My wife and I live in a low-income, very mixed neighborhood. I’d venture to say that white people such as her and myself are very much the minority there. That’s always been more than fine with me, as I have an obsession with interracial porn and there were always lots of neighbors, male and female, to fantasize about.
Living in such a diverse area, it was no surprise as I walked to our mailbox at the end of the block one day to see a group of young Black men out walking too. I noticed passingly and admiringly the hulking size of these men.
I was surprised, however, when I heard them coming up behind me and, as I turned, I suddenly got a large Black fist right to the mouth. I’m a small guy—5’5”, 155lbs—and that punch sent me sailing through the air. No sooner had my head landed with a sickening thud on a large rock than the crowd of them surrounded me and began kicking and punching me with without mercy, all while mocking my hopeless situation.
Their huge, dirty shoes laid painfully into my ribs, my stomach, and my kneecaps over and over. Their hard fists repeatedly slammed me violently in the face. Somebody stomped so hard on my groin I think I may have puked a bit. They spit on me, one of them pissed on me, and someone shouted, “White lives don’t matter, faggot!”
The next thing I knew I was waking up in a hospital bed. I had been unconscious for two days. I had multiple broken bones and a serious concussion, along with a plethora of bumps and bruises. I felt like absolute shit. My wife, I was told, had been there earlier but had to leave for a little while. I really wanted to see her.
My phone was on the tray next to my bed, so I picked it up and went to some of my favorite interracial porn sites, as I usually do with any free time I have. When I got to Darkwanderer, I noticed a new video called Whiteboi Beatdown in Portland Oregon. That’s where I live. I gulped hard, and clicked on it.
There, on the internet for all to see, was a video of me being thrashed by six Black Kings. Apparently I hadn’t noticed in the heat of it all the young Black Woman filming the whole thing. Now her voice could be clearly heard in the recording, encouraging them to, “Crush his skull! Fuck yeah! Breaking his goddamn ribs!” and more.
Suddenly I jumped, as I heard a gasp beside me. It was one of the nurses.
“Is that you?” She asked, ”Oh my God!” A second nurse came over out of curiosity.
“Oh, you poor man!” She exclaimed.
Something seemed strange, though. Even though these nurses were expressing sympathy, their tone of voice, facial expressions, and body language conveyed excitement. Arousal, even. I have to admit, I was getting pretty hot and bothered myself, watching my own decimation at the hands of these real men.
That’s when my wife got back.
“Oh my gosh, you’re awake! Are you okay?! I was so worried about you, baby!”
“I’m really sore, and still feeling groggy,” I started, but she cut me off:
“What are you watching? Is that you? Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!”
She kept saying it over and over, but as she did her tone changed from one of extreme worry to one of extreme horniness. I couldn’t believe it! The two nurses and my own wife were getting off on watches me get nearly killed by this group of Black Gods. They were even beginning to rub themselves, unable to hide their excitement.
In the video now I was out cold, but they were still stomping on me and kicking me as they laughed and pondered aloud whether to let me live. As the video ended a thought occurred to my wife.
“Is this on YouTube? Where did you find this video?” She saw the url. “Darkwanderer? Is this a porn site? Do people get off to this?”
She paused for a moment, then more directly: “Do you get off to this?”
There was no point in trying to hide it. Though I was very nearly in traction, it was clear that I was immensely turned on by seeing myself get pummeled like that.
“Let me see your phone,” She ordered.
I handed it to her and she typed in the comments the following: "To the hot Black men that put my husband in the hospital, thank you! Once he is out I would be ever so grateful if you do it again. This time please let me watch. I promise to reward you. And this time, don’t be so gentle.”
As I read that last sentence, my current injuries sympathetically ached even more. The nurses were still there, and they guiltily yet excitedly asked to be sent the video if this happened again. My wife agreed happily and even extended them an invitation to come watch the show live. They exchanged numbers and my wife kissed me goodbye while giving my ribs a painful squeeze before leaving for the night.
Someone answered her back later that evening. I will be out of the hospital in a couple days and I have the beating of my life to look forward to. My wife and the two nurses have promised blowjobs all around for my torturers and, at least in my wife’s case, maybe more. She has promised me this will become a regular thing, if I live.
Living in such a diverse area, it was no surprise as I walked to our mailbox at the end of the block one day to see a group of young Black men out walking too. I noticed passingly and admiringly the hulking size of these men.
I was surprised, however, when I heard them coming up behind me and, as I turned, I suddenly got a large Black fist right to the mouth. I’m a small guy—5’5”, 155lbs—and that punch sent me sailing through the air. No sooner had my head landed with a sickening thud on a large rock than the crowd of them surrounded me and began kicking and punching me with without mercy, all while mocking my hopeless situation.
Their huge, dirty shoes laid painfully into my ribs, my stomach, and my kneecaps over and over. Their hard fists repeatedly slammed me violently in the face. Somebody stomped so hard on my groin I think I may have puked a bit. They spit on me, one of them pissed on me, and someone shouted, “White lives don’t matter, faggot!”
The next thing I knew I was waking up in a hospital bed. I had been unconscious for two days. I had multiple broken bones and a serious concussion, along with a plethora of bumps and bruises. I felt like absolute shit. My wife, I was told, had been there earlier but had to leave for a little while. I really wanted to see her.
My phone was on the tray next to my bed, so I picked it up and went to some of my favorite interracial porn sites, as I usually do with any free time I have. When I got to Darkwanderer, I noticed a new video called Whiteboi Beatdown in Portland Oregon. That’s where I live. I gulped hard, and clicked on it.
There, on the internet for all to see, was a video of me being thrashed by six Black Kings. Apparently I hadn’t noticed in the heat of it all the young Black Woman filming the whole thing. Now her voice could be clearly heard in the recording, encouraging them to, “Crush his skull! Fuck yeah! Breaking his goddamn ribs!” and more.
Suddenly I jumped, as I heard a gasp beside me. It was one of the nurses.
“Is that you?” She asked, ”Oh my God!” A second nurse came over out of curiosity.
“Oh, you poor man!” She exclaimed.
Something seemed strange, though. Even though these nurses were expressing sympathy, their tone of voice, facial expressions, and body language conveyed excitement. Arousal, even. I have to admit, I was getting pretty hot and bothered myself, watching my own decimation at the hands of these real men.
That’s when my wife got back.
“Oh my gosh, you’re awake! Are you okay?! I was so worried about you, baby!”
“I’m really sore, and still feeling groggy,” I started, but she cut me off:
“What are you watching? Is that you? Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!”
She kept saying it over and over, but as she did her tone changed from one of extreme worry to one of extreme horniness. I couldn’t believe it! The two nurses and my own wife were getting off on watches me get nearly killed by this group of Black Gods. They were even beginning to rub themselves, unable to hide their excitement.
In the video now I was out cold, but they were still stomping on me and kicking me as they laughed and pondered aloud whether to let me live. As the video ended a thought occurred to my wife.
“Is this on YouTube? Where did you find this video?” She saw the url. “Darkwanderer? Is this a porn site? Do people get off to this?”
She paused for a moment, then more directly: “Do you get off to this?”
There was no point in trying to hide it. Though I was very nearly in traction, it was clear that I was immensely turned on by seeing myself get pummeled like that.
“Let me see your phone,” She ordered.
I handed it to her and she typed in the comments the following: "To the hot Black men that put my husband in the hospital, thank you! Once he is out I would be ever so grateful if you do it again. This time please let me watch. I promise to reward you. And this time, don’t be so gentle.”
As I read that last sentence, my current injuries sympathetically ached even more. The nurses were still there, and they guiltily yet excitedly asked to be sent the video if this happened again. My wife agreed happily and even extended them an invitation to come watch the show live. They exchanged numbers and my wife kissed me goodbye while giving my ribs a painful squeeze before leaving for the night.
Someone answered her back later that evening. I will be out of the hospital in a couple days and I have the beating of my life to look forward to. My wife and the two nurses have promised blowjobs all around for my torturers and, at least in my wife’s case, maybe more. She has promised me this will become a regular thing, if I live.
i can't stop thinking about this....
