Reparations

All characters are eighteen and over. You must be eighteen and over to read this story. It is total fiction and not based on any real people or events. Never do anything like this in real life and always use protection.

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This story was written in response to requests. It is about a black man enslaving a white boy. A lot of my stories involve race play or interracial sex, but it turns out some of my fans are switches.

"Reparations"

Darren Williams hadn't expected Ohio to be as cosmopolitan as Atlanta, but he hadn't expected it to be so goddamn white either. He had worked hard for the promotion to lead engineer and never thought it would mean living in a town of two thousand in the middle of nowhere.

But there's where the contract was based.

To say it was different would be an understatement. He and his daughter were the only black people in all of Dawson. It was white bread city.

Some people were fine. Not all crackers were racist. But some were. His daughter's boyfriend's daddy was something like a grand wizard. They had to sneak around like it was 1955 so the racist preacher the boy called his daddy didn't go postal on him.

And all of that aside, this town was hard on his dick.

Darren wasn't young and hot anymore and he knew it. But he wasn't ugly, either. He had coal black skin, kept his head shaved, was 5'11, and weighed maybe 240. At 55, his body was still at least half muscle from his football days. His teeth were gleaming white. And his dick was a solid uncircumcised eight inches. Add an 80k a year job and he was a solid catch, especially in a podunk town like this.

Unfortunately for him, not a single white lady in this placed seemed okay with the black skin part.

He had been shot down by twenty white women he knew couldn't do any better than him. They all said things like "no, but thank you" or "I'm not really dating right now" and then he saw them out with some poor white trash who he bet couldn't give them what they needed.

And that is how Darren wound up exploring his options.

Catching Colby

The boy in front of him had turned eighteen the week before. Darren knew that because he had given his daughter fifty bucks to buy the kid a present.

He was a pretty good looking white boy.

He was about 5'10 and toned. Baby faced with no facial hair or stubble Darren had ever seen. Not too muscled, but not too skinny either. He had one of those modern haircuts. It was shaved on the sides and then messy and combed over to one side. It was a sort of natural blonde with some brown in it. He had green eyes and black eyelashes most women would probably kill for.

He had to be Irish or something too because his skin was this weird kind of tan, but not tan tone. Like it wasn't pasty and the kid clearly had been out of the sun, but it was still almost milky. A kind of soft golden glow tone on white skin.

His lips were this natural reddish pink tone. They weren't big and juicy lips like the women Darren had dated, but they were a nice shape and sort of pillowy.

He had a nice perky little ass too.

Darren found himself getting hard thinking about what those lips would feel like wrapped around his cock.

Colby

Colby knew he was fucked the second Mr. Williams caught him fucking Kechara. He always felt like Mr. Williams was a little racist about them even dating. But her dad didn't say a word. Until she turned up pregnant.

Then shit got real.

They wound up roadtripping to Chicago for an abortion. Colby was a little conflicted, but relieved as fuck too.

It got better too when Kechara didn't return with them.

Her dad made her stay with her mom.

Colby felt like he got away with murder.

And then, alone in the hotel after Kechara left, Mr. Williams sat him down and explained how things were going to be.

Darren

I had a second when I almost backed out on my plan. I looked at this white boy in my hotel and my mind said wtf are you doing.

But my dick won.

I was not spending six more months in Ohio without getting it wet.

So I made it simple for him.

He either agreed to be my slave, absolutely, or I called his dad and let him know about the abortion. I also would send over every picture of him and my girl I had. Kissing, holding each other, every bit of romance.

His daddy would see him not just as a nigger lover, but a baby murderer.

I'll admit I felt dirty about it. Using the fact the kid wasn't racist was an asshole move. Threatening him with the loss of his rich Daddy's money and love was also pretty shitty.

And abortion wasn't done in that fucking town. The kid would be a triple pariah.

It was an asshole move.

But it worked.

Colby

I realized I was shaking when Mr. Williams stopped talking. If he did what he said he would do, my life would be over. I wouldn't literally be dead, but I might as well be.

My dad did sermons against abortion. Almost everybody in town said it was murder. I'd be known as a baby killer.

And I was eighteen. My dad would disown me. No college. No trust fund.

I probably wouldn't even be allowed to see my brothers and sisters.

And most of the young people in town were okay, but I'd never get a job from an older person as a baby killer and nigger lover.

I didn't have a choice.

I looked up at Mr. Williams. He had this strange coconut smell like he always did. He was bigger than me. He was super dark. He seemed really strong too.

I couldn't imagine what he wanted with me. He didn't seem gay. I wasn't gay.

He was my girlfriend's dad.

But it didn't matter.

I took a deep breath. Instead of answering him right away, I just slid off the chair and knelt in front of him.

Then I said it.

I said, "You win, sir, whatever you want. Just don't tell."

Darren

I won't lie. Seeing this pretty little white boy on his knees in front of me got me half hard.

I needed to make this official somehow. I also needed to make sure he knew I wasn't playing.

I told him:

I am going to go get you a slave collar, boy. I'm also going to get a whip. While I'm gone, I want you to take a shower and shave off every bit of body hair you got on yourself. Leave no hair except on your head, son. I want you to feel like real pussy. When you're done with that, kneel naked on the floor and wait for me to come back. If you're not all in, boy, leave while I'm gone. Understand?

He looked at me and I could see a type of panic in his eyes.

But he nodded.

I took my time before I returned. I had lunch at a Mexican place down the street. And I went shopping. I found a huge thick black leather collar with a key and lock. I also found a cage for a dick with a lock and a key. I found a few different whips. And I found a metal insert that would keep the boy's lips spread and a ball gag that would keep the boy from getting too noisy. I looked at handcuffs and rope, but I knew I could overpower the boy without them. I wound up buying a couple just in case I wanted to string him up and spank him or whip him.

I also bought some petroleum jelly and lube. I wasn't going to be using condoms with the kid. The petroleum jelly was good for virgin assfucking. The lube was for all those times after the kid was opened up. It was only just slick enough to get it in.

Colby

I felt strange naked and hairless. I could feel the air conditioning hit my skin. My dick and balls felt weird too. I hadn't had a bald dick since I was a kid.

Even my ass felt strange. I had only had a couple of hairs there, but I felt sort of peeled all over.

I knelt there for forty-five minutes before Mr. Williams returned.

He didn't say anything when he saw me. He didn't even look at me for more than a second. He had a huge bag in one hand and just started laying stuff out on one of the beds.

I didn't recognize everything, but I saw a whip and the collar and some kind of cuffs. The collar was super big.

When it was all out, he turned to me.

Then he spoke, in that super deep voice of his.

He looked at me and said:

My ancestors were captured by yours, boy. They were enslaved against their will. Whipped, raped, turned into chattel. They had no choice, boy. But you do, son. But only for the next few minutes. I'm not offering to be your friend. You crawl over here on your hands and knees and kneel before me and wrap that collar around your skinny little neck and you become my property, boy. It won't be play either. You do what I want or I punish you until you do. You don't get to say no anymore. It will be brutal, son. And not just sex, boy. Until I leave town or grow bored of you, you aren't even human anymore. You'll come over every weekend and every day after school and serve me like the worthless cunt you'll become. Hell, I might even plant some cotton for you to pick.

Mr. Williams laughed and then continued:

If you really want that, boy, crawl over here on your knees, collar yourself, and kiss your Master's feet. Then tell me what you are. Otherwise, put on some clothes and walk out that door.

I knelt there another couple of minutes. I watched as Mr. Williams confidently undressed down to his boxers and undershirt.

Then I made the decision.

I lowered myself and crawled to him.

Darren

The white boy did it. He lowered himself and crawled on his hands and knees to the bed. I watched as he picked up the collar. He didn't seem to understand how the collar lock worked, but he put it around his neck.

Then, what I had been waiting for happened. He knelt in front of me as a slave and kissed my feet.

Then he looked up at me and said, "Don't tell anybody sir and I'm your slave."

I shook my head.

I asked him, "What does property call it's owner? Are there any limits to what I can do to you, boy?"

His voice went high for a second as he said, "Master. No, master."

I didn't waste a second.

I grabbed the boy by the hair and jerked his head back. Then I spit in his face. He flinched and my dick twitched.

Then I picked him up and threw him on the bed.

I decided to use the cuffs and ball gag this first time. I placed his hands together on his belly and cuffed them tightly. Then I had him open his mouth and ball gagged him. I also used the lock on the collar after tightening it.

Then I flipped him over and dragged him to the edge of the bed until his legs were hanging off.

He looked nothing like the cocky little shit I caught fucking my daughter.

I ran one hand up and down his smooth and pretty little ass.

Then I picked up the whip.

I told him:

I didn't do shit to you, boy, when I caught you with Kechara. You were a rich white boy in a podunk town then. I couldn't touch you. But now, your ass is mine. I could beat you bloody if I wanted.

I paused and let him absorb that.

Then I continued:

But I ain't gonna ruin this back or ass. This whip will hurt. But it'll teach you a lesson same as it ever taught any nigger, son. I own you. And after you think you can't take it anymore, I'm going to show you what it really means to be such a pretty little bitch.

I ran the whip up and down his back, watching his smooth little body tremble. Then I pulled back and hit him with it as hard as I could.

His body jumped and he screamed into the ball gag.

It was better than I ever thought it could be. I hit him again and again and again. His ass turned blood red and his back was covered with lines from where it hit.

And his tears...the boy was actually crying. I stopped around fifty hard lashes.

My dick was busting out of my boxers.

I took my shirt and boxers off and reached for the petroleum jelly. I smeared it on my hard cock and laid on top of the boy.

I leaned in close and licked the tears off his face.

Then I almost growled, "This is going to hurt, boy. Your master has a big cock. And I won't be gentle."

I used my right hand to line my dick up with his tight little hole. Then I pressed it in.

Hard.

He winced and started bucking, but I easily held the little slut down.

And I fucked him.

I've fucked bitches up the ass, but the experience was nothing like this. The boy fought and bucked and cried.

It was fucking hotter than I could have imagined.

I didn't think my dick would even get hard with boy pussy.

And his hole was fucking heaven.

I crammed my dick balls deep and I swear I could feel his pussy stretch and almost break around my dick. It was like a tight velvet glove suffocating every inch of my cock.

His pink little asshole felt hungry for my black dick.

I must have pounded him for an hour.

After the first nut, his cunt was a little more slick. He also stopped struggling. Probably thirty minutes in, I noticed his butt moving back against my dick. His grunts and screams became mixed in with weird little moans.

I reached under and felt his dick then. It was small compared to mine, but hard.

I laughed and told him, "Your tiny dick says you like this."

Then I flipped him over and lifted his legs.

I fucked him without mercy, slapping and spitting on him, until he came.

Mid pound his dick just started shooting. It was rock hard so the load hit him in the face and all over his chest and neck and in his hair. It was thick and white and way more cum than I expected him to make.

I guess I never saw a white boy cum before.

But the biggest thing was how my dick felt when he came. His asshole started almost convulsing. It was like it squeezed and massaged my dick all over in a desperate attempt to get my nut. And his booty on the outside was almost spasming too as he came.

I groaned and flooded his guts.

Then I collapsed on top of him.

Colby

I called him master after he collared me, but nothing could have prepared me for the transformation in how he looked at me and what happened.

Mr. Williams had always been so nice.

The second I knelt, that changed.

When he spit in my face, it was like he wasn't even looking at me. He looked disgusted.

Then he put the ball gag in my mouth and cuffed my hands. I felt vulnerable, but it still felt unreal.

The whip changed that.

I screamed into the gag until I thought I was going hoarse. I had never been whipped before, even as a kid, and it fucking hurt. He would strike hard on my back, then easier, then on my butt or thigh. I never knew where he would hit or how hard.

Then he licked my tears and told me he was going to fuck me and I would have given anything for fifty more lashes instead.

He didn't go gentle. He fucked me the way you fuck a slave. One second I felt a dick at my butthole and the second it was inside me. I tried bucking and fighting him off, but I was handcuffed and gagged.

In minutes, I could feel his balls slapping my ass as he was balls deep.

It was the worst pain I'd ever felt. Like a baseball bat shoved up my asshole. I just knew it was ripped open and bleeding.

And then, it changed.

It still hurt, but it felt different too. It was like his dick hit something inside me. It started out just feeling intense, but then...

Then, it felt good.

I started moving my ass against his dick. Trying to get his cock to rub that spot.

I didn't even care when he laughed.

When he flipped me over, it helped. His sweat was dripping all over me and I could see his fat belly as he rutted in me, but I didn't care.

It was like his dick was jacking me off from the inside..rubbing inside my body like it was in my cock somehow.

It felt amazing.

He started slapping and spitting on me, degrading me, but my dick stayed hard.

Then, for the first time in my life without it being touched, my dick shot off.

The load hit me in the face and on my stomach and I could feel strings of it dangling off my eyelashes.

It was the best nut I ever had.

I could feel my ass convulsing around his dick the whole time I nutted.

He must have felt it too because he jizzed at the same time mid fuck.

Then he collapsed on top of me.

I wasn't sure what to do or think.

But even in pain, part of me, the part my dick controlled, enjoyed what just happened.