Dominion

• This is a work of fiction. My experiences and likes influence all my writing, so there might be a nugget or two of truth somewhere within, but don't worry, it's carefully hidden... Any similarity with actual people or places is entirely coincidental.

• This story involves interracial sex between adult men. There is lot of crude stereotyping, role play, nasty and demeaning language and other things that might be called kinky or just plain ignorant. If any of this offends you, please leave now.

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Tariq's dick was hard as hell, but there was something else.

As soon as he got home he pulled out all of Eric's personal information. He knew there was a chance that Eric had changed passwords and deactivated accounts, but it was worth a try.

He pulled up the first email account and logged in with no problem.

Through Friday Eric's email inbox was clean. After that it was all shopping and spam messages, just junk. Except for the first message. The oldest message in the box.

The email came from someone named "THE MAYOR" and the subject line was "Hidden Valley Club Web Update - MUST READ ERIC!!!"

Tariq almost logged off to try another email account, but at the last minute he clicked on the message. The message read, "Click to see the update for the Hidden Valley Club website. As soon as I finish getting the page ready, this will be the site everyone in Hidden Valley will see when they log in to the club's website. Enjoy Eric, you deserve this! And don't forget to turn up the damn volume!!!"

Tariq clicked the link. In seconds he saw the Hidden Valley Club logo at the top, and a video window embedded, like a Utube page. In a couple of seconds the video spooling was finished and it started. The first thing he saw was Eric's face, with the unmistakable look of pain and pleasure mixed on his face, tears running down his face, his mouth open as his face jerked back and forth on the screen. Within seconds Tariq could tell he was being fucked in the ass, and it was fast and rough. He saw dark hands reach around and grab Eric's neck, squeezing and pulling on Eric as the fucking continued.

The fucker was almost choking Eric, which disturbed Tariq and caught his attention. The fact he was having his ass plowed hard didn't evoke the same reaction. After all, that's what fucking looks like most of the time, and Tariq had been down that road a time or two himself - on the giving end, of course... But he had seen that face, just not on Eric.

The video continued for a while, and as Tariq turned up the volume he could hear the man fucking Eric talking mad shit, yelling and grunting. Eric was mainly sobbing and moaning. It seemed pretty clear this was something Eric didn't ask for. He didn't know why, but there was something about Eric's expression that made Tariq know he wasn't expecting this, wasn't expecting this rough fuck.

The camera angle changed suddenly and you could see the medium complexion of a cornrowed black male dog-fucking Eric, literally holding his limp, sagging body up by the waist first, and later by his shoulders and even by a fistful of his hair. This black dude was riding him like a pro, pounding mercilessly. You could see the sweat beading up on the black dude's back, and both he and Eric were wet with sweat.

Tariq's dick was now brick hard, as he adjusted himself and turned up the volume on the video. The dude was slapping Eric on the ass, calling him a bitch and a faggot, and ordering him to say his name. It was clear Eric was having trouble talking, and the sounds coming out of him mouth were controlled by the dick that was reaming his ass hard and fast. But as the orders from the top got louder and more insistent, Eric started to speak. The funny thing was you couldn't hear what Eric was saying, at least not what should have been the "name" that he was supposed to be calling out. It must have been edited out, he realized.

The camera angle changed one more time, and this time you saw the black top stilling hitting Eric from behind, but now he had him pressed flat on the bed. There was a look in Eric's face that was hard to describe. It was like he wanted to move. Tariq couldn't tell if he wanted to reach back and encourage the top, or push him off. But he just seemed dazed. Maybe he was drunk. Of course people can look strange when they've been fucked for an hour, especially with an aggressive top like this one. But there was just something about that look.

The scene cut back to Eric sucking on this guy's dick, or trying to suck maybe. He wasn't doing a good job, or else he didn't want that dick in his mouth. Eric had his eyes closed, but his face was cringing like he was being forced to swallow some bad medicine. Tariq didn't realize how apt that was...

Then we were back to the finale, as the top just started unloading in to Eric full blast, like he was trying to nail Eric to the bed. It was like a animal attack, with arms flailing and bodies slapping and sweat being slung off the fast moving bodies.

Tariq tugged at his pants a bit, needing a bit more space to accommodate his brick that was now twitching watching this fuck scene.

And then the video ended without warning. It was over ten minutes of fuck footage. You never really saw the face of the guy who was fucking him, but it was 110% clear who was getting fucked.

Tariq grabbed at his dick again, and then noticed you could scroll the screen. He clicked and scrolled down, and there he saw the pictures. There were perhaps 25 still pictures, all with Eric's name printed at the bottom of each one. Many of them had comments as well, things like "Hidden Valley's Virgin Ass, No More!!" or "Eric the Bitch moans like a Bitch" and "Who's Eric's Daddy Now?"

At the very bottom of the page was some text. It read:

DON'T PANIC YET, BITCH. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT, BUT DON'T TRY TO FIND ME. AND DON'T TRY ANY SHIT OR TRY TO FIND ME OR CALL THE LAW OR I SWEAR EVERYONE IN YOUR FAMILY AND EVERYONE IN THIS DAMN TOWN WILL SEE YOU CALLING ME DADDY AS YOU TOOK MY DICK LIKE THE TITE FUCKIN BITCH YOU ARE. YOU PROBABLY JUST WANT IT AGAIN, THIS TIME HARDER. MIGHT FUCK YOU AGAIN, MIGHT NOT. MIGHT BE MORE FUN TO FUCK UP YOUR LIFE. I WILL HAVE TO DECIDE.

BUT JUST SO YOU KNOW I SERIOUS, I SENT THIS TO ONE OTHER BITCH IN THE VALLEY. IM SURE YOU WILL HEAR ABOUT THAT SOON. WAS IT YOUR GIRLFRIEND, OR YOUR MOMS?

I LIKED UR TITE ASS, BUT YOU ARE A STUPID BITCH, LETTING YOURSELF GET VIDEOTAPED. NEVER TAKE A DRINK FROM STRANGERS, YOU DUMB CUNT. I KNOW YOU WANTED IT, BUT DAMN, HAVE SOME SELF-RESPECT. NO ONE IN TOWN, PERHAPS ANYWHERE IS EVER GONNA RESPECT YOU AGAIN. I COULD PUT THIS SHIT ON A COUPLE OF GAY WEBSITES AND EVERYONE IN THE WORLD WOULD RECOGNIZE YOUR FACE IN 48 HOURS. I HAVE THE POWER. YOU KNOW I HAD IT THAT NIGHT, AND NOW YOU KNOW I HAVE IT FOREVER. BITCH IS SOMETHING YOU WILL ALWAYS BE TO ME, THAT ASS IS MINE, I OWN YOU, AND I ALWAYS WILL.

I'LL BE IN TOUCH, BITCH.

Wow. Tariq had done some shit in his days, but this was some shit! So Eric got fucked and didn't know he was being taped. Damn. And now he was being blackmailed, or at least was about to be humiliated.

He started rubbing his dick through his jeans, knowing after seeing those pictures and seeing that fuck he was already about to bust. He knew there was something about this guy that turned him on, something unexpected from that night at the mall, something in his look and his walk and his face. And now he had just watching him being dug out hard, watched him call another dude daddy and take nutt deep inside.

Tariq was just about to bust, and suddenly he took his hand away from his dick. He scrolled back up to top of the page and restarted the video. He knew he saw it flash, just as it cut from one scene to the next, so he scrolled forward quickly through the video, trying to find that spot. There it was. For just a fraction of a second there was the face of the dude fucking Eric. It was only a side shot and it was gone in a flash, but there it was... He tried to pause the video on that image over and over again, and finally he was able to catch it just at the right moment. But you couldn't identify the man, it just wasn't clear enough.

Tariq tried to download the video, but the website would only allow viewing. He figured he could adjust it and perhaps increase the resolution or check it in slow motion in one of his video programs. No luck. He tied adjusting the resolution on his screen and increasing the size of the video, but the larger it got the more blurry the image became.

"DAMN!" Tariq slammed his fist on the desk. This shit was really pissing him off now, he wanted to know who the fuck this was. It was such a tease to see that little glipse of the dude, but it was no use. He had tried everything he could think of, but it was no use. He jumped up from his chair so quickly and with so much force he knocked his chair over, but not even the banging of the chair on the floor was enough to distract Tariq at this point. He felt his dick start to stiffen again, but it also started to ache. He needed to bust a nut, but there was something else that was keeping him from really getting brick hard. It was more than lust he was experiencing, more than horniness, it was anger.

He didn't really think about it, but he wanted to find this dude and he was going to have to talk to Eric to do that. He knew neither of those things would be easy. But did he have time?

The last rays of sunlight were disappearing beyond the horizon, through the trees. This was the time of day that Eric loved most - loved sitting on his balcony and enjoying the sunset. He lit a smoke and tried to inhale the beauty of the scene before him. This scene he had witnessed hundreds of times seemed different now. Everything seemed different now.

Life was so uncomplicated only a few days ago. Now everything was a mess. He felt so unsure about everything, his feelings, his likes and dislikes - all the things he was certain about were now in question.

New experiences were supposed to be constructive, if not altogether positive. But the experiences of the last week or so were proving to be more corrosive than anything else. At least it felt that way now.

He knew his sexual attraction to these two guys was real. With Simms it had burned him, and burned him badly. With this other guy, this dark and mysterious other guy, he had mixed feelings. He was drawn to him, that much was clear. He seemed to keep appearing, in the oddest ways and at the oddest times. He was afraid of him a little, that much was clear too. Simms was an asshole, and and asshole who was now trying hard to fuck up his life. And he seemed like such a good guy when you think about things from a distance. He obviously had money, and moved easily in the world of the educated and the wealthy. He could talk a good game, and he could talk about most anything else. He had some street to him, as Eric learned the hard way, but the edge to him was apparent from the moment they actually met. And now this edge had proven itself to be the controlling part of Simms' personality, or at least enough of a control to make him drug, rape, videotape and now extort a man he hardly knew, and whom he certainly had no reason to hate. If that guy could flip a switch and turn in to the devil himself, then what reason did he have to trust this thug - this thug that had his phone, and was playing with him a little...

Eric wasn't a bigoted person. Race was something he consciously recognized, and he certainly wasn't prejudiced against black folks in particular, or even in general. He did rely on stereotypes, just like everyone else. It wasn't that he was particularly high-minded or moral, race was just a subject that never gave much meaning to his life. He grew up privileged, surrounded by others who were privileged, and racial inequality and civil rights were just sections in a textbook, or articles in magazines, or stories on the news. He liked to meet people with different ideas, different perspectives. He did that from the comfort of knowing who he was, with the confidence that he was in control. That when he wandered off in to a wilderness, or a bad neighborhood, he was unknowingly like the explorers of old who "discovered" new, savage and wondrous people. Without admitted it, or even realizing it, he never worried because he was sure of his own superiority - his place in the world. He was a rich, smart, friendly white kid, and he was on top of the world. It was just never in question.

But now he was beginning to think.

He was experiencing the highs and lows that come from desire - from lust. The desire for what one shouldn't want, and the risk that comes from crossing that line in the sand. To be horny and confused and afraid and intrigued... It was just too much.

He had been standing on the cliff, looking over the edge for a long, long time. He wanted to go down. Simms had thrown him off the cliff. He would have climbed down himself, slowly, given time... probably.

Eric was brought back to the here and now by the sound of his phone. He had a text message. It was from a number he didn't recognize.

"MEET ME AT DA MALL, SAME BENCHES."

Here we go again. The confusion and uncertainty he felt just increased by a factor of ten. Why did he want to see me again? His mind flashed on the email, and he knew he was going to be attacked from two sides now. This asshole who had his phone, now he was going to hold that email over his head, just like Simms did. Or something worse. Eric felt like throwing himself off the balcony. This was never going to end.

He couldn't just let it hang. As bad as he wanted to just go to sleep and wake up and have this all be over, he knew he had to face it. Face it as best he could. He didn't know what he was going to say, and he didn't know how much this was going to cost him, but there was no use ignoring it. But he had to play it smart, or at least try to.

He started replying to the text, and erased and re-wrote his message about a half-dozen times before he finally pressed send...

"I CAN'T. SORRY. WHO IS THIS?"

"I'M TARIQ. JUS WANNA TALK."

"I CAN'T."

"I JUS WANNA TALK TO U"

Fuck, he definitely had read that email. What else would he want to talk about? Eric's palms were sweaty and he was dizzy.

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW U MAN, WHY DO YOU WANT TO MEET AGAIN?"

"MY NAMES TARIQ"

"I CAN'T MAN."

"COME MEET ME NOW"

"PLEASE, I DON'T WANT ANY TROUBLE, I'M SORRY"

"AIN'T GONNA HURT U JUS WANNA TALK"

This seemed like it was going nowhere fast. As much as he knew he needed to address this face to face, and find out what he was dealing with it, it was hard and Eric was scared. That feeling in the pit of his stomach told him to be careful.

And then came another text, since Eric hadn't responded...

"IF I WANTED TO HURT U I COULD HAVE ALREADY, ERIC."

SHIT!!!!! He had read the email, he knew my name. He had been in my phone. Now it was confirmed.

His phone beeped again. He opened the text, half afraid and half in a panic. He wanted to read it, he needed to read it, but he was terrified of what it would say.

"TRUST ME"

It was no use. The mall would be closed in half an hour. Might as well get it over with. Damn.

"OK, I WILL MEET YOU THERE AT CLOSING"

"COOL"

He was pulled at both sides. He wanted to go, but he didn't. He wanted to see this guy who seemed determined to inject himself, this fascinating, quiet, dark man. And at the same time he knew he would be better off if he never saw him again. He knew this "Tariq" was right, if he knew Eric's name then he had probably been able to access everything on his Blackberry, and he had almost surely seen the email and God knows what else. He could have hurt him easily. He might want money - might want to blackmail him. Or he might just want to make him squirm. Eric had no way to know. He was just supposed to trust...

Eric was just as afraid as he'd ever been. It was back to the mall.