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The Mandingo Club
I) ---Prologue---
I moved to Houston from Chicago about three years ago for a bunch of reasons; new job, more pay, warmer climate, better costs of living. All together, it was a good move. One of the things I do miss about the Windy City though is my membership in the Mandingo club. Maybe, as a white guy, I didn't actually have a 'membership', but I was fortunate enough to attend and serve at their monthly parties for almost two years. The Mandingo club is a private men's club that is dedicated to notion of the superiority of the black man to all other men, particularly little white cocksuckers who live to service dark meat. I haven't found anything similar in Houston, although believe me I've looked.
I think that every guy, whether they call themselves gay, bi or straight had a moment of suspicion that black guys are superior to all males of other races, and I think the smart ones quickly move from suspicion to realization and acceptance. For me at least, it was the first time my freshmen classmates and I were stripping down for the showers after high school gym class that I realized that I'd never measure up to my black friends. I'd of course noticed their full lips and dark eyes before, but I'd never seen a black guy naked and I was in awe. I'm not talking about just penis size, although that was certainly part of it. Their young bodies were becoming sleek and powerful looking, owing to a natural tendency towards being muscular with low body fat. The darkness of their skin was mysterious and seductive. Even the black guys that weren't in the best shape still radiated a natural confidence and masculine sexuality that suggested they were aware of their superiority to the rest of us. Most these high school studs knew that they could get any white woman they want to service them, and the smart ones knew that they could just as easily conquer white males too.
II) ---History---
Since then, I'd always had an attraction to big black studs and my first sexual experience was with two older black guys. It was a long time ago, but I still remember it vividly. When I was 16, my older brother worked construction and had a coworker named Thomas, with whom he was friends. I met him a couple of times and he was gorgeous. 24 years old, flawless skin a mocha coffee color, tight curly black hair, big hands, square jaw and full pouty lips. He wore tight jeans and white t-shirts that bulged with his naturally built physique underneath. Add a tool belt, gloves and work boots and he could be any horny teen boy's fantasy. I'm sure I made a fool of myself the first time we met, saying something lame and just staring at this ebony stud. He and my older brother would hangout after work, drinking beer and going to bars to chase girls. After a while, my thoughts started to drift to Thomas more and more, particularly when I would jerk off.
I snuck a look at my older brother's address book and got Thomas's number. I just wanted to hear his sexy voice, but it took a long time for me to work up the nerve to call. I was so paranoid, I'd always called from a pay phone, just in case he could somehow trace the calls back to me. For the first week, I'd just call him and hang up whenever he'd answer. The following week I got a little braver and would say something quickly, like 'I want to suck your big black dick' or 'I want to feel your cock in my tight little ass' before quickly hanging up. I don't think he knew it was me.
One Saturday afternoon I called Thomas and told him that I wanted to suck him off and feel him cum in my mouth, but I didn't hang up. I wanted to hear his reaction.
"Look bitch, are you for real?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said with false bravado. "I want to make your big dick feel good with my cocksucking mouth and tight little virgin ass."
"Let's meet up," he said, which surprised me. I told him that I'd be on a certain corner near my house at 10:00 that evening if he wanted to get laid. He told me he'd be there, but if I wasn't then not to bother calling back.
That evening I snuck out of my house and jogged to the meeting place, about 8 blocks away. My heart was pounding, my mouth was dry and my legs were shaking from nervousness. The block was isolated, next to a vacant lot and pretty dark, with only a single street light about half a block away. The pickup site wasn't in the best area, but I was more nervous about what I'd do or say if Thomas showed up. I thought about hiding in the bushes and watching to see if he came, but decided I didn't want to take the chance of him leaving if he didn't think I was there.
A little after 10:00, Thomas pulled up in his truck and rolled down the window and I walked over. I think he was surprised to see his coworker's kid brother, but told me to get in. We didn't say much on the ride to his place, but I remember my cock was hard in my jeans and stomach was doing flips.
Back at his place, Thomas again asked me if I was for real. I told him yeah, I was and he told me to prove in and to strip. Nervously, I kicked off my shoes, and peeled off my sweatshirt and jeans. I removed my white socks and stood there in just my white briefs. Thomas had lit a joint and stood taking drags and watching me as I undressed.
"Naked boy," he said. "Loose the underwear too."
Taking a deep breath, I pushed my underwear down to my ankles an stepped out of them, standing naked and fearful in front of this stud. I was so nervous, my penis wasn't even hard despite the eroticism of this moment I had fantasized about for months. Although it was a momentous act for me to strip naked in front of this ebony god, Thomas didn't seem impressed. He gave my trembling body a quick glance and then peeled off his t-shirt, revealing large pectoral muscles, broad shoulders and a smooth, flat waist. He kicked off his boots and peeled down his shorts and boxers, revealing a thick black cock beginning to swell and arch up from his body. He was cut and he wasn't stereotypically huge, but it was the largest cock I had ever seen in my life up to that point, probably almost 9 inches. His pubes were tight, black and curly, so different from my own bush. He turned and walked over to a chair and my eyes went down the muscles of his back to the firm dark globes of his ass. He sat down and motioned me over in front of him. I walked over in a daze and sunk down to my knees, reaching out to touch the cock of another man for the first time in my life. After stroking it up and down for a few minutes and feeling it grow hard, I licked my lips and lowered my head, feeling the silky smoothness of his plumb-like cockhead sliding though my lips and over my tongue.
Thomas was lounging in his recliner with his legs spread wide and smoking his joint while I was kneeling in front of him, sucking the first cock of my life. I bobbed my head up and down, doing my best, but was only able to get about half of his shaft in my mouth. Who doesn't remember the first cock that they sucked and good it felt in their mouths? It was so smooth, so warm, so hard and filled with throbbing masculine power. I pulled my mouth off and marveled at how awesome it looked, gleaming with my spit like it was a dark polished wood. I looked up past his broad, smooth chest to his face a couple of times as I was sucking and he was just watching me, seeming neither pleased or displeased, or even interested. It was like a white kid slobbering on his meat was the most natural thing in the world. I tried to reach and stroke my own dick, but he kicked my arm away, telling me to just concentrate on pleasuring him. After a few minutes I heard him dialing his phone and talking to someone, saying he had a new cocksucker and to come over right away for some head.
I remember thinking 'new cocksucker? How many does he have?'
I continued to suck on the big stallion, determined to please him. After about 20 minutes there was a knock at the door of the apartment. Thomas kept one hand on the back of my head, keeping my mouth on his shaft as I heard the door open and the sound of someone undressing behind me. I heard the stranger ask how old I was and I think he was freaked out when Thomas told him I was 16.
"If it bothers you bro, go get something to blindfold him with," Thomas said. "This kid can suck cock and I want a crack at that skinny little white-boy ass."
Soon I was blindfolded, but not before I saw the second guys hands long enough to know that he was black too, a much darker skin tone than Thomas.
The two men stood me up and walked me to the middle of the room, where I was pushed down to my knees between them. They took my hands and guided each of them to their pricks. I took turns going back and forth between them, jacking the cock that was not in my mouth. It was easy to tell which cock belonged to Thomas because it was rock hard and moist from my sucking, but the other guys cock felt different; more silky and fleshy. He also wasn't completely hard, but had that wonderful feel that a cock has when it's just beginning to swell with excitement, like a warm, fat, manly tube of pliable flesh. Then I realized that he was uncut. A foreskin was something I hadn't considered or given much thought to before, but I like the way it felt.
What turned me on even more was the way that they kept talking to me. Most guys talk during sex, but these two kept calling me names, and they made frequent note of the color of their skin and mine. They kept a running commentary the entire time;
"Suck that big black dick you nasty white boy! So sexy, seeing those pretty little pink lips stretched around that big cock. Yeah, you like black dick, don't ya? You like servicing black men, don't ya? Gonna get this big fucking black cock in that tight little white boy ass of yours next! Open your mouth, wider boy! That's it. Now get on it. Get on it! Choke on it, you little cocksucker! You got a mouthful of chocolate, don't you slut? Show us how much you love it. All the way down. All the way down. Go on, get it. Fuck, yeah! That's it. You like that big black cock, don't you white boy? That's a MAN's dick. Show me how much you like that big black dick, fucking your face."
It was almost like they were competing with each other to see who could be more lewd and dirty and their talk turned me on like nothing ever before. I spent the next half hour or so, sucking their cocks and getting them excited before they lifted me off of my knees and led me into the bedroom. It was time for me to get fucked.
I was placed on the bed on my hands and knees. I felt the mattress shift with the weight of the other guys, one in front of me and one behind. My face was guided forward into a warm crotch, and I quickly recognized the cock of Thomas's uncut friend in front of me, entering my mouth. I felt hands on my firm young ass, exploring the uncharted territory. I was glad that it was Thomas behind me and that he'd be the one to take my butt cherry. He had a wonderful way of kneading my cheeks and squeezing them in his hands, pushing them together and then spreading them apart, stretching my virgin pucker. I felt something cold and slippery in my crack, and then felt one of Thomas' large, calloused fingers easing inside my butt and begin to saw in and out. A few minutes later, a second finger joined the first, and I was moaning with lust around the mystery cock in my mouth. Then I felt the fingers withdraw and his hand pressing against the small of my back, aligning his cock with its target. Then there was something larger and more blunt pushing against my tiny hole. I felt my anus begin to dilate, the cock pressing in, aided by the rapidly warming lube. At one point during the penetration I reached back and tried to push against his thighs to slow him down, but he just grabbed my wrists and effortlessly held them in one large hand behind my back. I would have gritted my teeth to help bear the pain, but with my mouth stuffed with meat all I could do was moan. I kept telling myself how much I wanted to please Thomas, to make him proud of me, that this was what I wanted.
It took about five minutes before I felt Thomas's groin pressed against my ass cheeks and I knew I had him all. He rested for a minute as my butthole surrendered it's last feeble protests against the invader. Then nature took over and he began to fuck. Hips moved like he was dancing, a sexy smooth rhythm that drove his cock in and out of me like a well oiled piston. His stamina was unbelievable, and he fucked me for what felt like hours, occasionally slapping my ass and rotating his hips in small circles so that his cock gyrated inside of me. The two of them talked the whole time, telling me how nasty I was, that I was a good fucking cocksucking slut, that I had a great fucking hole and predicting that I'd have my ass in the air or be on my knees for any black cock I could find from now on.
At one point, towards the end, Thomas' friend grabbed me by the hips and started pushing and pulling, driving my ass back and forth on Thomas' cock. This must have been the trick for Thomas because he soon began to began to grunt. He pulled out of my butt with a 'pop' and jacked a HUGE load onto my back and asscheeks. His friend was close behind and I soon felt three or four warm jets of sperm blasting across my face, although a few blobs of hot, salty semen landed in my mouth as well.
After the other guy left, Thomas took off my blindfold and told me to get dressed. He drove me home, dropping me off about a block away from my house with a promise I could do it again some time. I snuck back into my room a little after 1:00 in the morning, exhausted and horny. In one evening I'd lost both my oral and anal cherries and had done so with two horny black studs. For some reason it was exciting to think that they saw me as an outlet for their lusts, not as a person but just as a couple of holes to be used. I stripped naked and crawled under the sheets. I lifted my knees to my chest and felt my anus, which felt swollen and rubbery. Within less than a minute, I was shooting a huge load of cum over my belly and chest as I fingered my hole with my other hand. After that, I quickly fell asleep.
III) ---Advertisement---
Ever since that night I've been hooked on black cock. I saw Thomas about half a dozen more times over the next couple of years. His friend joined us again a couple of times, but I was always blindfolded and to this day I don't know who he was. Turned out Thomas did have a couple of other cocksuckers that enjoyed his meat as much as I did, and he used us whenever he couldn't get any action with a girl. Although I had a crush on Thomas like a horny schoolgirl, he never seemed to pay my sexual needs any attention. He never touched my penis or even paid it any attention. It was as if a white boy worshiping a black stud was the most natural thing in the world, and that there was nothing special or unique about the situation or my feelings. I was just there for his pleasure, and nothing else.
I finished high school and played a lot of sports, mostly because I was good at them and I enjoyed it, but being able to check out the big ebony clubs swinging between the black athlete's thighs in the showers was a big plus too. Sports gave me a toned, sleek physique that I've carried into my 20s. I went on to college and eventually settled in Chicago to pursue my career. I haven't seen Thomas in almost eight years, and since then, I've been with my share of guys (and the occasional girl). I've hooked up with the occasional black guy, and it's always been the hottest sex I've had, fueling my jerk off fantasies for months afterwards, but I could never find someone who could treat me like the black cock slut that deep down I knew I was.
One slow Saturday I was cruising around a now largely defunct internet hookup site, more bored than anything, when I was a posting that really caught my eye. As close as I can recall, it read; One opening available to a private men's club. You be white, Hispanic or Asian guy, 18-35, and know your purpose in life is to service BLACK MEN in any way that they require. We are a Chicago area social club that meets once a month, looking for a new bitch for our stable of 25 party slaves. You will be kept naked and must be respectful at all times, and must be in good shape, attractive and able to do what your told. Drug and disease free a must! White, Latin or Asian preferred. Do NOT reply if you are only interested in this or think it would be 'hot' or it's always been a fantasy of yours. Reply with clear pics, stats, DDF status and why you think you should be selected. Don't bother to reply if you can't even follow the directions in this ad.
I read the ad a couple of times, my cock swelling as I pictured the scene described. I thought about it, wondering if it was spam or a post from a pic collector before I figured 'what the hell'. I replied to the ad with my description; 26 years old, blond brown hair, green eyes, 5'11", 185lbs with a seven inch cock. I told him I was drug free and clean (I'd been tested about two months earlier) and that I really got off on servicing black cocks, telling the story of Thomas and his buddy. Finally I sent three pictures of myself, one face, one nude body shot from a profile angle and one of my erect penis. About 45 minutes later I got a response from a guy named Terry who wanted to know if I could meet at a coffee shop inside of an out of the way bookstore in Lakeview the next day at noon to talk more. I agreed.
I arrived the next day and settled into a discreet corner of the coffee shop to wait. I tried to read a magazine, but my eyes kept going nervously to the door every time it opened. I knew that the internet was filled with flakes and that the odds are that this guy wouldn't even show up. About 10 minutes before noon, a black guy walked in, his eyes scanning the room like he was looking for someone. He was probably in his early 30's, about 5'9" and 200lbs with dark skin. He wasn't in the best of shape and he wasn't what would normally be considered attractive, but he walked up to my table and introduced himself with a confidence that made me sit up and take notice.
Terry introduced himself and sat down and after some small talk, proceeded to tell me about the parties. In a quiet voice, he told me that there were about 150 black guys who were part of this group who were on his mailing list, but usually only about 40 showed up to each party. I remember doing some quick math in my head at the time that if there were 40 guys at a party and each guy was hung 8", that would mean there would be over 25 FEET of black cock to take care of. My lips went dry at the thought and I subconsciously licked them, an action that I'm sure Terry noticed.
"You and the other whiteys are expected to serve drinks and food, provide the entertainment, keep the party going," he said. "Of course, that means sucking cock, taking piss, getting fucked and generally letting any brother use your little slut mouths and asses for anything we want."
I heard him, but just nodded. I think I was still in a daze thinking about all that black cock.
Terry went on. The rules of the club were simple, but numerous. First and always, blacks men were superior to white bois. Whites were kept naked at the parties at all time, except for a mandatory leather collar and cockring which we were expected to supply. Any order from a black man had to be obeyed instantly and without question. Whites were expected to be in good shape and to keep fit. Parties were on the first Sunday of every month. Any slave missing two consecutive parties was expelled from the club and replaced with a new white boi. Similarly, any black man could nominate a white boi to be expelled from the club for any reason. This would be put to an immediate vote at the party (which always passed) and the slave was expelled on the spot. This helped to ensure a stable of obedience submissives. Finally, all anal sex was safe. Terry also told me that a some of the black tops wore masks.
"Oh and one more thing," he said. "White bitches aren't allowed any body hair. You need to shave it, all of it. Chest, arms, legs, ass, pits and pubes. You can grow it out between parties, but your expected to be fairy boy smooth when serving your masters. So, you interested?"
I told him I was definitely interested.
"Then prove it white boi," he said firmly. "Go into the bathroom and into the handicap stall. Strip naked and wait for me. I'll be there in two minutes."
"Here?" I said, not quite believing that he wanted to me get naked in a public restroom.
"Here and now," he said. "I'm not going to tell you again. Either do it or I walk out now and choose another bitch for our party. I only got about 50 responses to my ad, so move!"
I got up from the table and made my way to the restrooms in the back of the store. It was thankfully empty and I quickly entered the handicapped stall and locked the door. I peeled of my shirt and t-shirt, hanging them on the hook on the back of the door. I kicked off my shoes and sock and was standing barefoot on the cool tile floor. Then, with a deep breath, I pushed my jeans and boxers down and stepped out of them, folding them into a bundle which I placed on the back of the toilet tank. It was humiliating. Standing there naked, I was shivering from a combination of cold and fear. Anyone coming into the bathroom would see my bare feet in the stall and wonder what was up. I didn't know what to do so I started to squeeze my cock and balls, hoping to plump them up so they would appear visually more appealing to Terry.
A minute or so later I heard the bathroom door opened and someone walked inside. They made a beeline for the handicapped stall and tried to open the door.
"Open up you little fucker!" I hear Terry say.
I unlatched the door, pushed it open and was immediately blinded by the flash from a camera. After blinking a few times, I saw Terry standing there with a digital camera and a grin on his face. He walked into the stall and locked the door behind him.
"Hands on your head," he said aiming the camera at me again. "Back against the wall".
For the next two or three minutes he took photos of me from various angles. He had me flex and pose like a body builder, showing my back, chest and arm muscles. I was glad that I'd gone to the gym that morning so I still looked pumped. He turned me around so that he could take pictures of my butt and had me drop to my knees with my hands behind my head, mouth open and tongue out, looking straight up at the camera while he stood over me. Finally he had me bend over the toilet and reach back to spread my cheeks so that he could take several close up pictures of my pink butthole. My mind was on autopilot. Was he going to fuck me in a public restroom? Make me suck him off? The fear of discovery terrified me, but my cock was rock hard the whole time, betraying my arousal. I could see the large swelling in his jeans, but he never touched me.
Finally he was done. I heard him open the door of the stall and walk out as I was bent over the toilet, ass to the world. "I'll be in touch bitch", was all he said as he left, leaving me there. I quickly got dressed and hurried out of the bathroom, but Terry was already gone. I went home, wondering if I'd been had and this was someone's idea of a joke. Part of me was mad and worried, afraid that I'd see pictures of my nude self plastered all over the internet. I kept checking my e-mails and finally got one four days later from Terry that simply said "Hang tight bitch. It's between you and another white slut. Will decide in the next couple of days." I resisted the urge to reply and ask questions and two days later, got the answer I'd been hoping for.
IV) ---Selection---
***Congratulations boi! You have been selected to serve at the Chicago Mandingo party next Saturday. There was a lot of competition for this spot so you should feel honored that you're being given the chance to serve in our stable of white sluts. Remember the rules: 1) You are to be naked at all times except for collar and cock ring. Don't have these items? Get them! 2) No talking! There's only one reason you should be opening your mouth at these parties and that's when a brother wants to bust a nut down your throat. 3) Be clean, inside and out. 4) No body hair below the neck. NO EXCEPTIONS! 5) Be respectful at all times. 6) NO CUMMING, unless ordered to do so by one of us! No one is interested in your pleasure or your dick. Don't even touch that little white worm between your legs you call a dick. 7) You will be expected to host a party in the future as all the bottoms take turns. If you cannot host, you are responsible for getting a hotel suite (get the other fag ho's to chip in to help pay) or arranging a party place with another sub.
Be at the following address at noon next Saturday. You are expected to bring either beer or food. You will not consume alcohol at the party, only water. If you miss this one, there will be no second invitation. If you attend this one but miss a future party, you will be punished up to and including expulsion from the group. Remember, you are there to serve and be used and abused in any way we see fit. From now on your name at these parties will be "Fuckslut" and you will be referred to in this way at all times.
Get ready to put out white boy! -- Terry ***
I read the e-mail several times, my dick hard in my jeans. Suddenly it seemed like less of a joke. I was nervous and had a lot of questions, but I didn't want to e-mail Terry back and risk making him mad.
The morning of the party came and I was really nervous. I already had a studded leather cockring, but had gone out and bought a matching leather collar a few days earlier. I was telling myself that I wasn't sure if I was going to go or not, but my mind was kind of on autopilot again and the next thing I knew I was in the bathroom giving myself a series of enemas. When I was cleaned out, I took a hot shower to relax. I usually shave my face in the shower so I proceeded to do so. Then I lathered up my groin and, taking a deep breath, I dragged the razor across my pubes leaving a stubbly but clean strip in its wake. I kept shaving my pubes, nuts, armpits and chest until I was completely smooth. I cheated a pit and used a delapitory cream on my ass, legs and arms and fifteen minutes later I was totally hairless from the neck down. Stepping out of the shower, I stared for a few minutes at my body in the mirror. Having very little hair to begin with, it wasn't a huge change, except of my dick. Denuded of any hair, it looked more prominent and more lewd somehow. Although my penis looked bigger, I knew it was only an illusion and I hoped to be seeing some really monster cocks soon enough. Before I got dressed I snapped my cockstrap around the base of my equipment, which seemed to accentuate my nudity even more. Seeing that I had about an hour left to get there, I got dressed, wrote down the address on a slip of paper, put the collar in my jacket pocket and was out the door.
V) ---First Party---
I got off the train near Lincoln Park and walked the rest of the way to the designated address, stopping to get a case of beer on the way. My heart was pounding as I got near the address, wondering what this would be like. I finally got to the address, a nice looking townhouse, but actually continued walking past it. I guess I wanted to check it out and see if there was any traffic in and out or if it was a dud so I watched from across the street for about 10 minutes, gathering up my courage. I saw one black guy on a motorcycle who drove up, parked his bike and then walked up the stairs and into the house like he owned the place. Taking a deep breath I crossed the street. I could hear the sounds of a party as I approached the house and climbed the front stairs, but all the blinds were closed. I was telling myself that as soon as I rung the doorbell it would be too late to turn back when I saw a small index card taped to the door. It said 'Brothers only! All others use back door'.
I silently went back down the stair and crept down the alley by the side of the house and climbed the stairs to the backdoor. I knocked a couple of times but there was no answer. Noise from the party I guess. Screwing up my courage I opened the door and walked into a small utility room. There was a washer and dryer on one wall covered in plastic grocery store bags. I walked through the utility room and through another door that led into the kitchen, where I was immediately greeted with the sight of two naked white guys. They both probably in their late 20's or early 30's, good looking, and totally nude except for their black leather collars and cockrings. Neither of them had any body hair below their necks. One was in front of the refrigerator, bringing out food and the other was placing some sort of appetizers onto a tray. Both looked up and saw me as I stepped into the kitchen. I could hear sounds from the party coming from the rest of the house.
"Um, hi. I'm looking for Terry. He said to meet him here."
Both of the naked guys quickly put a finger to their lips, indicating that I should be silent. One of them led me back into utility room and handed me a plastic bag. With a tug at my shirt, I figured that he was telling me to undress and leave my clothes in the bag. A quick glance into another clothes filled bags confirmed this and I nervously stripped down, stashing my bag where I could find it later. The other guy helped me put my collar on and soon I was just like he was, naked except for the collar and cockring. He took a small bowl from a shelf containing three small metal tags with clips attached. One of them said ' Fuckslut' and I figured that it was mine, remembering Terry's e-mail. The other guy ('Cockwhore' from his name tag) led me back into the kitchen, handed me tray of mini-pizzas and pointed me towards a door leading to the rest of the house.
I walked into a large area that was a combination dining room and living room. It was incredible! A party from my wildest jerk off fantasies. There was loud bass driven music thumping from the stereo system and there was a large banner hung on the wall of the living room over the fireplace that someone had done on their computer that read 'Black is Beautiful! Everywhere there were guys. The white guys (I say white guys, although in truth there were a few Latino and Asians too) were easy to spot, since they were all naked except for their rings and collars. The Chicago winter meant that most of the submissives hadn't seen a lot of sun, and most were lily white and stood out in sharp contrast to our dark masters. A couple, like me, were carrying trays of food or drinks on trays . Most of the black men were fully dressed, standing around talking to each other or sitting on the couch watching a football game. I wish I could tell you that they were all young, muscular jocks or sexy thugs, but the truth is that while some of them were like that, most just seemed like normal, average guys. They were the guys you'd see on the street or in an office every day. They could have been delivery guys or security guards, lawyers or filing clerks, bus drivers or students. About half of them wore cheap, Zorro-like masks over the top half of their faces. A few of them had their dicks out and a few lucky slaves already had their faces stuffed with black cock.
A couple of white sluts were kneeling on one wall near the stairs with their hands behind their backs, their eyes scanning the room looking for opportunities to be of use. A few white boys had leashes attached to their collars and they knelt next to whichever stud had claimed them for this party. In one corner of the dining room, a large, powerful looking black guy with bulging arm muscles had a slave thrown over his lap and he was soundly spanking the smooth jiggling bubble butt so that the cheeks glowed red. One guy was curled up into a ball on his hands and knees and was working his tongue over and around the bare feet and toes of a heavy set mocha skinned guy sitting in a large chair.
I felt someone grab my arm and turned around to see Terry standing there grinning. "About time you showed up," he said as he turned and walked towards the living room, dragging me behind him. "Guys, this is the new 'Fuckslut'". A couple of guys cheered and most looked me over. "Remember the rules cunt," Terry hissed at me in a whisper. "Screw this up and you'll never be invited back".
I nodded and he let me go. I walked through the room not sure of what to do. As I was checking things out, most of the black guys ignored me, although a few reached out to squeeze my ass or tweak my nipple. There was so much going on, I can't recall everything. I do remember there was a white guy there with a large letter 'P' written on his chest and back with a red marker. In addition to his collar and cockring, he was wearing a ball gag, nipple clamps attached with a heavy chain and with his hands cuffed behind his back. I found out later that he was also stuffed with a large plug up his ass too. Turns out that this was the standard punishment for missing the prior month's party. The absent slave would be bound, gagged and plugged, but allowed to wander the next party as an observer. He was strictly off limits for use. He got the silent treatment. It must have been torture, surrounded by hot more horny black dick than most people see in a lifetime, but he not being able to feel or taste an inch of it.
For most of the first hour I just served appetizers and drinks to the hungry studs, running back and forth from the kitchen. My cock was hard as a rock, but I remembered not to touch it. After a while I wandered up stairs, where I had seen guys coming and going for the last hour or so. In the master bedroom, there were about three black guys standing around against the walls, either slowly stroking their huge cocks or being sucked eagerly by kneeling slaves. Most of the eyes were on the queen sized bed in the middle of the room, which already looked well used. An ebony god made of smooth solid muscle was sitting on the bed, with his legs spread wide apart. He was watching a thin, blond little twink, maybe 19 years old was doing his best to take the stud's meat in his mouth. The sounds of sucking and slurping filled the air. After a few minutes the bull-stud was ready and actually picked the white kid up and laid him on the bed. What made it even hotter was that the bottom was small, maybe 5'6", while the black stud was probably about 6'2". The slave was on his back and the black stud managed to squeeze his glistening erection into a condom and slather it in lube. Then he took hold of both of the whitey's ankles in one large hand and aimed his tool at the kids anus. The kid was no virgin because in a couple of minutes his ass had engulfed all of the black meat like a pro. The ebony stud started ramming in and out of his fuck toy, eliciting moans and yelps from his victim. I only got to watch for a minute or so before I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see another black guy watching the fuck show. He was wearing a mask, but I guessed him to be in his mid 40's. With no more of an introduction than "Suck it", and I dropped to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth in a sooth motion. He kept his hand on top of my head, showing me the rhythm he wanted.
He pulled out of my mouth after about five minutes and tucked himself away, wandering out of the room to join the rest of the party. The kid on the bed was still getting jackhammered by his bull and moaning like a whore. I wandered into the master bathroom. In the large garden tub was a guy, bound tightly with rope, his wrists behind his back, curled up in the fetal position with his mouth gagged. The tub was filled to a depth of about three inches with a foul looking puddle of yellowish piss. The guys hair was wet and matted to his forehead, so I guess he'd been there for some time.
A naked Asian guy was kneeling in front of an older looking black guy who was leaning on the vanity next to the tub. I thought that he was getting a blowjob, but the Asian wasn't moving his head. He was perfectly still. Then after a few seconds, the black guys squeezed his cock and pulled it from the Asian's mouth. The Asian then leaned over the tub and spat a mouthful of piss onto the face of the piss-pig in the tub, adding it to the puddle. He then got his mouth back on the black dude's dick for another mouthful of recycled beer. I watched him go back and forth a few times, delivering more piss to the tub, one mouthful at a time, but I left fairly quickly. Piss play isn't really my thing, but the guy in the tub seemed to like it. I found out later that he actually owned the townhome we were in and was the host of this party.
There was another flight of stairs from the third floor which I followed up and onto a landing. There was a glass door that led out to a private roof deck. There were two black guys sitting on chairs smoking cigarettes. A really good looking dark haired white guy in his late 20s with an athletic build, kneeling in between them with his hands behind his back, his knees spread wide. He was holding a plastic ashtray in between his teeth and his face was covered in streaks of gray and black ash. He probably didn't smoke and he looked like he was going to be sick from the smell of the ashtray and the smoke. One of them was talking and other one had the top of the toe of his boot against the kneeling kids nuts . He was casually playing with the kids balls with his boot in a way that made the naked slave twitch nervously.
The other guy saw me through the door and motioned me out to him. I opened the door and stepped outside, thankfully noting that there was a chest high railing around the deck. A quick glance around told me that no one could see us.
The guy who motioned me out must have been a mechanic because he had a blue uniform on with white oval circle on the chest that identified him as 'Ray'. He must have just gotten off work and come straight to the party. He ordered me to bring them two more beers so I ran downstairs and got the drinks. When I came back, I kneeled down handed the cold drinks to them. Ray took his, took a drink and then unzipped his pants and fished out a thick, heavily veined piece of circumcised meat which was rapidly swelling up. He reached out and placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled my face into his crotch without missing a beat of his conversation. As I sucked him off I glanced up and could see the tag on the white kid's collar, identifying him as 'Slut-4-Black'. I think he was a little jealous of me for just showing up and being able to work on a big black dick while he was forced to hold an ashtray in his mouth. He'd probably been waiting for hours for the treat I was now getting.
After I sucked Ray off until he blasted a thick load into my mouth and throat. He tucked his impressive cock back into his work pants and I waited for a few minutes, but he and the other guy were back in their conversation. I went back down stairs where Terry came up and grabbed me by the arm again. "Where you been? Some of the brothers been asking about you. It's time to put out."
I followed Terry over to a couch next to the front door. There was a black guy sitting at one end, stroking his cock, and a naked white guy sitting next to him in the middle of the couch. I couldn't tell you what the white guy looked like because there was another naked black man standing on the couch over him, fucking the slaves throat. I could see a little of the thick dark cock as it glided back and forth over the slut's slobbering lips. I was led to the side of the couch and pushed over the arm. My butt rose up into the air and my face came down in the first black guy's lap. His erection entered my moth and I started sucking. I could feel hands squeezing and slapping my ass cheeks, occasionally dipping further to probe and test my tight hole. I moaned around the cock in my mouth as I heard the rip of a condom wrapper and the slick sound of lube being rubbed on a large cock. Someone spit on my hole and soon, someone was pushing into me. I don't know if it was Terry or not, but if felt thick and gave my hole a good stretch.
I stayed in that position, bent over the arm of the sofa, for over an hour. I was constantly fucked. I counted eight separate penetrations of my ass, but I don't know if they were eight separate guys or if some guys double dipped. I had four cocks in my mouth, but only two came. When it was over, I felt several large hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. I heard the click and saw the flash from a camera. Terry was taking another set of pictures of my hole. I found out later that he kept an album with before and after pictures of all the white guy's buttholes. He liked to see them going from tight and pink to swollen and gaping after their first Mandingo party I guess.
The party lasted for several hours more. Guys eventually began to filter out and I pitched in with the rest of the slaves to help clean up. Eventually I got dressed and left, riding the train home in a daze. When I got back to my apartment I collapsed into bed, exhausted from my first party, but knowing that I'd found what I'd been looking for. When the following month rolled around and I got my invitation to a new address, I knew without a doubt I'd be there.
VI) --Other parties and Games--
For almost two years I faithfully attended every party. These were held in homes and hotels, apartments and in the suburbs, wherever a sub could arrange it . One was even held at a house in the country that surrounded the city. I actually missed that one and had to spend next month's party with my hands bound, nipples clamped and plugs in my mouth and ass as I enviously watch the other submissives work to serve their black masters. I guess the trip must have been too far for a lot of us to make because I was one of about six slaves being punished for absenteeism.
One of the submissive guys (Sperm-junkie was his party name) managed at a gym near downtown Chicago that mostly catered to business men and women during the week. Because the weekends were so slow, the owner had decided that closing time on Sundays would be 5:00. Once, Sperm-junkie opened the gym for an after-hours party. That was the best, because it allowed everyone to be in an environment where nudity was natural and it basically quickly became nothing but a black on white orgy. Although we had access to the entire gym, most of the guys stayed in the locker rooms, showers, sauna, and large whirlpool tub.
It was amazing. Everywhere you looked there were naked black men and their white servants. There was fucking in the saunas and showers, blowjobs were being given in the locker room. There was a padded massage table in one room and the ebony studs took turns getting rubdowns from their willing slaves. I was only able to enjoy about half the evening walking around before the black doms decided to tie me and another guy face up to on one of the benches in the locker room. While I wasn't able to join in any of the more of the fun going on in the showers or sauna, the plus side was that a lot of the studs decided to sit on my face and I got my tongue between some really sexy black butts. As thrilling as it was, it also surprised me a lot because I'd learned from attending the parties that while most black guys really get off on getting their assholes licked and munched on, they're not likely to do it in front of another brother. I also spent a lot of time tea- bagging the dark hairy nutsacks of the men that didn't use me for rim jobs.
After the party was over, me and the rest of the subs were given 30 minutes to clean up the beer cans, condoms and condom wrappers to hide any trace of the activities that had taken place.
One of the most insidious aspects of these parties were the masks that some of the black guys wore. My face was totally exposed, but there were dozens of black men. It first hit me when I was riding the train a few days after the first party and a black man in a business suit was sitting across from me. We made eye contact in the casual way that strangers do and suddenly it hit me; did he recognize me? Did he know me? Had he fucked me at the party, or had I sucked his cock? Not knowing was the worst. Now, no longer would I be able to ride a train or sit in a meeting with a black man without wondering if he was one of the guys that had seen me at my most vulnerable and whorish. Every black man I met from now could, potentially, already know me more intimately than anyone else. I could be recognized in the grocery store, at the gym, while shopping for clothes, eating in a restaurant, anywhere. I could never be sure anymore, and the realization that these parties would fundamentally alter my interactions with African American men for the rest of his life set in quickly.
I think I was recognized once in a nice downtown steak restaurant. I was with a group of friends, celebrating one of their birthdays when I looked up from our table to see a black guy in a booth, staring right at me. He caught my eye and grinned, spreading his legs a little bit. My eyes immediately went to his basket and I think he saw this because he grinned again and reached down and kind of rubbed his crotch discreetly. I couldn't place him or couldn't be sure I even knew him, but I felt like he knew me. He left long before we did and I think the only reason he didn't say anything to me then and there was because I was with a group of guys and he was with his woman.
The black guys also like to come up with games for their sluts to play for their amusement. One of their favorite games was called white bitch tug-of-war, which I was never much good at. The way it worked was that every black man chose a naked slave as his 'steed'. The black man was the jockey. Brackets were drawn, just like in basketball, that showed the schedule of the games .
Two pieces of white masking tape were placed on the floor, about three feet apart. The two contestants were placed on their hands and knees between the tape, facing away from each other so that their asses were about 18 inches apart. A thick cloth cord was then tied tightly to each slaves balls and penis to where there was no slack in the middle. Then, on the count of three, each of the white slaves would try to crawl forward, painfully trying to pull the other slave backwards by the balls. All the blacks would be cheering and shouting loudly, placing bets on the white guys suffering for their amusement. Every once in a while a black stud would drop his pants and pull out his cock and stand in front of the straining slave's pain streaked face. He would waive his thick meat a few inches away from the slave's mouth, encouraging him forward with the promise of a tasty treat. All the while, the boi's two jockeys would smack their asses with belts, hands or paddles, trying to drive them forward. The first slave to pull the other backwards over the tape line was the declared the winner. The winner would basically get nothing except for the privilege of competing again in the next round. The loser would get paddled, whipped or spanked for losing, and then again for every game that was played thereafter, meaning that if you lost the first bracket you could be sure of a blazing red ass by the time the final game was played.
Other games involved races of a sort. Two large black dildos would be suction cupped to the floor and to slaves would be made to squat over them, racing to see who could get the entire fake dick inside their ass first. The loser would be spanked, as was the usual punishment. Other times we had to be participants in blowjob contests. Two or more slaves would kneel side by side and black men would step up to their sucker's mouths, their erections bobbing in front of them. The first guy to make their stud cum was the winner. Then the clock started and every other slave would be timed from that point on to see how long it took them to bring their black cock to climax. The loser or losers would then be spanked, five swats for every minute it took them. Of course, the black guys did their best to make it last a long time, both because they enjoyed the suck jobs, but also to make it worse for their suckers. Subs began to panic or get frustrated when they couldn't coax a load out with their mouths and tongues, their minds beginning to panic at the thought of punishment. The 'prize' for the winner of this game was that he had to kneel there, head back and mouth open with a mouthful of cum for the rest of the competition. Black guys would walk up and look at the load in his mouth and sometimes would hawk wads of spit into the mix as well until the slave was ordered to swallow.
VII) ---Epilogue---
Anyway, as I said in the beginning, I eventually moved to Texas. I didn't tell Terry or anyone else from the Mandingo Club that I was moving, I just left. I guess I wanted to hold on as long as possible. After I got settled in my new place in Texas, I got my monthly invitation, but didn't respond. The day of the party came and I thought about all the lucky white guys who were taking care of a group of horny black studs with their mouths and assholes. A month later, my second invitation came and I didn't respond to it either. After that they stopped coming, and I assume that another lucky white bitch took my place and there is a new 'Fuckslut' these days.
I'm assuming that these parties are still going on. If anyone has attended or is attending these parties in the Chicago area, or better yet, if anyone know of similar parties are currently being held in Texas, I'd love to hear from you. Better yet, if Thomas is reading this...