Black Master, Whiteboy Slave Pt. 03

In the interest of continuity, it’s recommended that Parts 1 and 2 be read first.

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Charles went back home to reassure his parents that he was okay, that he was enjoying staying with his friend Alec in Connecticut, and that they were not to worry.

How is Alec?” Charles’s mother asked from her writing table at the far end of the room. She was a devotee of the neglected art of hand-written correspondence. “You roomed with him didn’t you?”

“What was that mother?” Charles responded. He had been thinking about the feel and taste of Jamal’s cock in his mouth.

“I said, you roomed with him, right? Last year? We met him, do you remember, Roger?” she said, addressing the man sitting at the table in the adjacent dining room, papers spread out before him, and a laptop screen illuminating his tanned, angular features. He closed the screen shut, then looked in the direction of his wife.

“I do. Nice young man. His father is a doctor. Isn’t that right?”

“An oncologist.” Eustace, his wife responded. “He’s much in demand, I hear. Were Alec’s parents at home, Charles?”

Charles, in fact knew that the couple were vacationing in Denmark for most of the Summer.

“No. They’re away.” he said, picking up the magazine beside him. Not that he was about to read anything in it. He simply went through the motions, all the while thinking of Jamal.

He looked over to his mother. ‘I have a black master, mother.’ he imagined himself saying to her. ‘He calls me whiteboy, and sometimes he slaps my face. But I like it when he does that. He treats me like shit, and I love it.’

“So, you’re going back tomorrow, son?” his father said.

“Yes. Just wanted to pick up a few things, and see the both of you, of course.” Charles said.

“Well, give him our regards.”

“I will.” Charles assured him.

Before returning to Jamal’s the next day, Charles selected some framed photographs from his bedroom. He chose one from his high school graduation the year before. He was in the center with cap and gown, smiling broadly, his parents to either side of him. Charles studied the photo. his father looked natty, as always. Even in a photograph, one could see the quality of his suit. His mother, to his left, smiling serenely, beautifully coifed, a strand of pearls around her neck.

He chose another of a family reunion at the lake house; a group photo with his many cousins, aunts, and uncles. The lake glimmered in the background.

Charles took the precaution of parking in a garage several blocks from Jamal’s place. The neighborhood didn’t seem all that dangerous, but late at night a car could be stolen without too much trouble, he imagined. And how would he explain that to his parents?

He stopped at a liquor store on the way and picked up a bottle of Martel XO cognac. He hoped it would make a pleasant surprise for Jamal. He had already stocked a cabinet shelf with a variety of high-end liquor, and felt the cognac would complete the collection nicely.

As he came to the rear door of the apartment, he could hear the television, and knew that his master was at home. He knocked softly. In a moment the door opened.

Jamal stood there with just his underwear shorts on. Charles looked hungrily at the smooth chest and belly.

“Hey, how’s my favorite cocksucking faggot? Get your skanky ass in here,” he said. He seemed somewhat intoxicated.

Once inside, Charles detected the odor of weed, so knew that Jamal was both high and a bit drunk.

“Picked up some goodies from down the corner. Weed, a bit of blow. Your rent money comin’ in handy, boy.” Jamal said, putting a flame to a glass pipe. He handed the pipe to Charles.

“Here. Knock yourself out. Got some nose candy over here, too.” he said, walking to a shelf by the wall where a piece of folded white paper lay open.

“Hit yourself up, boy. Get you all horny for tonight’s duties.” Jamal said, lifting a small spoon to his nose and snorting. Charles liked cocaine. He liked the way it freed him to really become his true self. It amazed him how he, normally, could cling to his privileged circumstances, his destiny to be a ‘success’ in life when, as he powerfully discovered when high on coke, all he really wanted was to be treated like a dog by a black man. Once he was high, he knew this is what he really was in his very core. And he reveled in it. This was his ‘success’.

“Thank you, sir.” Charles said, coming over and helping himself.

“How’s that? Good shit?” Jamal said.

“Yes, mmmmm. Very nice.” Charles said, feeling the drug move through his body.

As Jamal ambled over to the sofa, Charles watched the lean brown body move. And Jamal, of course, knew that Charles was watching him. He flopped onto the sofa, draping his frame acrosss the length of it.

“Get me a drink, fag.” he directed.

“Yes, sir. What would you like?” Charles said, coming to his side.

“Some of that Knob Creek with coke. ‘Bout half and half. Hop to it, bitch.”

“Right away, sir!” Charles said, glad to be of erzurum escort service to his master.

“And get into your slave clothes when you done. You got no right wearing regular clothes in here.”

“Yes, sir.” Charles said, heading for the kitchen.

He carried the drink back on a tray. Before placing it on the coffee table, he put a drink coaster before Jamal. On it the words ‘MASTER JAMAL’ were printed in bold black letters.

“Now ain’t that cute.” Jamal said. “My own personalized coaster.” he said, then sipped his drink.

“I’m happy that you like it, sir.” Charles said, blushung slightly. “There’s a special store in…”

“Get me another ice cube, slave.” Jamal said. “More ice next time, got it?”

“Yes, master. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you sorry alright. You a sorry-ass dick-suckin’ whiteboy.”

“Yes, sir.” Charles said, hurrying off to the kitchen.

He returned with the ice cube cradled in a spoon, and he held a paper towel under it so it would not drip on the floor. He carefully dropped it into the master’s drink. He then went to the bedroom to strip down to his slave uniform. He returned barefoot in his underwear.

“You brought some pictures of your big shot rich parents for me to look at?” Jamal said as Charles knelt beside the sofa.

‘Yes, master. Would you like to look at them?”

“Shit, yeah, why you think I told you to get ’em?” Jamal said, looking contemptuously at Charles.

“Dumbass. Go get ’em.” Jamal said, leaning back and finishing off his drink.

“Then get me another. And make it right this time.”

Charles went to his small travel bag he’d left by the door, and found the two photos. When he returned to the sofa, Jamal was filling the pipe with weed.

“Let’s see what you got, boy.” Jamal said, toking on the pipe, then exhaling a huge cloud of smoke. He handed the pipe to Charles. He arranged the framed photos in front of him. They each had pivoting pieces on the back so that they could be stood upright. Charles came from the kitchen carrying the tray.

“Your mama’s a good lookin’ bitch, fagboy. Wouldn’t mind takin’ her for a ride. Yes, indeed.” Jamal said, eyeing the attractive, haughty Eustace. “Think she’d like my black dick?”

“Yes, I think she would like it very much, sir. She’d never admit it. But, yes, she would probably want to at least see it.”

“Yeah, she’s mighty hot.” Jamal said, still looking at the picture. “She like to fuck?”

“I’m… I’m not sure… I mean…”

“Forget it. I can see that she do. She got that look.” Jamal said, licking his lips.

“Maybe you could take a picture of my dick and I’ll send it to her in the mail. All anonymous and mysterious. That’d be fun, eh? She could take it out while your pappy’s away and dream on it.”

Charles took another hit on the pipe and placed it on the table. He enjoyed thinking of his mother seeing Jamal’s penis.

Jamal dug a small hand sanitizer from the sofa cushions and tossed it to Charles.

“Clean off that pipe where your mouth been on it, faggot. You ain’t handin’ that back to me after your cocksucking lips been al over it. Shit.” Jamal said with disgust.

Charles colored deeply as he applied the sanitizer and wiped it clean with a tissue.

While he did this, Jamal stood and removed his shorts. He threw them to Charles.

“Put these away.” he instructed.

Charles picked up the plaid boxers and hurried off to the bedroom. Once out of view, he held the shorts up to his face and breathed in the fragrance of Jamal’s loins.

“Oh, master.” he whispered as he pressed his nose into the crotch part.

When he returned, Jamal was seated spread-legged on the sofa with the photos before him. Charles, very high from the combination of coke and weed, stood and stared, his penis pressing hard against his briefs.

“Yup. Your mama’s a fine looking piece of ass, slaveboy. Come on over here.”

Charles came and knelt close beside his master. He could feel the warmth coming from his thigh.

“Look at you.” Jamal said, scratching in his pubic bush while looking at the photo of Charles with his parents.

“Everbody just grinnin’ like fools. Grad-you-ashun! Goodness. then you off to where? Someplace in connecticut?”

“Yes, master. I’ve just completed my first year at Yale.” Charles said.

“Yale! Ain’t that where Bush gone to school? Well, now. That IS special.” Jamal said, laughing derisively.

“That stupid motherfucker didn’t even know what a bar code was. The old dude. Got servants fetchin’ his groceries for him, I suppose.”

“Probably, sir.” Charles said, all the time gazing hungrily at Jamal’s penis as it lay across the cushion between his legs.

“Other way around here, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir.” Charles said. “A man like yourself should never have to do the shopping.”

“Not while your whore ass is at the ready to do it, right boy?” Jamal said, looking down on Charles’s adoring face.

Jamal stood and walked to his escort erzurum bedroom. He returned with his cell phone, the length of his cock swaying left to right as he walked.

“Come here.” he commanded. Charles came to him in the middle of the room, ‘walking’ on his knees.

“Let’s see here.” Jamal said, pressing controls so that it was camera-ready.

“Now. Get my dick in your mouth so I can get a nice little portrait of the two of you.” he said.

Charles, delighted to once again feel the fullness and warmth of Jamal’s cock in his mouth, obeyed at once.

“Look up.” Jamal instructed, as he brought the phone closer. “That’s it. Ain’t you pretty, now, with my black dick between your lips. Hah!” he said, snapping the picture. He looked at the result.

“Not bad. You wanna see?” he asked. Charles murmured agreement as best he could. Jamal held the phone so that Charles could see.

“Alright. Get up and do whatever you gotta do to print this up, boy.” he said, handing the phone to Charles.

Charles went to the bedroom where the printer was, and soon had a paper copy in color of himself and Jamal’s cock. It had come out well, he thought.

He showed it to Jamal who gave his grudging approval.

“Go out and get one of these frames, just like these here”, he said, indicating the ones on the coffee table.

Charles returned within the hour with the frame. He trimmed the photo to fit it, and presented the finished product to Jamal.

“Good.” Jamal said. “Now put all three these on the bookshelf there.” he said, referring to a small shelf against the wall. “That’s gonna be your new family album.” he said, smiling.

“Put the one of you suckin’ my dick in the middle.”

Charles took great pleasure in seeing the three photos together. The one in the center was cropped so that his blue eyes were near the top of the frame, while his full, red lips, stretched dramatically around the dark, veiny shaft of jamal’s cock, dominated the lower part. Seeing the smiling faces of his parents adjacent to this excited him, as did the faces of his tanned cousins, aunts and uncles in the other. He wished that instead of him sitting amongst them with his sun-bleached hair and big smile, he were on all fours naked with a leash attached to his neck, and Jamal standing beside him. The others would continue to smile, feeling it was just natural that he should be there on his hands and knees at the feet of a black man.

While he was indulging in these fantasies, Jamal was cutting up and snorting more of the coke.

“Come and get you some, boy. You bought it.” he said. Charles came over on his knees. He noticed that Jamal’s penis was slowly ratcheting upward, and he hoped that he would want to be serviced soon.

Jamal noticed Charles eyeing his cock.

“Careful, now. Your mama can see you.” Jamal taunted, slowly lifting the growing penis and cradling it’s length across his palm. Charles looked on hungrily.

“Whyy don’t you tell your mama and daddy here how much you love my black dick.” Jamal said, turning the penis so that its single ‘eye’ was directed at Charles. “Go on now. Don’t be shy.”

Charles looked at the proud faces of his parents in the frame.

“Mother, father, I’m a cocksucker and I love black dick.” Charles began. Meanwhile, Jamal had moved closer and began stroking Charles’s cheek with the swollen head of his cock.

“That’s right, boy. Tell mama and daddy all about it.” Jamal said, clearly relishing it all. Charles was becoming very excited feeling the warm, soft cock head caressing his face. He addressed the photo again.

“I’m in love with Mr Jamal’s cock. I wish you could see it. Then you might understand. I have also become good friends with his anus. It’s so beautiful, mother! I lick it clean for him. It tastes so good!” Charles said, his voice becoming more high pitched and quavery as he continued. He took a brief moment to kiss the cock head.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I know you wanted something different for me. I feel as though I’ve let you down.” Charles said. “But I’m happy and well cared for. Oh, Jamal can be stern sometimes, but he cares.”

“I care ’bout how good you suck on my asshole, bitch. you can tell your daddy that.” Jamal said, slapping Charles on the side of his head. Charles colored deeply and stared down at the floor.

“Maybe it’s time to see how that white ass of your’s feel riding my dick.” Jamal said, and this perked Charles right up.

“If you wish. master.” he said, once again gazing lovingly at the cock which was by now very erect.

“See if you can treat me right that way.” jamal said, ruffling Charles’s hair playfully. “See if you can show me some respect, little man. I sure do feel like fuckin’, and you got a sweet white ass, don’t you now.”

“I would be honored, sir, if you…”

“Shut up and go lean over the back of the couch, whiteboy.” Jamal instructed. Charles scampered happily to the appointed place. He had only been penetrated a few times before by erzurum escort bayan a boy at school, and he’d enjoyed it. He remembered the boy had cum more than once on a couple of occasions, and had told him he loved him, which made Charles happy. It made him feel attractive. Jamal went to the bedroom and when he returned, the head of his cock was coated with something shiny.

“Lose them slave shorts.” Jamal snapped.

Charles quickly stepped out of his underwear shorts and placed them to the side.

“Yes, sir.” Jamal said as Charles’s smooth ass presented itself for his approval.

“I think we can make somethin’ happen here.”

He ran a finger slowly down the center of Charles’s back and Charles shivered with delight and moaned.

“Well, now. You sound ready, boy.” Jamal teased. “Sound like you wantin’ this dick pretty bad. That so?”

“Yes, sir. I do.” Charles said leaning across the back cushions of the sofa, yearning to feel Jamal’s warm cock touch his sensitive skin.

Jamal brought the palm of his hand down hard on Charles’s ass cheek, then the other.

“I’m gonna spank your ass good while I fuck you, whiteboy. You don’t mind, do you?” he said, then repeated the slaps. The slaps were hard and cracked loudly. Charles was in heaven.

“No, sir.” he said. He himself was quite hard now, and he could sense precum forming at the tip of his cock. Jamal rubbed Charles’s reddened buttocks, admiring the hand prints that were forming across them.

“Now you gonna REALLY see who’s boss.” he said. He rested the length of his cock in Charles’s ass crack. Charles cried out with pleasure.

“Oh, sir!”

“Yeah, you ready.” Jamal said. He brought the head of his cock up against Charles’s pink anus.

“Gonna have us yet another friendship formin’ here, boy. What you think?”

“I hope so, sir. Please use me.” Charles said, breathing hard, his face flushed. He only hoped he could accomodate Jamal’s length and girth. He would have to. It was all he wanted in the world just then.

Jamal pressed forward slowly and Charles gasped.

“Easy, boy.” Jamal encouraged. “We’ll go slow, and before you know it, you’ll be treatin’ me right.”

He pressed further, and watched as the head slipped fully past Charles’s pink sphincter. Then it was fully inside.

“Oh, my God.” Charles moaned. “Oh, my God.”

“You got that right, whiteboy. Move over Jesus. This boy got him a new savior.” Jamal said, chuckling.

They remained lke that for some moments, Jamal’s cockhead pulsing pleasurably in its new warm environs, and Charles’s sphincter gripping reflexively in response.

“That’s it, boy. Damn! you tight. Whooo-eee! That’s some handshake you got there.” Jamal said, now introducing another inch of his cock further into Charles.

“Sir. Please, it’s a little bit uncomfortable.”Charles said.

Jamal spat down onto his cock to lubricate it. He spread the saliva onto his shaft with a finger, then pressed forward.

“How’s that? You comfortable enough, now?” Jamal chided.

“Oh, lord, it feels so good.” Charles said. Thank you, sir”

“That’s a ‘yes’, then.”

“Yes, yes, yes!!” Charles cried out. ” Thank you, master. Oh, Jesus. Thank you, sir.”

Jamal began to appreciate that he had gone slowly. He had the whiteboy not knowing which way was up! Just the way he wanted him.

“you a good little slaveboy, you know that?” Jamal said, stroking Charles’s ass softly. “You my good boy, ain’t you?”

Feeling that Charles was now, as he put it, ‘comfortable’, Jamal began to enter him almost to his full length. He had to admit it was some of the best fucking he’d ever had. Jamal leaned down across Charles’s back, continuing to hump slowly. He planted a kiss on Charles’s shoulder.

“You doin’ me right, boy.” he said. “You got you one sweet ass, you know that?” he said, hoping to rouse Charles to further abandon. If he played him right, he could have him talking in tongues before long.

“You’re so good to me, sir.” Charles said, hs voice breaking.

“Uh huh. That’s right. Not everybody gets this dick in their ass, little man. You one lucky whiteboy.”

“I certainly am, master. Thank you.”

Jamal began to increase the tempo, and Charles responded joyfully.

“mmmmmmm!! Oh, master! Your cock feels so good inside me, sir. Oh, God!”

he cried out. his head thrust suddenly upward, the muscles in his neck straining.

Jamal was now riding him hard and deep.

He slapped Charles hard on his ass and Charles moaned loudly. All the while, Jamal’s thick, veiny cock found its very happy home over and over again. Jamal marveled at how tightly and sweetly Charles was treating it. Up inside Charles’s ass was warm and welcoming as could be.

“You like the way I’m fuckin’ you, boy?” Jamal said, breathing hard. Sweat was trickling lightly across his muscled back.

“You’re a wonderful fucker, master. God, how I love the feel of you inside me! Fuck me good, sir. Please don’t stop.” Charles said between moans of pleasure.

“Look over at your high class family, whiteboy. Tell ’em how much you lovin’ this black dick up inside your ass.” Jamal said, thrusting deep and slow now.

Charles looked over to the framed pictures on the shelf. Damp strands of hair were plastered across his flushed forehead.