Thierry's Dad, Dominic
Kamal -- The Black Lover of Thierry's Dad
The week before, Kamal had made one of his not-very-frequent visits to Ebony High to pass to his friend Patrice Musonda, the Principal of that ground -breaking private grammar school, six copies of the Thierry Initiation Video. The video was proving a hit on the underground market, especially in Southern Africa and Europe, and Kamal had made a very healthy profit on it so far. Regular USA rights were being negotiated.
Whilst at the school, he had greatly enjoyed a treat which Musonda had laid on for him, when one of the Ebony High Pod whites had been soundly thrashed in Musonda's study in front of him.
When he arrived, however, Musonda thought he should first see Thierry. The white boy was pulled out of classes to come and greet his father's black partner. Thierry, who had thought he was being called for a thrashing, was greatly relieved and had kissed Kamal affectionately on the cheek. Kamal pushed his one hand up the boy's abbreviated white cotton shorts, in a fatherly way, squeezed his nipples, lifting the short t shirt to expose them, and kissed him deeply on his mouth. As he kissed him, Thierry felt the hard black cock pressed up against him, and his own cock responded, popping straight out of his shorts.
"I want to come over and see you and Daddy soon, Sir!! " said Thierry, his hard young white cock fully exposed in front of the two black adults, one of whom was his principal.
"Well we' ll try and arrange that soon, T-Boy" said Kamal pinching his butt gently and kissing him again as he held the white cock, pulling back the foreskin and looking down at the pink perineaum.
He looked down and squeezed the cock until a pearl of pre-cum formed on the tip, and then leant down and licked it off. Musonda pulled down the boy's shorts exposing the pert young tattooed white butt. He felt a surge of pride, of control and ownership, as he saw his school's name and logo blazoned across it. A few weeks ago this boy had been the plaything of big black truckers. A large donation was made by the company to the school. Today, after a few week's care and rest, he was as good as new.
Kamal pushed Thierry gently into a kneeling position and took out his large black cock. As Musonda watched, Thierry deep-throated the black cock of his father's lover, and within minutes the white boy was being mouth-fucked hard against the principal's desk. Musonda ruffled the blond hair as the boy devoured the nigga cock.Thierry was soon rewarded with spurts of cum straight down his throat. Kamal groaned, then withdrew his cock, squeezed out a last drop for Thierry to lick off his cock, pushed the large black tool back into his soft white cotton briefs, and zipped himself up.
"See you soon, Thierry, I couldn't come to the school without saying Hi to you!"
"Say Hello to Daddy for me? And let me know when I can come over, Sir?"
"Of course Thierry, you be a good boy now."
Then the Principal smacked him playfully on the butt, pushed the boy's erect white cock back into his Pod shorts, and told him to get back to class.
Just as Thierry was leaving there was another arrival ot Musonda's office. Apparently a 16yr old Pod white, Julian Charles, had failed to show up at a racial retraining interview, and David Mtala had brought him on this occasion to be caned by the principal himself. David had two fellow university students in their early twenties with him who were something to do with assessment procedures for the programme, he couldn't really work it out. Anyway the three older blacks had brought the trembling white boy in for the cane. The three of them were laughing and joking, and indeed we all enjoyed the event very much. When Musonda bent the boy over in front of us we could clearly see marks of a previous whipping on his thighs. And indeed when his little shorts were yanked off I counted at least a dozen stripes, surrounding the Ebony High tatoos on his pert white butt. David explained that the young boy kept missing interviews and had been whipped with the martinet by the three of them just last week. I noticed they were all getting quite excited at the memory. Large bulges in their jeans testified to that. Anyway we sat down and had a glass of orange after the boy had been positioned, and readied. David and the other two university students were massaging their large black dicks under their jeans. Musonda told them I was a major porn film producer always on the lookout for young black male talent. They were obviously interested, as so many young black studs are these days, so he told them to stand up and show me what they had. I was treated to the sight of three young quite massive Zulu cocks bobbing in front of me. Of course I had seen David's before and even sucked it, but the other two young studs were equally impressive. I motioned each in turn over to me and licked the precum off their cocks, gave them a quick suck and felt their balls. Then I did the same for David, whose twelve inches outshone them both. I gave the two new ones my card and told them to phone me for an audition. Yummeee.
Then we turned our attention to the shivering slim young white boy naked and bent over Musonda's desk. Musonda gave each of us a cane and we were given two strokes each on him, Musonda started us off, and gave him a final lash at the end. Oh, he howled of course, and his slender white body jumped around a lot, and there were lots of sobs and tears, but what I remember best was the sheer power, energy and commitment of those young black students. They were very well set up young men in every way, strongly muscled bubble-butts, excellent pecs and flat stomachs, fit and virile, their exposed rampant cocks bobbing about as they whipped the slender white youth with tremendous energy. I think Julian will remember that jointly executed whipping for a very long time. He turned round and knelt before us after his whipping thanking us politely between sobs. I noticed he looked with apprehension at the three long black dicks that were pointing his way. Of course they hadn't finished with him as they took him, almost carried him back to David's office sobbing and begging them to release him. They got their cocks in their jeans with difficulty and one of them was already fingering the boy's crack. David said several sessions were scheduled with them for the boy to get advice and practical training on how to deal with future interviews. I noticed they hadn't bothered to put his shorts back on, so I picked them up and put them in my pocket. When I looked later they were stained and encrusted with cum, though whether it was his, or that of some black boys, I couldn't really tell.
When the boys had left Musonda and I remembered how we had joked about getting Dominic and Thierry, father and son, gang-banged together. I said that with some new equipment I was having installed at my apartment it could be very possible and entertaining to do it one weekend. I explained a little of Dominic's position, and how it could all be done. My main motivation in all this was the marketability of any half decent video that could be got out of it.
After discussion with Dominic, Dom for short (beautifully ironic that nickname!) I arranged a dinner for a number of guests, with Mr Obonga as the guest of honour. We agreed it for my apartment on a Saturday afternoon two weeks hence, at which time Thierry would make the visit he had been begging for.
I had shared Dominic with a few friends before and that had been great fun.I had also given Dom to one or two clients, but nothing really more than that. Oh, and there were the times I'd taken him down to the black gay bar in town, and twice had him fucked up by big dicked niggas up against the bar.
Dominic had for ages been quietly longing to be fucked by a larger group of "big dicked niggas".Very keen indeed. He loved nigga cock but has never been in his view properly ganged. He jumped at the idea when I raised it, though he thinks six niggas as suggested, might be too much, and worries he won't manage it. I duly re-assured him, got one of my buddies in to beat his white ass for being a slut, and went ahead.
Plans for the |Dinner Party
I had some stuff brought over from the studio, including the human pissoir device, I've used on him a few times before,and a couple of hand held video cameras. I also brought the fold down sling which Dom was told to erect next to the dining area. I told Dom to go and get it all out of the car and bring it up to the Fun Room.
Most of the other stuff is already in the apartment and there's quite a choice in the Fun Room. Nipple clamps, a black leather body harness and pouch, collars, leashes, butt plugs, a cock harness, the same one the Pod had put on Thierry (it would be fun to get the father's cock in the same one!). Also I had the martinet that had whipped Thierry and from which Dom already received his correction for mistakes around the flat. There were also some well used but still servicable Ebony High canes that Patrice had given me. He had given me another during my last visit which had been used on Thierry just the day before!
More and more I enjoyed humiliating and whipping Dominic and got a huge erection just seeing him wait for it. I loved that part, and Dom never knew when the martinet was going to lash him. But just recently I felt something more permanent was needed where Dominic could be left to anticipate his whipping while I dealt with a client or went out for a drink.
I decided on having a St Andrews Cross made up of good Sapele hard wood, and as good planning rather than luck would have it, I could have it installed in the Fun Room just before the dinner. It was now already fixed to the wall in the Fun Room but needed the straps put on.Even the old fashioned but adapted stocks would be ready. The Zimbabwean carpenter was going to do a fine job on both, and the straps on the cross and the stocks would be just right for Dom arms, and more importantly his legs, to be nicely stretched.
He was going the have to plan this event well, thought Kamal. And the video would be worth quite a lot to his private buyers, Thierry's Induction had been a huge success. Now he wondered what if anything, for example, should Dom wear when he answered the door to the guests?
Would they come as a group? He needed to know. He guessed as it was Saturday they wouldn't. Could the young Adebayo be trusted with some of the camera work, as he would have to act as host. He needed him here early. Time was now short to plan for Saturday, and Dom was so excited he didn't want to disappoint him! He'd been cleaning and preparing the drinks and snacks for days. Oh boy, wait until he gets his surprise presents!
Kamal has invited besides Musonda and Obonga, David Mtalo, the 19 yr old teaching assistant from the university, and of course Adebayo as a thanks to all of them other than the guest of honour, for their help in videoing "Thierry's Induction." Dominic didn't know a thing about the Pod film in which his son starred, or much else about the guys, other than they were all at Ebony House. They all arrived knowing he was Thierry's Dad. Thierry, they knew had his Dad, Kamal and Musonda to thank for his present enrolment on an Racial Retraining Scholarship at Ebony House.
Dominic had lost his job six months ago, when he was replaced by a handsome young black of half his age. then his marriage broke up, and he had quickly become a blonde trophy house slave to the much younger eminently popular black Kamal. He keeps his house,does the garden, washes the car (which used to be his own), does the shopping, the cooking, takes messages, washes and irons Kamal's extensive wardrobe, some of which used to be his, serves drinks to Kamal's many friends and waits at table. He is by now almost always naked in the house when alone, or with Kamal, and is regularly fucked and disciplined by Kamal and sometimes a black friend or two. Most recently he has been trained to be a white urinal, so that Kamal's buddies can take a piss and not have to get up and leave the table, Nigga piss is good for you, Kamal reminds him, and you might even get to feel those nigga dicks if they want you to shake it for them and lick off the drips. "But you've got to learn to swallow properly and often you silly white bitch. Just look at the mess you've made!"
Dom, Kamal also reminds him, has no place to live, is an obolescent older white male, has been booted out of his company in favour of a young more able nigga, and has to be useful where he still can be. He has told Dominic of David Mtalo's contacts with the Racial Retraining Programme and that, if he wanted to, young Mtalo could help him with one of the companies he knows. He told him that David normally dealt with desirable young white males, chosen by Ebony High for their looks, charm and talents but, he said , you might be lucky. "Old bangers also have their afficionados. But you've got to really impress that pretty 19 young 12 inched nigga; he's not easy, he had told him, and has a huge fat ego as well as a huge fat nigga dick. He likes nothing more than pushing both in white boy's faces and up their asses. Its because of his dick as well as his cute baby face that Musonda gave him this job; I fitted up the cameras in his office where Musonda can watch him fuck that outsize out-of-control nigga dick into every Pod white in the school. But they have to take what he hands out. So do you boy. He knows what his clients like, and you gotta show you can deliver."
"Please do your best to impress," he warned him "they'll happily fuck an older white once they know you're good on their niggadicks." Dominic in his collar and leash, tit clamps and cockring continued licking his master's feet and thanked him, looking up at the 25yr old, drop dead gorgeous naked nigga who was his master.
Actually the fixing of Dominic's Cross is a story that Kamal had e mailed to many of his friends and its worth reproducing it here. Partly because the cross has since played such a major role in Dominic's life. So whilst the cross isn't the whole story, its more or less the end of the beginning. So here goes:
Dominic's Cross
The carpenter I commisioned for the work was a young pleasant slim Zimbabwean of 24 called Washington,who in better times had graduated in engineering in Harare University. Now a virtual refugee he wore the usual baggy low hangin jeans, very obvious pale blue boxers over his round nigga butt, sweat shirt and a baseball cap. His clothes were cheap, and all he could afford, but he looked good. The clothes made him look younger than he was. He turned out good work and I had used him before in the studio to make props, The wooden struts had been delivered while I was out, and he had fixed them to the wall where I wanted them. Now the cross needed fitting with the straps and shackles that would attach Dom to it.
Before Washington was due I had made Dom wear a short black silk loin cloth for the fitting, which Dom had never seen before -- I thought it should use some time and this seemed a good occasion. He was naked a lot of the time so he didn't seem too surprised. I told him to wait in the bedroom just in his black studded collar and leash and the loin cloth, until I came for him.
We spent some time, Washington and I, discussing the fixings and how the straps and bolts needed to be placed. I went to get Dom.
"Oh man! Crazy, man!!! Washington had exclaimed after I pulled Dom in on his leash to be measured on it. After about 20 seconds of stunned silence which no-one broke, I thought Washington might walk out, but I stayed calm. Then he giggled, stared at the naked collared older white guy,and started to laugh and laugh, slapping his thighs in mirth. I'm sure that the boy had never seen anything like it before; he stared at the loin cloth. Dom got an immediate hard-on seeing the boy, and the short black piece of silk slid off his white dick, as I knew it should.
"Oh shit!!!!" said the boy and he switched to look at me, his thick lips opened in beautiful smiling surprise. He looked Dom straight in the eyes and held him there, an amazed grin on his face. Dom looked down, and said "Welcome Sir!" Washington felt more confident as he saw me give him a reassuring smile. I was another black guy, and a successful one. I knew he looked to me as a bit of a role model,
I gave two quick tugs on the leash, our own signal for Dom to put his hands on his head and turn.
"Oh Jesus!!!! Oh my God, man. Who's been whipping his butt, Sir?"
"Well, I have mainly. I'm his master, and he needs a lot of disciplining just at present. That's what the cross is for. Lets put him up against it and you mark where the shackles should go. Of course its all voluntary, if he says no he doesn't get it, but then he's thrown out in the street, isn't that right Dom?
"Yes Master!"
Who do you like to whip you Dom?
"Young hung black guys Sir!"
Washington's dick just hit full pressure, and he grabbed the front of his jeans.
We set about fixing the shackles.
Dom's tall, at 6ft1, and the boy had difficulty reaching up to where Dom's wrists met the cross. His jeans were pressing against Dom's reddened butt as he reached up to mark the wood. I noticed Dom had stuck his butt out a bit.
Dom, get on tip toes, you're not going to be on the floor when your butt is fixed on this. He did, keeping his butt out.
When he had raised himself as ordered, the boy couldn't reach up far enough. The zip of his jeans I noticed, was now hard up against Dom's butt and as he struggled to reach higher it flattened the white ass cheeks and pressed into Dom's crack. It was very diverting and I watched the two of them pinned together for some time. Then I asked him
"You need me to help you with that?" I meant in relation to marking the right place on the wood, but it just shows how clear communications need to be
"Oh please Sir, yes please Sir!!" and he turned his body so that the buckle and zip of his jeans were accessible to me. "I'm gonna shoot in my pants sir, be quick!!" I undid the buckle and the top of his low hangers, unzipped them and pulled them along with his cute boxers, down to his feet. He had the most gorgeous shiny round black butt, which I stroked. But what came out of his loins at the front was the the most wonderful of cocks, at least 9 inches, fat and very dark, the top glistening with his pre-cum. It hit Dom's bum with total accuracy, headed for his crack. He stayed there for a moment as if unsure what to do. I took a discrete picture of them -- the young black buck, butt-naked and pressed up against the older white man on his cross. Washington had his eyes closed, desperately trying to stop himself, so I took another pic from the side where his huge nigga cock was in full view and pointing to the clearly whipped white ass.
"You can fuck him if you want Washington, just go ahead. Just push it in! Or shoot your nigga cum over his white ass."
"Oh Thank you Sir!!" He had come off the boil, with the strength of mind and will power that I've noticed characterises Zim guys since the troubles. He moved slightly away from the white ass and began to jack off furiously.
"Feel his butt, Washington!"
He did, with his left hand squeezing the whipped butt cheeks and making Dom gasp with pain, as he kept jacking his dick with his right. His tight blackboy balls were jigging up and down furiously. The pain he caused Dom evidently turned him on and he pushed his hand under the reddenned ass and grabbed the hard white cock and balls. He pulled them backwards hard, as Dom cried out. The way Washington was sweating, and staring at the red striped ass, I knew he was close. He closed his eyes and I got four great pics of the blackboy's cum shooting on the ravaged white ass and running down the thighs and into his crack.
Dom stayed there dripping cum off his ass on to the wooden floor. Never mind I would make him lick it up later.
"Dom," I said to him "whats the matter with you? Clean the young gentleman's black cock."
Dom quickly knelt in front of Washington whose nigga dick was still dripping.
"May I Sir?" he asked looking up into the boy's eyes. The boy quietly nodded and looked down as Dom licked it from bottom to top. When the dick bobbed and Dom started to suck the black knob I knew it wasn't finished. Washington groaned as Dom who is, if I say it myself, now a superb sucker of black dick, took the whole damn tool into his mouth and down his throat The boy was lost. He pumped Dom's mouth like a jack rabbit and I could see the white neck bulge as the black cock forced its way down. I took more and more pics. Then I did something I don't often do -- I felt the nigga boy ass, opened his crack and pushed my tongue into his hole, stroking his black balls as I did so. He gave the most amazing cry and shot his second load straight down Dom's throat.
After Dom had licked the young black dick clean again and, without me having to tell him, had licked up the cum on the floor, I got out the step-ladder. We marked the cross and having pulled up his jeans, well as much as he ever seemed to, we marked the place for the shackle fastenings.
If only I had remembered the steps - there was really no need for him to stretch up like that!
Dom, still bollock naked, served him a beer. With the cock he'd just seen it was hard for Dom to say anything other than Sir! I noticed his hand shaking as he held out the crisps for young Washington.
The black boy looked almost as good dressed as naked, and Dom was at his feet being patted lke a good spaniel.
Before Washington left I went through with him some final drawings for the old fashioned stocks I am having him make. He's really a very good and fast working craftsman. He promised to have them over for fixing on Friday, But he said they were heavy and he'd need his assistant to help him. I must have looked doubtful, as he said it would be quite ok. Lovemore was a young good-looking Zimbabwean, his close friend, and very keen to learn.
I told him it was fine, because the equipment need to be screwed well right into the floor. He laughed. I like a young man with a sense of humour.
Maybe you'd like to try out the cross as well -- I have a nice short whip thats easy to use. But that can't be tomorrow, as I need him in good condition for Saturday. If you like I'll have him cook a meal for us, if you can come over with Lovemore some time next week? He cooks quite well, we could have a little dinner, and then whip him afterwards? You'll find its quite stimulating. Fill Lovemore in on it, and we can decide tomorrow. Would you like that?
Dom looked like he was going to fall through the floor, but I wasn't addressing him.
"Oh wow sir it would be great. I know Lovemore will go for it! And we'll have the stocks well fitted for you tomorrow. I have some problems to see how it works."
"I'll show you tomorrow. Its very traditional except these are set higher off the ground so that when his head and hands are secured the mouth is at at a comfortable height for the dude who wants to be sucked off. Dom's cock, such as it is, goes through the hole set in the back rail and is secured there with straps. As you know that rail can be set at different heights, normally a little higher than the head, so that the ass is fully raised up. The fucker has an adjustable plattorm on which to stand. Very simple really but you'll see tomorrow, and of course you can both try him out on that.
I hope that Lovemore lives up to his name, because you can both get a good suck or fuck him, or both if you like. Well until Washington, until tomorrow! We shook hands, though I felt like kissing him.
"Boy, put your loin cloth straight and show the young black master out, and do stop keeping your mouth open like that!".
I loved the way Washington slapped his white ass as he left.
The next day Washington and Lovemore screwed the stocks hard into the floor of the fun room, and then proceeded to screw Dominic hard into the stocks. I took some excellent photos of the two slim dark glossy young blacks work on the shackled pinioned older white. When they had both cum over him, after an excellent fuck, they both, just to please me, pissed into his face. I was happy to see that the gully around the stocks carried the piss away, and it flowed as I had designed it, into the corner drain. Water sports were now on the future agenda!
The boys hung around, and "hung" is exactly the appropriate word, naked and relaxed afterwards, having a few beers. While Dom prepared us a snack in the kitchen, I was able to suck both boy's pendulous fat nigga dicks and tasted their black-boy cum spurting into my mouth. Yummy. I always like a strong black cock. Almost as much as a tight white ass.
I tell you all about the Dinner in the next episode. There were one or two surprises for poor Dominic.
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