Jonas stood on my cocktail table. He was bare foot. He was bare chested. He had shackles on his wrists. His big chocolate toes curled in submissive humiliation. His well muscled chest rose and fell with deep breaths, making his large nipples look as if they might burst. He hung his cute African American head and looked at the floor. He had been told that "Plantation Niggers" do not look white men in the eye unless ordered to. Jonas wore a very very loos pair of cargo shorts, six sizes to large for him. They were held at his slim hips by an old knotted rope. This was his first Plantation Nigger "costume." This was also Jonas' very first moment as my slave.
He had come up with the ten thousand dollars I demanded in order to give him the "first class" experience he craved. He wanted to taste abuse and humiliation. He wanted to be forced to submit to a white man. He was a wealthy college boy son of a Washington Diplomat, but he longed to relate to his ancestors. He felt, and rightly so, that he had been spoiled and pampered. He was here to taste the real world!
I had invited ten of my roughest leather bar S/m buddies for Jonas' "coming out" party. They sat around drinking beer or Jameson's on the rocks, looking at the young black boy on display.Jonas had arrived a few hours before the guest. I had shown him into an upstairs bedroom. "All right Jonas, strip out of those fashionable duds, your week of indenture is about to begin."
He looked for one moment as if he might bolt. He also waited to see if I would leave the room. How stupid! He was going to be totally bare assed for the better part of a week, why would I give him any privacy now?
"Take off your fucking clothes, Jonas. Plantation Niggers do not get privacy!" It was not the first time he had been naked in front of me. At the bar where we had had our first live encounter, I had made him strip down to his small tight white boxer briefs. Then I had ordered him to take out his big black dick and balls. I had forced him to go to the bar and get me a drink in that condition. He was so scared, he could hardly walk! While he bought me the drink, I gathered up his clothes, shoes and socks and dumped them into a canvas bag I had.
He looked beautiful walking back to me across the barroom. His muscular chocolate body off set by the white of the underpants, and the huge, thick negro fucker hanging there over a set of egg sized nuts. Quite the college boy. Shit, I would have wanted to take him on, no matter what color he was. I wouldn't have cared if he was purple! But how fun. How "special" to meet up with a young African American who wanted the "Nigger" experience. Was he even aware of the plight of the young black community? Was he even aware of the real prejudice and racism that exists in our world? NO...his need was a kind of special sexual kink. He was a submissive who had fantasies that were about to cost him ten thousand dollars.
Jonas did not like walking across the bar on bare feet. I could tell from the look on his face. The floor was sticky and his bare feet stuck to it. Every guy in the bar was looking at him.
He was trembling so badly, he spilled some of my drink. Christ, he had a magnificent dick! Big thick, long black cuntbuster! I bet he had the chicks lining up. Be he claimed he had a steady girlfriend. He stood before me, his dick inches from me and set the drink down on the table.
"Here you are, Sir." His voice fluttered. I could tell he was both totally humiliated and also terribly turned on! Those two things only go together in a certain breed of boy!
"Lower your underpants and show me your black ass!"
I watched him look around for his clothing. His thick lower lip trembled. He had already given me his expensive Rolex as a down payment, so would he back out now? The music on the jukebox had stopped. The room was silent except for breathing. Slowly, like in some slow motion sequence in a film, he turned his back to me and hooking his thumbs inside the designer waistband, he lowered the white shorts down below the cheeks of his sweet, muscular, black college boy ass!
"Wow, Nigger Boy, that is one fuckable young black ass!" I said loudly enough to elicit laughter from most of the room. The kid was shaking really badly, and this made his big fat dick bounce and swing. You need to remember that young Jonas had informed me that he had never had a single gay experience, so this was a pretty traumatic event for him.
"Turn around Jonas, and show the guys in the bar your sweet, fuckable, black boy ass!" He turned to face me, and that was when I saw the tears running down his handsome face.
There was also a bit a snot running from the large nostrils of his wide negro nose. He was scared out of his mind, and excited beyond belief.
"Is this what you want, Jonas? Is this the kind of thing you want?" I leaned in and whispered to him. He looked me in the eyes. He had beautiful deep eyes,now filled with tears.
"Yes, Sir..." he whispered.
"Is this what you want for a solid week? Do you want to be abused and whipped and fucked and bred like a Plantation Nigger?"
"Oh, God yes! I need it. I need it so badly! I've never felt anything like this. I've never felt ANYTHING!"
I raised my voice again. "Well, then Nigger, reach back and spread your black ass cheeks and show these men here your CUNT!"
He hovered for a moment, on the edge, caught between a strong desire to refuse and shut this whole nasty game down, and a sexual yearning that was washing through his young strong black body. His submissive need won out. He gripped his ass cheeks and spread them. The guys moved in for a look. Jim, the bartender handed one of the guys a powerful flashlight, so they could have a really good look at his young black fuckhole!
I even got up and moved around to have a better look. It was a beautiful pink tight asshole nestled there in the crack of that black ass. "Spread those fucking cheeks wider, Jig!" I snapped. He gripped his ass and pulled at his ass globes. We could all hear him crying now, gulping sobs. It was so fucking hot. I picked up a straw and used it to probe the tight little ass pucker. He made a groaning sound, which melted in with the sounds of some of the men openly masturbating. I worked the straw in and out of the ass lips, but the hole was too tight and the straw bent. I went around to his head and lifted my martini to his lips. "Here Black Boy, have some drink!" I held the glass to his thick lips and he slurped gratefully.
"Now, Rich Black Diplomat's Son...shove a finger up your asshole!"
"Oh, God, please Sir, not here! Not in front of all of them!" Vodka dripped from his thick lips and mixed with tears running down his face.
"Shove a finger deep up your black ass, or the deal is off!"
I saw his shaking hand release one ass cheek. One of the dudes standing near, reached in and gripped the ass cheek and pulled so the hole would still be clearly visible. The white briefs were now down around his knees.
"Here, want some help? Give my your finger." I took his well formed large black hand in mine and brought it to my face. I stuck his finger in my mouth and sucked on it, to give him some lube. "There, now sick it up your ass before it dries."
He groaned as he forced the tip of his finger into the tight pink pucker of his nineteen year old asshole. Men in the room groaned as well. He pushed and the finger forced its way into the asshole!
"That's a good Black Boy. Shove that finger all the way in! All the way up into your rectum!"
Poor beautiful black boy surrounded by a dozen lecherous white men. His legs grew weak and he almost fell onto the floor. He shoved more and more finger up his young virgin ass.
"Good boy, Jonas. Now fuck that finger in and out of your pussy!"
That had been a few nights ago. And Now, Jonas stood on my cocktail table in nothing but huge cargo shorts, in front of a gang of my buddies. He was fucking terrified.
"Okay, Nigger Boy, shuck down!" I ordered in my best Plantation Owner voice. The pants would come down...and the humiliation and degradation would begin!
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