought about how you're seeing a girl and how we talked last night and I wanted to be open for once and finally just get the truth about how I feel and what I want out in the..."

She flies towards me and smashes herself against me, not letting me finish, leaping through the air and into my arms, her legs wrap themselves around me and we make out, devouring each other like we're starving refugees that just found food and shelter. I can taste my friend on her lips.

I fuck her all afternoon and evening, and we only come out to eat once we're dehydrated and starved. Darnell is in his room watching TV and we're snacking at the table near the kitchen area when we recognize the faint sound of moaning and a consistent thumping coming through his door, punctuated by a muffled 'Yeh Daddy' and some smacking sounds. 

"Don't you wish it was you?" she says, licking her lips, and we laugh at each other knowingly and enjoy the horny ambiance that rolls ahead steadily as we munch, "Will you stay over, Sandy?" It's the first time I call her this, "I haven't slept in the same bed as a girl in a while like we did and I liked it. I hope it's not too much."

She smiles at me and doesn't say anything, dressed in my t-shirt and just her thong panties she gets up, pulls the shirt up and off her lithe body and throwing it at me. She wiggles her hips taunting me with her ass and sways them towards my room. When I join her there she's bent over nude, offering her pussy to my fat cock.

For the rest of the week we're all over each other. We fantasize about Darnell, and she says I should take him as my live in lover, she says we should fuck him and his black friends side by side taking BBC in both ends together as couple, she strokes me and fingers me and denies me sex saying her pussy is saved for Darnell, but I end up taking over and dominating her hard when I can't stand it anymore.

"You know you're my girlfriend now, right?"

"That's good. I've been thinking about that, and I was hoping you would say that," she looks away for a moment, "I know how it can be with some guys, with a girl like me. They get jealous and we end up breaking apart, and I end being a slut for black men. I don't want that, I love to hook up with them, but I want you. Is that something you can handle?"

"Do you think I can handle it?" She grins at me and nods a yes, and we embrace. She gives me a blowjob that knocks my socks off. 

The next day she introduces me to her girlfriend Liz, and Liz tells me she's heard all about me but that the stories don't do me justice. 

Liz, Elizabeth, is taller than Cassie and a very busty brunette with brown eyes, a big fat ass, D cup breasts, and a slightly obnoxious disposition that bothers me a bit. She's nice to me but I also get the sense that she's threatened and that I'm encroaching on her territory.

Cassie pressures me to make plans with Darnell on Friday, saying that she wants to have a double date, her and Liz and Me and Darnell. She says she thinks Liz and Big D will get along but I suspect something is up and my stomach churns at the thought of what might take place. 

Darnell readily accepts, asking me if I've thought this through and I say yes with no doubts. We meet at our place for dinner and drinks. Both girls don dresses, Cassie a little black skin tight dress and Liz a sun dress. D and I wear button up shirts and slacks. We have dinner and drinks and the sexual tension is thick in the air. 

The talk is interesting; the girls open up about their relationship, holding hands and looking at each other affectionately as they do. I get a twinge of jealously at seeing their closeness. Darnell and I connect eyes as my cock starts to get hard.

"We know you and Jarred hooked up and had sex last week," says Liz, who seems to be the dominant out of the two girls, "Me and Cas think the idea of you guys together is the hottest thing we've ever heard of and we couldn't resist getting together with you to try and make something happen. Sorry for the ruse, but are you guys down? It'll be very hot if you can keep an open mind."

I look at Darnell like a deer caught in the headlights and he looks over at me and shrugs in a cavalier manner, acting like he can take it or leave it. Cassie speaks up at this point, holding Liz's hand, "Jarred, take your lover's hand in yours."

My mouth is dry and palms are sweaty as I reach over to my right and slip my fingers into the large palm of my friend, and look up to meet his eyes, "Follow us guys," and they walk away from the table and come to stand in the living room area.

Liz and Cassie stand on one side of the square space and face each other. Cassie says, "Ok guys, watch what we do and try to duplicate it exactly, copying our moves as we go along," after which she lifts her dress up and off her body, she's not wearing panties and doesn't need a bra, so she stands there naked, her generous milky white bottom calling to me.

"Damn, look at that ass, bro," says Darnell enjoying the view, "You know she wants met to hit that, right?" I squeeze his hand in mine, laugh at the thought, and my dick twitches.

The temperature in the room seems to increase suddenly as my heart starts beating even faster than before. She goes over to Liz and unbuttons her dress. Exposing more of Liz's full breasts, and then calmly lifting the dress over her head, unclasps the bra in the front to allow her big tits to spill out, and then slips her lacy white panties down off her hips, and over her thighs. Liz accommodates her stepping out of them.

Darnell and I are locked onto the sight as Cassie steps forward and gently feels Liz's bosom and traces her fingers down the sides of her torso, running them back up her stomach and over her tits, then up around her neck as she stands up on her toes and kisses her slightly taller girlfriend, a peck at first, then deeply and passionately till both woman are wet and flushed, then they stop and look at us.

I look Darnell up and down and say hungrily, "Is this ok?" and he nods without saying anything. I'm a bundle of nerves, neither of us having done anything remotely homosexual in front of such an audience.

My hand in his, I lead him over the living room area, closer to the ladies, and start to unbutton my shirt, trying to play like I'm all smooth but I fumble a bit and smile sheepishly at my roommate as I do. I undo my belt and slide my pants and underwear down as Cassie and Liz gasp and make cooing noises at my nudity.

I step forward to Darnell on what feels like uneven ground, my hands shaking as I reach up to unbutton his short sleeved shirt. His muscular chest and tortoise shell abdominal muscles revealed as I slip the fabric over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. 

He flexing his muscles, making his pecs and chest pop for me. I step within a foot of him as I undo his belt, staring into eyes, and then look down to nervously unfasten his slacks. When they come undone I get on my knees in front of him. 

Cassie gasps as I slip the rest of his clothes down his hips, his cock springs out and slaps me in the face, and I pause for a minute looking over at the girls, and then bend down to allow Darnell to step out his pants and underwear.

"My God!" says Liz.

"I told you," says Cassie.

Darnell laughs at the girls, "Yeah, you girls like big black dick, huh?"

"Oh yeah," they say in unison.

As I stand back up I take in the full view and I warn him, "My hands are sweaty," and I reach up making contact with his chest. The sweat from my palms smears over his bulging pecs as I rolls his nipples in my fingers, then feel down his stomach to his abs, and back up his ribs to his neck, where I pause for a second and then step into him as my arms wrap around his neck.

Our bodies make contact as the girls whisper to each other and giggle, while Darnell and I get lost in the moment. I gulp hard and look at him, searching his eyes, and he nods slightly as I lean forward to kiss him.

Like the women, our first kiss is a peck. My plump lips meet his thick ones, and I have to raise my feet and turn my head as we fall into a deep make out session. Darnell's fat cock is semi-hard as usual, but lengthens noticeably as our tongues fight each other for space in our joined mouths, with Big D's eventually winning out.

My cock reaches full potential quicker than his does, poking his bull balls. His long tongue explores my mouth, his hands reach down onto my ass and I sigh into him as we start passionately sucking face. This goes on for I don't know how long, but by the end we're both rock hard and squeezing each other like our lives depended on it.

D's hands are on my ass and it hurts slightly. They're almost healed, but his strong hands kneed them roughly again and I'm reminded of what it was like to be used by him in the shower.

We stop and I blush like a girl as he smirks like a macho man. We look over at the girls, almost forgetting they were there. They're jaws are both agape. They stand tightly next to each other, hand in hand with Liz reaching around and stroking Cassie's hip. 

Liz leads Cassie over to the couch and sits on the farthest side of it as her girlfriend kneels before her on the floor. Cassie leans up to kiss her real quick and then feels her body all over, eventually resting her hands on the insides of Liz's fat thighs, parting them and before she starts playing with Liz's glistening pussy, eventually leaning into her and tasting her flavor.

"Mmmm, you always taste so good baby, I love your scent," and she starts tenderly swathing her vagina and clitoris with her tongue, causing Liz to slide her hips forwards to edge of the couch and whimper like she's in pain. Cas dines on her lovers box for a while then sits back on her haunches and both girls look over at us again.

I'm standing in shock, knowing what I'm expected to do but rooted to the spot I'm in as Big D grabs my hands and wastes no time pulling me over to couch to start breaking in my mouth, eager to be able to call me his cocksucker.

He sits down at the opposite end, a full cushion away from Liz and leans back and spreads his legs slightly, then looks down at me and interlaces his fingers behind is head, his upper body morphs into a V, pointing its way down to his engorged appendage.

Like an amateur I go right for the cock, over taken with lust and fever, "Jarred, no!" and I'm ripped out of my reverie at the sound of Cas's voice. I look over at her, placing my hand on his knees as my fat ass juts out behind me and my eager tongue licks wildly as my lips.

"Go slow, baby. Tease him before you start, feel his body," as she's explaining what to do I start feeling his meaty thighs and work up over his hips, "sensitize his skin with your fingers tips," as I softly fondle his abs and nipples. I pet my new boyfriend like this for half a minute and then work the tips of my fingers down to his inner knees.

I part the tree trunk legs and they splay apart wide to allow me full VIP access to his porn star cock and legendary nutsack. Remembering Cassie's instruction, I dance my hands towards his balls and lift them up, looking over at Cassie and showing the girls how hefty they are, and then I let them drop down as I run my nails up and down the shaft and up over the head. His cock twitches and I look up at him as I grip his length and start pumping his onyx pole. We're both reminded of our time in the shower together.

I lean forward and pull his cock towards my mouth, "Not yet, baby," purrs my girlfriend as I look over at her with my mouth wide open, "lick him like a lolly pop. Starts at those big fucking balls and then work up the shaft to the tip," I extend my tongue and push my face into Big D's nuts, licking and smelling him, taking in his unmistakable musky scent and feeling my ass pussy start to come alive. I arch my back and pop my hips as my cheeks part more.

"I love the way you smell, man. I remember you from the shower. You make my mouth water, bro," and I start licking and sucking his balls, only able to get one in my mouth, and lick my way up his shaft, stopping to drool heavily on his tip, and sitting back, working back down to the balls to do it again.

"Oh my god" and "Fuck that's hot" comes from the females as I bathe him with my spit for longer than I think I should until I feel it's finally time, bringing my mouth up over his dark obelisk and squelching my hand noisily up the saliva-coated shaft I take a deep breath, open up wide like a snake trying to devour a goat, and then slip my lips over the swollen leaking cockhead, getting my first taste of Big D right from the source. 

I start trying to pump my head on him and feel awkward as I do, not quite understanding how to fit him in there or how I should move my body at first, until I slip into a rhythm and start bobbing on him, he moans, "Yeh, Jay, suck that dick, bitch" and coaxes my head further down, gagging me, "You're my cocksucker now. I'll train you good."

Enamored with my task I forget I even have a girlfriend and continue my first foray as a cocksucker until I'm distracted with grunting and moaning noises to my right, looking over to find Cassie licking Liz's carpet. All pretenses drop as me and my sexy better half go town on our dominant same sex partners.

Somewhere along the way Cassie stops going down on Liz and they both shuffle over next to Darnell, who put his arms around Liz as I gag and drool, trying to swallow and deep throat the massive cock and failing miserably, causing a river of spit to ooze out my gaping maw down onto the slick brown missile.

Liz is fingering herself as everyone watches me pleasure Big D with vigor. I'm coming into my own as a cocksucker. I'm sweating, lost in the flavor, stroking the rest of his length as I suck and slobber on however much of him I can fit into my mouth as Cassie's hand comes into view on Darnell's thigh, jogging his right leg out wide, "Jarred, stop hogging the BBC, baby," and she tenderly pulls my head up and off the large man.

My mouth comes off Darnell with a cocksucker's signature slurping pop and I look at Cassie's confused for a moment, feeling slightly betrayed and jealous that she would stop and try to muscle in on my boyfriend, or that she would want another cock aside from mine, "Don't look like that, we talked about this already, and don't be selfish, there's more than enough of this to go around. Let me show you how it's done."




Broken In Ch. 03



My girlfriend kneels up next to me between the out stretched chocolate thighs and takes the cock, "May suck your cock, Sir?" she asks my friend. 

She never acts this way with me. Whenever she's around Darnell she turns into a submissive slut. Last time she automatically snapped into the same role playing scene too.

"Yes, you may. Show me what you, girl" and at that she smoothly throats two third of the impossible penis, her throats bulges wide as Big D stretches it out. I look over at Liz and she only nods like this is what she expected to happen, "Cassie knows how to suck big dicks. This isn't her first BBC, but it's definitely the biggest. Last time a black guy got a hold of her she was his sex slave for years, so be careful, because if Darnell gets his cock inside of her she'll belong to him from now on..."

Liz laughs at me thinking I'm the sucker here, letting Darnell have my girl.

"Don't worry baby, we'll both belong to Big D," Cas grabs my head as she throats my best friend, pushing me down to his balls. Taking the hint I start lathering his scrotum with my tongue and suck each swollen nut into my mouth, unable to fit them both, and then after a while we trade off, I suck the cock as she minds the balls.

"Jarred, he's getting close, " says my girlfriend who seem to instinctively know how this BBC works, "when Big D cums swallow as much as you can and when you can't catch anymore let me take over and I'll finish the rest," she hungrily. I try to nod with the my pals cock in my mouth but just grunt, "Mmmhmm."

Darnell and Liz are going at it too, he plays with her clit and finger fucks her. Cass and I smile at this, but we're lost in our own world pleasing the dominant black man. They even make out for a while with Darnell driving two meaty digits into her pussy.

At one point Cassie is slurping on his BBC as I have my face in his slimy massive testicles when Big D's real dominant attitude explodes to the surface. He roughly rips Cassie off his cock by her hair, shoving her backwards and away from him. She falls back on her ass and then Darnell quickly grabs me by the back of the skull and forces me onto him. 

He shifts forward to the end of the couch, legs spread wide, hands on either side of my head, as he pumps my mouth down onto him, gagging me repeatedly and making me cry a cocksuckers tears, "yeh Bitch, hows that dick taste? Oh fuck, oh yeah, you got a nice mouth, white boy. You want my cum, faggot?!?"

He pulls his cock out and starts slapping it down brutally on my face and lips, "You want that cum, Cocksucker?!?" Big D's in control now and the girls watch on in awe, "Answer me Pussy boy, and if you beg me right I'll share some of my cream with your girlfriend too!! Maybe even break off a piece in her pussy."

"Yes Big D... slap slap I want your cum... slap slap... Please feed me bro... slap slap... I want to drink it all... slap slap... Feed me your cum, Darnell," I beg like a dog for a bone as saliva and precum explode all over me from the force of his dick smacking. He pummels my faces with his turgid tool and then goes back to pumping my head on his shaft as he talks dirty to me.

"You like this shit, Jay? You like knowing that these girls are watching you suck my dick... being my bitch? Is that what turns you on? You want me to take your girl too? You want this cum? You want this...ummmm... you want this nut? I'mma give it to ya... yeh, I'mma give it to ya... here it comes, bitch. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!"

I shouldn't be surprised at the explosion of Big D's sauce and the heavy thick bitter flavor, but I've never had it fed to me like this before. Helplessly held on to this throbbing cock I flail about as I'm force fed what feels like a pint of cum. I start to slap his thighs letting him know I can't take anymore, but he holds me firm.

"Nah Jay, you're gonna take all of that shit, choke on it, bitch!!" I hear the girls moaning as Cassie and Liz both cum hard from seeing me dominated like this as their girlish hands work between their sopping slits, and I choke down the cum as best I can, losing a lot of it out of the sides of my lips and managing as well as I can to be the best possible cum receptacle for Darnell, having been made totally submissive and owned before everyone.

Eventually his big black cock stops spurting and I go to pull my sore jaw and puffed up lips off of him, but he stops me, "No. There's still more left, milk the rest out of there."

I obediently start squeezing his balls and milking the shaft, receiving two more mouthfuls. I suck this ambrosia of the Gods out the glans, flicking my tongue against the piss slit, and swallow the rest, and his hand let's me up as I falls backwards.

"Come here, babygirl, clean the rest of Big D up," under the spell of BBC, Cassie crawls over to Darnell and he wraps her hair around his hand and guides her face down and around his cum streaked stomach, cock, balls, taint, et al. Dragging her mouth over the crime scene and coaching her, "Yeh cutie pie, get all that black daddy juice. You like my big dick baby?"

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir, it's the biggest I've ever seen," she's starting to finger herself.

Liz nods her head toward the action, mouthing the words 'watch this' as Cassie's eyes fog up with lust for my best bro. She becoming more submissive to Big D by the second, trying to sound sexy and please him and she does, but she's also frightened, and this causes her to get even more wet and turned on.

"Maybe you should fuck her, Darnell. Show her what a real man's like in bed," goads Liz, who just came hard, "I can verify she's never had anyone as big or as studly as you before and if you fuck her good she'll be yours forever."

It's an odd mix of emotions that fly through me as I try to get myself off, jerking off as I watch my new black Daddy manhandle my girlfriend and slowly take control of her. He nods at Liz, deciding that taking my girl and cuckolding me is a good idea. I'm getting hot, but also pissed at Liz for trying to make trouble.

He shoves her face into his taint and the bottom of his large ass cheeks. She's forced to bend over to serve his sweaty crevice and he uses this to smack her ass hard, the sound echoes through the room as she squeals in pain, and he fingers her ass crack and feels her meaty cheeks, nodding in approval of the big butt, testing the tender pale flesh as I start to approach climax.

"Ok, we can do that... we can do that... what do you say baby, how about me and you go to my room and I pound that tight little cunt wide open all night, you like that? You wanna be my girl?" he still has a tight grip on her hair and drags her quivering body up onto his own by her scalp without regard for her pain.

"Yes Sir,I think... I... Please someone... I dunno..."

I can see that I'm losing my girl to my Dom roommate as he's shoving his tongue in her mouth. She's half in and out of consciousness and submission, this person who helped me understand my sexuality, this little petite redhead. I care about her and I realize this all the more in the moment. Darnell starts kissing her hard and she starts kissing him deeply right back after a couple of seconds. Seeing them so intimate actually makes me jealous, as if everything was just a joke.

We've both been rendered submissive by Darnell, and his new sidekick Liz. Poor little Cassie whimpers as he licks his long tongue all over her face. She comes out of her submissive coma for a second realizing what's happening.

She's looking for me as Darnell swirls his tongue over her cheeks and nose. She can't see me with D's hand in her hair as his other hand smacks her ass repeatedly.

"Jarred?" and she groans in disgust, "Jarred?!? Where are you? Eww, God no, please Sir," her eyes start to tear up as she struggles at the horrifying new development.

"Take her Darnell, make her your bitch just like you did to Jared," says my girlfriends girlfriend and Cassie looks at Liz, shocked and betrayed, and then, not being able to see me from my position on the floor, she cries, "Jarred, please, help me, if he's puts his big dick in me, I... I can't, I can feel myself slipping again..."

I come out of my cum-soaked stupor, realize that I'm sitting there jerking off like a bitch as Big D tries to turn out the coolest little chick I've met in a long time. My cock is still rock hard at the thought of it as I plead with my stud buddy, "Alright D, let her go, man. Please bro."

Darnell's hard again at the interesting turn of events, and now that he's cum hard once already he'll be able to take Cassie all night and end up owning my white girlfriend. She has the finest white ass she's ever seen, aside from mine, and she's the best cocksucker he's ever had.

"Sorry Jay, but I'm thinking about making this one mine. You seen her deep throat this dick. Nobodies done that to me before, and she's got a big fat ass like you. You seen her pussy and asshole? I'mma break this one in hard myself," he beams at me, "I got plenty of dick for you both, but this one's gonna have my babies. You can watch and jerk off here or can you go jerk off in your room."

Liz screams hearing this as she flicks her bean and looks at me with an evil glare. Darnell looks at me, winking twice with his right eye so Liz can't see. He looks at me as if to say, 'It's your decision, man. What are you gonna do, let me have her or take her for yourself?'

I stifle a laugh and shrug. This isn't our first rodeo. Being cuckolded is horrific, but only if you're against it. I just cum hard from it and I'm learning the freakier the scene the better. I like Cassie, but don't forget, DON'T EVER FORGET THIS SHIT: I have a line of bimbos, all perfect tens, waiting for me anywhere I go. 

I'm fucking Jarred, remember? 

D's bigger than me, sure, but I'm still a 6'3", 220lbs white fitness model with a legendary ass and a 9 inch cock. I have 12% body fat. There are magazines with my picture in them, does anyone reading this bullshit really think that I'm shook that my best friend is fucking some slag I met a week ago?

I've been on top of women with Darnell's hands on my ass, helping me out by pumping me into her from behind so that I'll have free hands and focus to text the next group of whores to come take her place, and THAT girl was here to see Darnell, not me, but I play along with whole scene like I don't get it, 'Uh oh, what's this sick animal gonna do now?'

"Darnell," I wink, "let her go man, that's my girl, bro." I ham it up a little, but they buy it as I keep stroking myself.

Darnell looks away from me, his eyes drilling threateningly into Cassie's terrified face as he grabs his cock and starts lining it up to penetrate her tiny pussy, no doubt ruining it forever and sealing her fate, haha. His gargantuan cock head makes first contact with her wet pink slit and her lips starts to spread out over and onto the beast.

"Darnell, b-b-b-but she's my girl," Darnell and I both have to look away from the girls so as not to blow our cover, "you're b-b-b-big black cock will simply ruin her."

He takes his eyes off her and puts them on me as he releases her hair. She's no longer held up as the tip of his penis slips inside her pussy raw, and she grunts hard as her now lifeless body starts sinking down, inch by inch, "Come on, Jay. We shared bitches before, I already got my dick in her, let me just fuck her once," he says as my girlfriend falls slowly further into his dick.

She's halfway down now and back in her submissive coma, snuggling into Big D. Her ass cheeks and pussy are vibrating wildly independent of her body around my buddies BBC, as she starts to mold to Darnell. Cassie shudders as she keeps sliding further down his thick shaft, bottoming out as her hips meets his. 

She's helpless now lost in her submission as her pussy gets stretched, "Jarred, I'm sorry baby, I... I can't anymore..." she starts to ride him, her pussy lips push in and out as she bucks on the massive invader, "Oh, oh no, not again, I need this dick so baaaad."

"Cassie? No."

I stand up and turn away like I'm angry, but I'm laughing my ass off at the scene, loving it as Liz thinks I'm crying. Like, she actually thinks I'm crying over this, I like Cassie a lot, but really? Liz and Cassie are totally out of their minds over the whole thing as my eyes meet Darnell's. He winks twice again, and I grin at him. 

As my girlfriend rides my best friends freakish cock, Darnell's eyeing me hard, and Liz sees it as a vindictive look to me, like, 'Hey, I'm gonna own your girl and there's nothing you can do.' She goads him on making faces at me. I look at her for a second and play it up like my world is shattering.

Its makes me uber-horny to see my girlfriend on Big D's big D. I'm all for this, I stroke myself staring right back at him and start to realize how hot I am for him. I am crazy jealous, but only because it's not me riding his dick now. I am officially ready to get 'Broken In' by Darnell now, throat and ass.

I can even go one further, I'm kind of pissed at the slow pace of their fuck. I think about how this is so un-Darnell-like to fuck this way. I think, 'What the fuck, man? I'm letting you fuck my girlfriend. Can you do it like you're wearing a pair of fucking bull balls please? FUCKING WRECK THIS FUCKING WHORE!! Gee whiz.'

My girlfriend cute little show of getting transfixed on D's penis starts to work her into a frenzy and when I can tell she's close to cumming I come up behind them and give him the signal as Darnell grabs her hips, lifts her off his cunt-stretching cock, and lets her fall against him unconscious. 

"Wait, so close, no!!' and she goes limp. I let her slide down his body, the mess on Darnell's slick crotch and cock smears over her naked flesh as we both laugh out loud. 

I catch her before she hits the floor, scooping her up in my arms as she starts to fall to the ground like a discarded rag doll. She's 'mine' again and she curls into me, coming back to life and whispering 'thanks you's' in my ear as I look at Darnell in mock shock.

"Darnell! Shame on you, trying to fuck the shit out of this poor girl like that, you probably ruined her pussy," Liz looks at both of us in shock, confused, "I mean, I love your dominant shit, bro. I mean it, take out your insecurities and sexual frustration on my mouth all you want, but there's a line you don't cross. Look at what you did to her tiny pussy?" I say sarcastically as I recklessly toss her small body over my shoulder and spread her legs awkwardly wide, showing him the gape in her vagina, and he barely broke her in just now. 

I scold him in the tone of a kindergarten teacher to a child who just took another kids toy, "You need to control that shit with my woman, man. Just because she's a sloppy wanton black cock slut hungry for your cum doesn't mean you can do anything you want to do. Okaaaaay?" I stretch out my arms and say this with my girlfriend still wobbling slung half awake over my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, man. I don't know what came over me. You know how I get when I get worked up. She's so submissive. Seriously, she's got the best mouth and pussy I ever felt> Good find, man. If you hadn't of taken her just now I would've seriously made babies with that sick bitch. I'm soooooo sorry," Darnell jerks his cock looking at Cassie's fat ass. I point it right at him for a bit with her murmuring nonsense hanging upside down on me.

"Mmmm, damn she's fine, Jay. You're sure I can't just... I dunno, fuck the shit out of her just like... just this once, pwetty pwease?" I look at him again and shake my finger at him as if to say, 'Oh you!!' and then he responds, "Ok man, you tell me. What do I gotta do to make it up to you? I'll do anything, man."

"Well, hmmm... Let's. Just. See. You ARRRRE a dominant sexy stud, right Big D?" I say, coming up with a devious idea, "You think you can turn out anyone in this room? Because from the looks of it, Liz seems pretty hot for your cock, why don't you pound her out all night and while I take care of... uhhh... the black cock slut cum hungry bitch Cassie here?," I smack her ass to punctuate the statement, "You turn out that loud mouth obnoxious cunt Liz to BBC and we can call it even. Deal? You think you can let Liz have your babies?"

"Hahahaha!! Sure man, we can do that... we can do definitely do that!"

I slap my woman's ass again, even harder, as I give Big D thumbs up. My cock, still pointing at the ceiling, twitches at the twisted scene and I wink at him for a last time and he grins, taking my meaning and rising from the couch. Turning towards Liz, who's weakened and vulnerable after having multiple orgasms, "What you say, baby? I got plenty BBC left for you."

Liz goes white, and I mean even whiter than before, at the suggestion, now entranced by the BBC and starts to blather out something as Darnell's muscles flex and bulge in his now familiar 'I'm in charge here and you're my bitch' stance. His hand strokes her face as she tries to blubber a terrified response but fails. 

The last thing I see is Darnell's hands roughly grabbing Liz by the hair and as I turn away from them I hear the icing on the cake as Darnell returns to his slang talk, "You nice an thick, Liz, by the end of tonight you gon be all mine, babygirl. I'll have you suckin' as good as yo bitch Cassie. You just need to be broken in, cutie pie. Looks like the only sex slave here is gon be you. By the way, you ever take it up ass, bitch?"

I slip Cassie off my shoulder and slide her effortlessly into my arms "You ok, little one?" I ask all saccharine-like with a hint of danger. She's awakens fully staring up at me. As I cradle my now swooning girlfriend she says, "Thank you, Jarred, thank you," and she starts to well up with tears again, "You're welcome, Cassie. You're my girl. I would never let anyone take you away from me."

See that, no big deal, just a Friday at my place and some good damn orgasms.

"Now let's get you fucked proper, baby." 

I take her to my room and use my tongue to clean Darnell's tasty sauce off of her. As I get ready to make love to my sweet girlfriend I hear a faint high pitched squeal from across the apartment, 'There it is right on cue,' I think to myself happily. 

Never underestimate two debauched professional players, ladies. You're always going to end up getting fucked in the end.



Broken In Ch. 04



Jarred was heading home after having spoken with his girlfriend about her helping him to prepare for Darnell. They were to meet tomorrow morning and spend all day turning him out. She would start using toys and strap ons to loosen him up, show him how to deep throat, and tutor him in the art of pleasing superior black men and working on BBC like a proper whore. 

When he was ready he would proposition his roommate and knock his socks off with his new skills. He definitely wanted to be broken in by Big D, but he wanted it on his terms. He knew that if he let Darnell break in him it would be savage and animalistic and he was scared of how that would go, so he was taking this alternative road instead, and he found the perfect girlfriend to help him.

When he got there Darnell was naked, although Jarred had asked him not to dress that way. To the burgeoning white boy bottom bitch it was just too much temptation for him to handle, and Darnell had agreed, but now it seems he had forgotten. 

"Hey D, umm... watcha doing?"

Darnell has his own plans for Jarred, and unbeknownst to the young man they definitely didn't involve letting some little bitch break him in first. Since the night Jarred sucked D's cock in front of the girls, Darnell had been saving up his cum because he knew that Jarred was ready. He had a couple of white boys over and let them slurp and ride him for a while, then denied them his cum shot at the end, saving it for his new prized bottom bitch. 

Jarred was going to be Darnell's trophy, the epitome of everything he had learning in being a Dominant top. He's going to use that white boy until Jarred was a whole different person. His policy is to only rape the willing, and Jarred had provided him with more than enough information for him to comfortably move forward. He isn't just going to turn out his friend, he's going to make sure he owns him completely. Jarred will be unrecognizable after Big D gets done with him.

"Just chillin', man. You?"

"No, I mean... you're naked," says Jarred with a bit of an attitude, "You know what I'm talking about, man. We spoke about this already."

Darnell flies towards his roommate and punches him in the gut. Someone that big and powerful shouldn't be able to move that quick. Jarred feels the air rush out of lungs, he hears that whoosh of breath out of mouth, and he hits the ground gripping his stomach and gasping for air. 

Darnell lets him catch his breath and then says, "Jay, you my bitch now. You don't make the rules no more, man. Besides, you about to fall in love wit Big D," Darnell grabs the white boys wrist and drags Jarred into his room, kicking the door closed behind him with a hard slam and tossing the confused hurt white boy onto his bed like he weighs nothing, into his dojo, into Jared's future.

"Darnell, Jesus fucking Christ... I don't know what you think you're doin..." bam, Jarred catches a slap to the face that comes out of know where and he sees stars. 

"Strip faggot, and if I have to ask you again, I'm taking you with no lube, you'll need stitches, man," Big D says as he goes over to his laptop, turns on some hip hop, and clicks some other stuff, "That what you want, white boy? Show up at the hospital with a torn asshole, all those nurses talking shit about the pretty faggot who got fucked so hard up his ass he's split in two?"

"Darnell, what the fuck, "Jarred's scared as shit now as his eyes start welling up with tears, this is not how it's supposed to happen, "you wouldn't hurt me that bad. I thought you liked me... we're best friends!!"

"You'll be thanking me soon enough. Now... if you aint naked soon I'm gonna fuck you to death white boy. You been teasing the big man too long, now let's do this shit... NOW!!" Darnell roars at Jarred shaking his superior cock at the new boy. His balls are boiling for the horrified Caucasian. 

Jarred's shaking and crying. Darnell looks at him with no sympathy, and internally smiles as he see Jarred start to settle into his submissive bottom bitch role as he slips his shirt over his head, and unfastens his jeans, pulling them off. 

Jarred is not only no less angelic than the day he met Big D, he's better now. His muscles are tighter yet bulkier; his ass is more pronounced and seems to shine in fading evening light. Every movement illustrated the hard work the new bitch puts in at the gym. That tight bod, those tight holes. Jarred's wearing a thong, bright blue, and goes to slip it off, "Nah, man, leave them panties on, we going to start with your mouf anyways."

Darnell moves over to the bed real quick and Jarred flinches, afraid of getting beat again, "Nah, babyboy, you don't need be scared no more, " Darnell caresses the white boys trembling jaw, runs his pointer finger over the plump lips, "You just be my bitch and I won't have to fuck you up. Got me?" 

"Yes Sir," says the studly white man with a shaky voice.

Darnell gets on the bed and both men find themselves on the mattress facing one another standing on their knees, with Jarred slightly cowering and Darnell flexing and posturing himself to tower over him, "You know you gon have to do shit tonight you never thought you ever would, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"Mmmmm, and you know if you resist me you gon be punished hard, right?" Darnell is sadistic now, he licks his lips.

"Yes Sir."

"Good, now toss my salad, faggot. Get your face deep in there and play with my cock and balls while your eat my ass out," Darnell drops his menacing tone when he says this turns around and bends over in front of Jarred, pointing two massive mounds of chocolate muscle at the shocked young man.

Darnell's ass is gorgeous, but there's no way Jarred would've ever done anything that nasty to him, especially not to start out, but Darnell wasn't fucking around, he knew this boy needed to be taken down a notch and starting with a rimjob for his new Master is just what the doctor ordered.

"Jay, you got five seconds, and I aint gon count, you need to jam that pretty faggot ass white boy bitch face in my cheeks, man, or I'm gonna rip you apart, right now."

Jarred sees his roommate's muscles starts to bulge like the Incredible Hulk knowing he'll be beaten and raped terribly if he refuses and without thinking too much he bends over behind his roommate and smells his friends ass for a second like a dog does to another dog. Big D's behind carries that same musk that his cock eschews, but with a little bit of extra funk in there too. Jarred swallows his pride and jumps right in out fear of being reprimanded harshly, jamming his gorgeous model's face into D ass with reckless abandon.

"Mmmm, yeh, that's what I'm talking about, bitch. Get in there deep. Lick that hole, faggot," Jarred's trying not to puke as he pushes his tongue against Darnell's wrinkled sphincter, "Reach around, homo. Grab that fat dick you love so much. Show me how much you love Big D, you fucking faggot."

Jarred's name tonight is faggot. Eventually Darnell will soften up on him and give him a proper name, Jay or Babyjay, but for now the expert top mentors the amateur bottom with a craftsman's skill. Jarred starts grabbing the gigantic phallus, which is semi-hard as usual, as he plants his once-straight gorgeous face into Darnell's buttocks.

He's starts really trying to eat Darnell's asshole out. At first he was scared he was going to have to eat his shit, or something truly depraved beyond his own means, but Darnell's asshole had that same musky raunchy taste as his cock and Jarred was starting to get into it. His mouth was watering again and the crack of the Nubian ass was slicking with the fresh boy's saliva.

Jarred braces his left hand against Darnell's left cheek, gripping it slightly and admiring its unyielding steel consistency. Jarred always knew that men who do labor have a different type of impacted muscle then men who work out, but he's never had the pleasure of experiencing it as intimately as he does now. The muscles of these men are far denser, they have more stamina, and they're just simply stronger.

The added leverage from gripping the coal black ass cheek enables him to grip the BBC all the more harder as he starts munching Darnell's butt with more enthusiasm as he pumps his friend's penis from behind. He suctions his lips around the hole, sucking as hard as he can, and shooting tongue hard against the anus.

"Yeah Jarred, you like that black Daddy butt, don't you boy. Tell me, baby, tell me how you like tossing my salad, faggot!!," says Darnell, started to get excited that this is really, finally, actually happening.

"This is so fucking nasty, man, "Jarred attacks the ass, rubbing his face up and down the crack. Darnell's cock twitches as Jarred starts to really serve him, "I can't believe I like doing this right now. Your ass is amazing... so firm and tight and big."

Darnell hears his cue and sits up, denying his new boy for a moment. He turns around and tackles Jarred into the bed, grinding his cock against the shocked white boy as he starts licking the layer of funky sweat and ass juice off of his new bitches face, "Mmm, yeh, you taste good, Jay," he dives back in, he licks Jarred's face as the white man writhes in disgust beneath him.

"Ewwwwe, oh god," moans Jarred as Big D clamps his lips on Jarred's mouth, invading Jarred's lips with his long tongue. The black man takes a second to look at his toy then speaks, "I've been waiting a long time for this shit, baby boy. You're a primed bitch boy now. You're about to be broken in hard as shit, old school, faggot, you know that, right?"

Darnell doesn't wait for an answer. He dives back into Jarred's slobbering, panting mouth, kissing him harder than ever, he leans his massive sinewy chest onto Jarred's own cut pecs and reaches down to cup Jarred healthy fat ass.

He starts humping at light speed onto Jarred, roughly grinding his BBC against the white boys smaller package, crushing Jarred's cock and testicles, beating it limp as Darnell lays on Jarred, pinning him down. He's being made to suck face with his dominant black friend as he gets dry humped hard. 

Jarred hears his cell phone ring with Cassie's call tone as he tries to tolerate the domination, a feeling and a theme that will stay with them all night. It dawns on him that he's going to bear the brunt of a lot of rough treatment.

Darnell slows down, and starts to passionately kiss his new white boy, wanting to really enjoy this whole experience as Jarred starts to realize that his friend is far more experienced with men then he is, Jarred's second realization of the hook up, other than he'll have to grin and bear a lot of abuse, is that Darnell basically hoodwinked him into thinking that the black man was straight.

Right as this thought comes to him Darnell stops the rough kissing and humping and rudely turns Jarred over, "Oh god D, please noooo!!" is the last line he gets out as he thinks, 'My best friend is to rape me and tear my asshole in two!'

But instead Darnell brings his right arm around the throat of his buddy and squeezes the air out of him. He starts dry humping Jarred's buns hard and slow, his fat turgid black weapon forces itself hard down into the meaty ass crack, and Jarred's thick cheeks act as hotdog to his friend sausage, wrapping around it like the two were made for each other.

"Ewww, oh God, D!"

"Mmmmm, yeh faggot, beg and cry for help. Ain't no one coming. I'mma get me some of this good pussy right here."

Darnell loves the hot body contact with his built roommate, but he also knows that turning Jarred out will be tough because Jarred is so strong. In order to break him down he needs to oppress and physically drain him, so he near suffocates Jarred while dry fucking his cock into his ass crack for the next ten minutes, as Jarred starts gagging and turns bright red.

Jarred has an iron grip on D's forearm when the savage choking begins, trying to grunt out a begging for help, thinking this is gone far worse than he thought, 'Is he trying to kill me?!?!? Someone please help me, save me from this sick fuck!! What did I do? What was I thinking?!?' says his internal dialogue as he struggles for air.

Jarred almost passes out a couple times as he fights as hard as he can to stay alive, trying to pry the steely hard arms from around his neck is impossible, and he instinctively tries to squirm, wriggle and do anything he can, slowly losing all his reserve strength as he falls limp to the mattress, Darnell starts grinding his ass harder and by now Jarred's ass cheeks have been desensitized to the constant friction.

Darnell loosens his choke hold and get up on all fours over his victim, he smacks Jarred's ass with almost full strength and Jarred lurches in agonizing pain as the treatment. Darnell's hands are callous and the white boy ass cheeks are muscular, but hypersensitive and soft to the touch. He yelps like a hurt puppy as Darnell chuckles. 

'Nah, I'll save the spanking for another time when he starts to get brave and conceited, after he's turned out and doing my bidding,' thinks Big D malevolently. He gives Jarred one more cruel smack on the other cheek just as hard for good luck and good measure, "Time to start sucking, faggot ass."

Darnell lies back on his bed, bunches up some pillows against the head board as Jarred comes out of his fog of pain from a near black out. Darnell notices it took fifteen minutes to drain Jarred completely before he gave up and accepted death. Longer than he thought it would take. He decides he'll have to be extra brutal to his pal today to ensure he get's broken in proper. This is going to be a fucking work of art, literally and figuratively.

Jarred whimpers and pants as he crawls with great effort over to his new Master, his ass cheeks sting from the hard slaps, he can still feel Darnell's fat shaft in his crack from the excessive humping, a phantom cock haunting his anus, and his neck is sore from the extreme strangling.

He goes over to Darnell, and like last time he starts caressing the big man, feeling up his cock, and Darnell bitch slaps him again. Jarred gasps like a bitch this time, all out of fight and surrendering his manly voice as well as his heterosexuality to his dominant black Daddy.

"Those bitches ain't here, faggot. Just suck dick, bitch."

Jarred picks himself up and huddles down between Big D's legs on his knees sniffling, hunching over to the grab the cock and starts licking up the shaft. He's on autopilot now, traumatized by the whole ordeal and just going through the motions when the taste of his new tyrannical lover awakens his inner gay spirit.

He plunges his face down on the cock over come with lust for this powerful object, 'Yes, I'm Darnell's bitch now. He's right. Mmmmm,' his thoughts cloud over and his body focuses on the task, with the taste and feel of pulsing BBC pushing out his internal dialogue and replacing it with raw sensation, erasing his former existence and rebuilding himself as Jay, Darnell's faggot ass white boy bottom bitch.

Darnell watches in amusement as the newbie cocksucker slobbers and tries to take down as much black dick as he can, letting him try to deep throat it in vain, letting him experiment with it for ten and then fifteen minutes, then a half an hour. Jarred's phone rings again, he can hear his girlfriend trying to get in touch with him for the second time.

Jarred sucks cock until his arms start to shake and his jaw goes numb, "Ayt man, let's start with your throat," and with that Darnell bounds up with a spring in his step, grabbing his bitch by the hair and dragging the toned white man to the edge of the bed. Rolling him on his back Darnell pulls Jay's shoulders to the edge of the mattress and lets his head fall.

"Say 'ahh' faggot!" Darnell lines his cock up with Jarred's mouth. From this position and angle he has a straight shot to help his white boy stretch out his throat and turn him into a proper cocksucker. He slips the head into Jarred's mouth who accepts it readily, sealing his lips tight around the shaft. The African lodges his onyx penis well into the tight warm mouth of his friend.

Darnell reaches forward and lifts Jarred's legs up, grabbing the new born faggot's feet and pinning his white knees behind Darnell's elbows, bending Jarred uncomfortably in half as he pumps his hips forwards to touch his glans to the white boy's throat.

"Gacckkkakkkargggggg!!" Jarred's body, weakened from the torture, jerks and jumps around to try and stop the intrusion with no hope of escape. He's been properly pinned by the larger skilled black top, "Don't fight it, Jay. Swallow it down." 

Darnell knows he can instruct his friend further, but he also knows that breaking in him as hard as possible is what is best if Jarred's going to come to be owned body and mind. If he can break in this bitch hard and have him comes back asking for more there's no end to the possibility. Jarred's the cream of the crop. He can pimp this one out for some real money.

He's insistently pushing at the tight entrance to Jarred's throat, bites his tongue instead of giving advice and roots for his friends to figure it out so can he start the next step, 'Come on, Jay, you can do it, baby,' he thinks. Jarred's gagging hard and then swallows even harder, his throat opens up wide letting the BBC in, and Darnell punches his hips forward, seating himself deep into friend's face.

Jarred's neck bulges out obscenely as his source of oxygen gets cut off, he want to gag, he wants to spit this cock out, he wants to move his head, but he's completely pinned as Darnell start fucking in out of the mouth slowly, he takes his time so his bitch can suck in a little air on the pull back, and in no time the entrance way to Jarred's throat offers no more resistance.

Darnell starts pumping deeper. The constricted space of Jarred's throat bulges. The savage stretching is painful for the white boy indeed and Jarred's making this weird groaning sound that keeps getting cut off when Darnell plunges forward. He half groans in a desperate scream and half hums as Darnell's BBC saws in and out cutting off his airway and his ability to verbalize.

The massive black mans hulking figured looms wretchedly over the helpless hapless Jarred, driving into him as he starts to bottom out deep into the tortured soul's neck. Darnell's swollen scrotum hammers the bridge of Jarred's nose over and over, "There you go, Jay. Taking it all now," says the black man in encouraging baritone. 

Jarred can hardly comprehend the statement, but understands that he's being encouraged, doing well for his new Master.

Darnell's cock hardens even more at the victory and the big man has to concentrate to avoid erupting in the tight slick tunnel, the first major hurdle overcame, the cartilage of the tight throat slickens and molds to the big black cock.

Jarred is half conscious now, his jaw in agony, his lips plumped obscenely, and denied oxygen to the point of being in a half state of easily suggestible consciousness. The only order he receives from 'Master' is to get fucked by this giant cock, learn to be a black man's bottom bitch.

Darnell bottoms out for the last time, humps deep and ruthlessly into friends face and pulls his legs back until he feel the joints about to pop out of Jarred's hip sockets then pulls his titanic cock out of the destroyed orifice and lets the limp body of his former friend and new bitch spring free, like a rubber band accidentally sent flying.

Darnell goes back to lounging on the head boards as Jarred lays lifeless, slowly coming back to the sober world of not taking massive cock hard down his throat. Darnell gets on his cell phone to his friend as Jarred tries to pull himself together after being so brutalized.

"Yo, you owe me that $500... yup... right now, all night long... Maybe, I'll let you know how he turns out... Yeh, hahahaha!! Peace."




Broken In Ch. 04



"Suck this dick, faggot," says Big D uninterested now, not even bothering to look up from his phone as Jarred crawls crookedly over to Big D. He's on his knees in anguish between the tree trunk thighs, grabs the man's cock and goes to work. He can hardly even feel his mouth, his throat feels ravished, all he does feel is pain, and Jarred lunges his face onto the cock and deep throats the whole thing in the first shot, Darnell holds the white bitch down until he passes out.

It's an hour later when the white boy comes to, weakened and owned but rested and ready, his mouth, jaw, and lips are a slovenly slight to behold. He tries to speak but he hasn't gotten control of his vocal chords with his new throat yet. He's face down on the bed, his thong is gone with pillows propped up underneath his hips. His butt feels kind of wet and Darnell rests his feet on the fresh new slaves back, watching TV as he feels the haggard body stir.

"Ayt, main event time, faggot," Darnell laughs at this, jumps off the bed and clicks something on his laptop again, and then crawls around to Jarred's swimming head, placing his semi-hard missile into the white boys mouth, "Let's go, faggot. Suck that black snake meat hard, I got some ass to break in."

Jarred's doesn't have a chance to suck anything as Big D starts humping his long fat shaft into the white boys face, "Mmmmm, we got your broken in on this end, white boy," and Darnell, pleased with his work on Jarred, gets hard quicker than he thought he would.

"Yeh faggot, you sucking that dick like you want it up in that tight pussy again, right?"

"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm."

"You like the way that dick makes your pussy sing, faggot?"

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm."

"Tell your new daddy how much you love his dick?" Darnell pulls out of Jarred's face.

"I love you cock, Daddy."

"You love your daddy, Babyjay? You love being my bitch? Tell me faggot," says Darnell to Jarred sweetly.

"I love you, Darnell. I love you, Daddy. I love you so muggggaaarckkkk!"

Darnell pumps into his new bottom bitch, impressed the white boy's progress and bottoms out again, getting it nice and wet, "Ayt, let get you fucked."

Darnell hops out of Jarred and crawls around the limp body, coming around behind him and taking a second to enjoy the view. Jarred's ass is perfect, so tight, so toned, round, meaty, and muscular. This is a perfect white bubble ass that sticks out like a shelf.

"Ayt faggot, say goodbye to your old life," Darnell mounts up on the prone white boy knowing this position and angle will tear the new bitch apart. Prone is a cruel way to take him the first time, but it's going to feel real good for the giant African God-man. He grabs his cock and places it at Jarred's entrance as Jarred snaps awake.

"D please, please no. What about a condom, what about lube?!?" Darnell get annoyed.

"Daddy don't use a condom when he fucks his property, faggot," whispers Big D, "and you already lubed."

Jarred thinks Darnell means his spit but while Jarred was out cold Darnell cleaned him out with a shower enema and lubed him up deep. Jarred has no idea, but it really doesn't matter anyway. There's no preparing a man for a beast like Darnell.

Darnell starts pumping himself slightly into his best friend. He knocks on Jarred's back door repeatedly and Jarred starts panicking at the baseball bat that's asking for admittance inside of his body. The thick plump head squishes with every pump as Darnell starts to gain purchase splitting Jarred's cheeks and just as Jarred is starting to get used to it Darnell punches his cock forward.

Darnell pumps himself up into his pal in a split second, but to Jarred it all went in slow motion. He felt Big D move his hips back an extra sliver to give him leverage to spike his rod up Jarred's ass and stake his claim. He felt the slippery cockhead rush ever so slowly against his anus with powerful force, and then felt his sphincter expand impossibly wide as the lips of his new found pussy crowned around the glans of Darnell's BCC, Jarred's stretched asshole clamping tightly around it.

Jarred instantly flies into motion. His lower half humps down into the pillows trying to get away, his legs spread wider, and his upper half snaps upwards, the inadvertent effect of this being that his back arches, his ass cheeks split even wider, his sphincter quivers and sucks hard at the black column of meat, and he makes himself even more prime to his new Master for a good fucking.

"Ayeeegggarg, ooooh, mmmmm, no, please, darnennnmmmmph," Darnell smacks his palm over Jarred's mouth and drives his hips forward, the rough and extra tight passage eased by the plentiful helping of lube applied earlier. He meets some resistance but stays hopeful in his fuck, fighting through as Jarred's ass cheeks and entire hole indents downward, sucked painfully inside the ravaged rectum near the point of tearing tissue.

Both men grunt and moan in agony as Darnell is about to bottom out, "Just a couple... more... inches... and... THERE!!" he comes to the end as long fat cock is now fit snug inside his new victim. His mouth clamps down into Jarred's shoulder and savagely bites the flesh, nearly drawing blood as Jarred screams at the multiple intrusions and traumas he's experiencing.

The biting distracts Jarred long enough for Big D to root himself comfortably inside of the white boy. As he gnaws the shoulder he spreads open the tasty cheeks wide again and pulls the tight sphincter flush around the root of his dick, "Ooooh, D, ooh no, oh God, please, I can't, D please, you're tearing me apart! Take it out, take it out, please D, TAKE IT OUT D!!"

Darnell stays firmly rooted inside as Jarred begs and cries and screams for help. Minutes pass by as Jarred's sudden explosion of energy softens and his resistance slowly fades, and right when Jarred collapses back down, letting his head fall onto the soft mattress, Darnell pumps his ass for the first time ever.

"OOOOOOoooooooh my god!!"

Darnell is seated firmly inside of the white boy again, hitting bottom for the second time after his initial hump. He bears down on him, preparing to plow into his new bitch and clear a BBC-shaped path, and then humps hard into him, not gaining any ground but creating friction. He does this for another minute, humping into Jarred, beating him into bed without actually pumping in and out, and then pulls back slowly, "Aaaaaaah no, please."

Darnell drives himself forward balls deep again, smiling on top of Jarred as he's feeling the ass flesh vibrate and hum working against his shaft and fat cockhead. Darnell starts pumping into Jarred, each fucking hump from the Top punctuated by a fucking grunt from the bottom. The mirrored noises they both make are the first time the two men work in unison as gay lovers, 'Good sign,' thinks Darnell.

As Darnell bottoms out and each time his big bull balls smother and cover Jarred's shrunken testicles. "Mmmmmmm," Darnell's officially having sex with Jarred now, sliding and gliding in out of the most perfect boy pussy he ever fucked, "Mmmmmmm, I'm gay, Jarred. I knew when I met you. I've been breaking in faggot ass white boys like you for years."

Darnell's hips smack into Jarred with no mercy as he continues his monologue right into Jarred's ear, "I've been plotting to get into this ass since I met you, faggot. Once I'm done with you... you ain't gon have no use for women no more. This asshole is a pussy now. I won, bitch, I won you as my prize and now I'm taking what's mine, get it?," Darnell bites his bottom lip, spread the white boys legs wide with his knees, and lets his legs fall in between them, enjoying this position a little more, pumping and pumping and pumping before pulling his new slave into a new fuck position. 

"Face down ass up, that the way we like to fuck faggots" Darnell smacks the ass and humps into Jarred hard, and Jarred emits a explosion of a sound that speaks of pain and surprise and gay sex, "God dayamn this pussy feels so good, you opening up to me now, almost broken in... I've been waiting to break you in for a long time, faggot."

Jarred's anal canal morphs into the shape of D's cock, broken in harder than any other white boy in Darnell's impressive history of dominance over the white race, both his throat and his mouth are now ready to please black men for the long haul as Darnell approaches climax.

Jarred's moaning and groaning, not quite in ecstasy, but he understands how this could feel good under the right circumstances as he moves his body with Darnell, encouraging the fuck from his position as receiver for the first time.

"Fuck yeh, Jay, fuck back against me, babyboy. Who do love, faggot?!?"

"Oh god, I love you, Daddy. Fuck your boy hard," wails Jarred as Darnell fucks himself so hard into his new bitch that both men flatten out on the mattress. Darnell grabs around Jarred's neck again choking him with one arm while his other hand grabs the white boys shoulder and he slams himself as fast and as hard as he can into the tortured bottom bitch as he roars a warrior's cry to the heavens as his seed rushes into his new slave.

"Now you uhhh... broken in... uhhh faggot. You feel... uhh... that cum? Uhh... you feel the difference?"

Jarred lays limp as his friend explodes into his ass, his eyes are squeezed shut and all he can feel is the big black cock lurching and vomiting semen into his guts. Darnell spits so much love snot into the white boy pussy hole that Jarred starts to go into a haze again, hypnotized by the rhythmic pumping of cum into his well used behind.

"Oh my god, Darnell, oh my god. That was amazing, I can't I dunno, wow," Jarred survived the fuck and thanks his new Master and partner as they catch their breath. The feeling of Darnell's cum inside of him sooths the torn anus, kisses the walls of his canal, and detaches his mind from his body redirecting the center of Jarred's being up his ass with D's cock where it belongs.

"You ain't done yet, Jay, that was round one... now for round two, faggot!!" 

Darnell humps the squishy lubed orifice again, still fully erect as Jarred goes pale and starts to scream for help, he can't possibly handle another fucking, but he gets choked out by the massive black hunk of arm that squeezes is neck.

Darnell fucks him well into the night, breeding both holes sloppy and raw until the witching hour. Eventually the only sounds heard are animals grunt, moaning, and the squelching wet slapping sound of rough gay sex, a good eight hours of breaking the young man in, as Jarred's cell phone rings on and off, his girlfriend Cassie wondering where he is and trying to make sure he's ok. 

It's three in the morning now and they're near the climax of the insane fuckfest, the most important part for any new bottom bitch to experience after getting broken, as Jarred rides on top of Darnell willingly now and is grinding his hips onto his man. 

The only thought he has now is his duty to his new God, Darnell. From the back it's a scene of perfect pornographic gay fucking. Two muscle studs in deep passion, one built white man with fat ass bouncing expertly on top of his massive black Daddy as a fat cock juts up into him.

Jarred's ass cheeks look heavenly wrapped around the big man. He works on top of Darnell with his head back moaning, "Feel that button, Jay. You feel it now?" Jarred feels it, flexing his thighs and ass moving up and down on his new boyfriend's gargantuan cock and wiggling his hips around slightly to get better penetration to his prostate.

Darnell's cock is encased well inside of Jarred, who is now fully realized as Jay, his faggot ass white boy bottom bitch. His new boy brings himself off to orgasm without even touching his cock. As he explodes cum all over his Master he squeezes his cheeks around Darnell's python and his Daddy shoots his fifth load deep up his ass, soothing the chafed sphincter again with his warm tangy man slime.

"Who bitch are you, Jay?"

"Yours Daddy," as Jarred leans down to deeply kiss his lover Big D, "I love you, Daddy. I'm all yours."

When he's finished Darnell passes out shortly after and Jay dutifully licks his exhausted Master's black skin clean without instruction. 

His cell phone rings again and he ignores it, leaving it on his Daddy's floor and limps off to his room. Happy to be finished he wears a gay old smile and collapses his mangled used form onto his comfy untarnished bed. He sucked and fucked a mammoth legendary cock all night long and brought himself and his new lover off to a grand finish. 

His purpose fulfilled he tries to ignore the pulsing feeling from his throat, lips and ass, he tries to ignore the pounding he can still feel in both ends, and just closes his eyes, laying face down to avoid the discomfort of having to feel any pressure against his new pussy as he passes out on the covers of his bed exhausted.