The Life of a White Urinal

All week he drank my piss in preparation for the festivities on Saturday. He was ready, all he needed was some encouragement and practice. He would serve as a urinal for 3 of my friends. They were all hard doms and the idea of using a white faggot as a urinal was thrilling to them.

On Saturday afternoon Rob dressed in his thong showing off the outline of his cage. His body was nice and muscular. We both knew I couldn't wait to show off my property. I was so excited. Tonight was going to be awesome; it was going to be a real turn in my boy’s training.

I took out the key to his cage and placed it around my neck tucking it into my shirt, teasing him with it as we went about getting the house ready for my friends. There was some discussion about the cage and unlocking. Rob already knew that if he had an orgasm before tonight’s activities were through, he'd still have to serve the rest of the evening as our urinal. But I offered him, if he doesn't cum tonight, I would let him out of his cage for the entire day tomorrow.

Rob took the hint and was on his knees, I had Rob open his mouth and take in my fat cock, when my entire cock filled his throat, I smiled at how stretched his lips looked. This faggot was going to do well for us, I thought. The boy gave me a quick blow job before my friends were to show up. In no time, he was swallowing my load like a good boy.

Deon and Marcus were the first to arrive. We went to the same school and played football together. Deon and Marcus were the stars. They always got the prettiest girls, I think the sight of these two huge Black men must have turned Rob on, he couldn't help but eye their crotches.

We said hello to each other while the boy stood behind me, like a good boy.

Deon entered with a warm smile, and we immediately embraced. Standing at an impressive height of 6'4”, he was known to playfully point out that he was an inch taller than me. His rich, dark skin added to his striking presence as he made his way over to the entryway chair and settled down with an air of relaxed confidence. “Come here, bitch, take my shoes off,” Deon said in his rough voice. Rob nodded and dropped down to the floor, taking hold of Deon's left shoe. Deon could see Rob staring at his crotch as Rob loosened the lace, slipping the first shoe off. “Bitch is salivating at the site of a real cock; I see,” Deon remarked.

“Dude, the white bitch is a sportin’ a hard-on, look,” said Marcus as he followed inside. Marcus stood at an even height of 6 feet, a fact that both Deon and I often teased him about. His powerful frame was covered in hard muscles. It looked like he was losing his hair, but he shaved it, and it looked good on him. He reached down and slid his hand along the boy’s bulge realizing that wasn't the boy’s hard dick but the metal cock cage. Rob's face reddened again. “What's the deal, white bitch? You wearin’ a cock cage, boy?”

Rob turned bright red, looking up at me for his cue, his body language clearly showed his unease at how Marcus and Deon were treating him even though I know he’s enjoying it. He'd been waiting so long to get off that he was desperately looking up speechless, then Deon suddenly and violently pushed Rob's head into the ground, “Speak when spoken to bitch,” Rob remained still with his face on the floor. I love making Rob demonstrate what a faithful slave he is and told my friends to use and discipline him as they see fit.

He finally spoke in a quiet and nervous tone, “My Master keeps my dick locked up. He says it keeps me motivated.”

“You're fuckin’ pathetic,” Marcus laughed at Rob's confession.

Rob stayed on all fours as Deon added, “That means you've given up all control. What kind of man would let another man do this to him? Don't tell me, let me guess, white boy. Your Master denies you orgasm, he doesn't let you shoot your load unless you’re drinking his piss?”

“No… uh… No…. he doesn’t,” Rob stammered.

Deon looked at me for permission, and I nodded knowingly. Deon then slapped Rob. “That's 'No, Sir,' you white cunt” Deon demanded. I could see that the punishment was turning them all on, and I enjoyed seeing my bitch get punished by another strong Black man. Rob started trembling a little in his subservience. But Rob wanted this, he was willingly becoming a submissive faggot and would eventually be a total chastity slave. There was absolutely nothing he could do in a situation like this but bow and cry. The reality hit him then as to just how powerless his position had become, his head lowered in defeat and he whined pathetically. I commanded the faggot, “Get up, bitch,” Rob immediately stood up, and I heard the quiet jingle as his chastity cock cage brushed his thigh. “Go and get my guests some beers and bring out the snacks.”

“Yes, Sir,” he mumbled, eyes down, voice trembling.

“Pathetic!” Marcus commented as the white boy went to the kitchen to grab the refreshments and snacks. Then, turning to me, “You’re doing the same trick with this white boy, too?” Deon chuckled as we exchanged handshakes.

“Yes, it works every time. I had hoped that Rob would accept his lot as a faggot, but I’m eager to see his progress as a slave this evening.”

As we sat in the living room with our beers, the slave kept up his service for almost an hour. Marcus ordered the white faggot into positions, each time demanding he apologize to his superiors, Rob had to apologize over and over. Marcus called Rob a faggot, spat at him, laughed at him, ordered him, and insulted him. He made fun of Rob, constantly commenting on how worthless the white bitch was compared to a Black man.

The three of us were drinking our beers and relaxing on the couch. Rob looked absolutely beautiful as he was showing his subservience. We were waiting for one more guest before the white cunt was to service our Black cocks. Now, I was pretty sure he wouldn't cum tonight. And Rob knew it would be better to not cum tonight and have all of tomorrow out of his cage. ‘Maybe the boys would encourage him,’ I thought.

Rob felt absolutely humiliated, completely overpowered, and completely enveloped by a very real sense of inferiority and self-hatred. This, of course, is how superior men should have the right to control whites. He felt the strength of the three Black men through all his senses and he was crying openly. In the beginning, Rob would say his apologies but he soon realized that this would not satisfy Marcus and that he had to convince Marcus through his body language. His behavior reflected how pathetic he really felt but Marcus didn’t let up, through all the apologies, Rob learned a tremendous lesson in subservience, “All white dicks should be kept locked in cages,” I added, watching the scene unfold.

As the punishment from Marcus went on, Gage arrived. Unlike Marcus and Deon, Gage had let himself go since college. Gage had a slight beer belly and big arms. He looked like he had fallen out of shape in the past few years but hadn't lost all of his former athletic build. Deon and Marcus stayed on the couch while I let Gage in. We stopped in the kitchen to grab some fresh beers and walked over to join the action. As Gage walked around the room to sit on the couch, he leaned over and said something to my white boy. Rob’s face immediately turned bright red. “My master promised to unlock my cage if I served as your urinal tonight and I would be able to jerk off and orgasm.”

“I don't know, white boy,” Gage said, grabbing Rob by the back of his neck. Gage pulled him towards his prominent bulge, “I don't want to see your pathetic white dick.” Gage slipped out his nine inches and shoved it into the white boy's mouth. At nine inches, Gage was smaller than the three of us, but he made up for it in girth. Rob couldn't take the fat Black monster dick too far down his throat. Rob has a look of worry on his face. He was promised to have the cage off tonight, he was supposed to be able to cum and he wanted to cum desperately. However, it appeared that my friends were going to override our arrangement. Of course, that was fine by me, I knew they were going to play games with Rob, we all were. It wasn't the faggot’s decision when he could cum anymore and that couldn’t be more perfect.

Gage didn't give in. Gage knew that he had to show his control and discipline over the pathetic white boy. “It's not your choice, faggot,” Gage said. I loved seeing the conflict on Rob's face. His feelings and emotions played openly for all to see.

“I … I … the cage,” the pathetic white boy stammered with Gage’s cock in his mouth, “but...”

“Boy!! I had not realized how much our guests didn't want to see your little white nub.” I cut his disobedience off quickly and gave him a sly smile.

“Uhhh uhhh….” he spluttered as Gage took his thick cock out of the boy’s mouth.

“Wouldn't want to see it anyway,” Marcus added to the white boy’s mortification.

“Our cocks are Black, fat, and hung,” Deon told the boy.

“But …. No one would have to see my…” the faggot pleaded.

“Boy,” I interrupted, “There is that, but I love the power we have over you. The humiliation for you outweighs your ability to make us feel good,” I added.

“But what about our bargain?” Rob persisted.

“What about it?”

“Please…. Unlock my cage, Sir.”

“The bargain doesn't matter. We have company, and they deserve your attention,” I said with a smirk.

Gage shoved his thick cock back into the faggot’s mouth. “That'll shut up your whining, and you will stay locked.” Rob reluctantly took Gage’s thick dick and started sucking.

Rob starts to reach for his dick and touches his soft caged dick with the tip of his fingers.

“Your purpose is to give us pleasure, not focusing on yours. Faggots are always denied pleasure,” Gage says as he kicks Rob's hand away from his locked dick. Rob flinched, and his body ached to find release as he opens his mouth to give it his best. “You are ours to do as we please. Understand, white bitch?”

Rob didn't know what to do, he was horny from his dick being locked up and denied. He thought by accepting to serve my friends he would get the chance to jerk off but now, he's being told he couldn't orgasm but still had to behave himself or face the consequences of more time in chastity. I called out, “Boy, you may have the honor of being our urinal this evening but you need to have some manners and respect for your superiors, now, apologize to our guests.”

“Sirs, please forgive me,” Rob replied, looking down at the floor.

“Sorry for what, faggot?” Gage says while taking his cock out of the faggot’s mouth and pushing Rob away, he knew it was the reminder Rob needed. Rob will be controlled and made to serve us however we wish.

“I'm sorry for complaining about the cage on my pathetic white dick… I have no rights and should not orgasm… You, Sirs, can use my mouth and body. Thank… you… Sirs.” Rob finally got the words out; as the last part trailed off, Rob's mind was obviously on his denied penis.

“No, no… That was a bad apology,” I corrected. “We can’t accept that apology,” I say, teasing. “What are we missing?”

“Saying it as the proper white slave, asking for permission to be used?” Deon responded.

Marcus suggested, “I got it. White boy, say, I apologize, please use me as a toilet and urinal for the evenin’ for which you so rightly deserve as the dominant and proper men, superior to a piece of toilet trash such as myself, and allow me to fulfill my purpose in life.”

I knew this was difficult for Rob, especially in front of the company. However, I remained adamant about not letting Rob escape this without having some severe trauma that he would have to overcome if he was to get past his psychological block and accept his role as a slave. It's important that Rob learns Black men are in control and always will be. Rob will thank me for training him and molding him as the ideal white slave. “Say it, boy!” I stared at him directly into his eyes refusing to let up until Rob acquiesced.

Finally, he managed to repeat the apology as Marcus had told him. “Please. Please... Sirs, I apologize. Please use me as your urinal for the evening, for which you so rightly deserve as the dominant and proper men, superior to a piece of toilet trash such as myself and allow me to fulfill my purpose in life. Which is to be a useful fuckhole.” Rob bowed with his forehead now grinding on the floor in an effort to beg for our forgiveness, he knew we were in charge.

“That's more like it,” Gage remarked.

“Good, now get up, faggot. I got some piss for ya to drink,” Marcus demanded.

Rob got to his knees; his tears continuing to fall as he positioned himself in front of Marcus to take his first piss load of the night.

I returned with some more beers for my friends. Gage was just finishing his and said, “White boy, you'll get your beer when we're done with it. You'll drink your beer recycled from our Black cocks.”

“He's ready for the next one,” Marcus said as he finished pissing and sat back.

Deon tapped the white boy on his head, “Get the fuck over here, white boy.” Rob's hands were shaking; he was so scared. Rob got up to his knees and slowly made his way over to Deon. Deon opened his pants and his large dark cock flopped out, “Beg for it, white bitch.”

“Please, Sir, allow me to drink your piss. I have been a good white boy, and I deserve to be your urinal,” Rob pleaded.

“Well, that was pathetic. But I'm going to give it to you anyway.”

Rob placed his lips around Deon’s cock, feeling it twitching in his mouth, and then he felt the warmth of the piss in his mouth and began swallowing quickly as to not choke. He swallowed and swallowed but he couldn't get enough down and started to cough and gag on Deon’s piss. “Bitch! Why are you so sloppy? Drink my piss you little cunt, not spill it,” Deon demanded.

Rob tried to catch his breath, coughing, and gagging, but he didn’t stop. The piss started to run down his chin and chest.

“I'm sorry, Sir,” Rob apologized but kept drinking.

“Boy, keep drinking, and if you spill that on the floor, I will beat your ass and make you wear the cage for three months!” I yelled at Rob. Rob didn't stop drinking, obeying and took Deon’s piss a little bit better. “You will have a constant stream of piss from us the rest of the night. We deserve to be serviced. You’re gonna get us food and drink. You’re gonna serve your superiors. And take our piss so we don't have to get up,” I said, keeping an eye on the white boy's head down in my Black friend's lap drinking his urine.

“Ok, white boy, that's enough,” Deon said.

Rob sat back. “No stopping now, bitch. You still have two more to go. Come over here and drink up,” Gage said smacking him on the back of his head. Rob got up to his knees and moved to Gage’s cock. Gage smiled. “You better not waste any of mine, white boy, “ he threatened. Rob took another mouthful and tried to swallow but began gagging a bit and forced himself to swallow. He coughed and gagged some more, but didn't stop, “What a good little white boy, you are,” Gage said as he drank from his beer finishing his use of my white boy as a urinal and crushing his beer can, “Well John, I think I'm ready for another round, would you mind, I can get it.”

Rob pulled his mouth off Gage’s cock panting and coughing. He looked like he was going to be sick. Rob moved between my legs he looked like he was having a hard time keeping everything down, “Sure,” I said, “The beer's in the fridge. Come here and drink up white boy,” I told Rob who began to suck on my cock, I felt the warmth of my piss fill his mouth as I took a mouthful of beer. He swallowed and swallowed gagging and choking on the piss while trying to catch his breath, he didn’t stop drinking making me proud, “You better not stop, white boy,” he looked like he was going to stop, but didn't. Some piss ran down his chin onto his chest, “Good job, you okay, boy,” I asked. Rob nodded his head but didn't say anything, “You know what to do, don't waste any. My piss is more important to you than anything. You will worship everything from our cocks,” Rob was coughing and gagging trying to swallow but was choking, “That's enough,” I said.

Rob collapsed on the floor. He was gasping for breath. “Thank you, Sir,” he gasped.

“You're welcome. Now, go clean yourself up, and then you can get undressed for our next activity.”

“Yes, Sir,” Rob said.

We all got undressed for the main show as Rob got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back a few minutes later, he was naked except for the cage around his puny white nub. “Come here, faggot,” Marcus said. Rob looked at Marcus longingly when he saw Marcus' 13” hard cock. I knew he just couldn't resist, halfheartedly fought Marcus’ attempts to pull him towards the bench placed in the middle of the room. Rob relented and Marcus led him over to the bench and stood before us. “Get on the bench, on all fours,” Marcus then hunched over behind him and stuck the head of his cock in Rob's already wet pussy and started working it around to lubricate it a little more in with each thrust.

“Oh god, more,” moaned Rob. “Fuck me, fuck me with that big cock.”

“What's that, white boy? You want this big Black dick in your pussy?”

“Yes, Sir,” Rob said, barely able to speak.

“That's it, take it all.” Marcus shoved his entire cock into Rob's pussy and reaching around grabbing Rob's hair and pulling his head back. “Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how you love being our white faggot.”

“I love it, Sir. I love your Black cock in my pussy. I love being your white faggot,” he must have meant it because he eagerly took Deon's cock in his mouth.

Deon’s cock rising as he approached my white boy. Deon's big cock was about an inch shorter than Marcus's but that still put it at a foot long. Rob opened his mouth, inviting Deon's cock inside even before he had brought it up to his mouth. Marcus' thrusts helped him suck off Deon as Marcus kept pushing him forwards, forcing more of his cock down his throat. This went on for several minutes until Marcus pulled out. Rob was about to protest until he saw Marcus lay down on the bench and hold his hard cock up for him. Rob scrambled over Marcus, impaling himself on Marcus' cock and riding it like a bucking bronco as Deon's cock ready for him to suck, and he leaned forward to do so, moaning as Marcus pushed himself back into his pussy. As he sucked off Deon, Marcus’ cock slipped into the white boy’s ass. Rob slid his hips forward letting Marcus' cock slip out of him then he rubbed his cunt hole against Marcus’ cock. “Please fuck me, Sir. Fuck my ass with your big Black cock.” Marcus pushed his cock into Rob's tight ass receiving a moan from Rob as the giant Black cock entered him. Marcus’ cock was long and I was sure it was pressing against his prostate as he started pumping his hips back and forth, fucking him.

Rob looked like he was in heaven as the two Black cocks entered and exited him. See his cock aching to extend to a small hardon in the metal cage, I thought it was going to be a long time before I would let him cum. I was enjoying watching my two friends fuck my white boy. I walked behind the hot scene unfolding before me. Rob managed to get about eight or nine inches of Deon's cock down his throat, which muffled his scream when my big cock pushed up in his ass along with Marcus' cock. Fuck… my cock rubbing against Marcus' cock felt so good.

Rob was being double penetrated by two Black cocks. The boy was in heaven. And so was I. I could see him trying to focus on sucking off Deon but it was difficult for him with our two cocks fucking him. Deon grabbed Rob's hair and started forcing his cock down his throat. Rob was gagging and choking as he tried to suck off the Black man before him. Marcus was tightly gripping the white boy’s ass cheeks, holding them apart while I wedged my big knobby cock head in his cunt next to Marcus' cock. Marcus was bucking his hips, making Rob bounce as I continued pounding my boy hard. I knew it was difficult for Rob to concentrate on sucking off Deon, but I could tell he was giving it his best. Then, Gage walked over to us and Rob reached out and started jerking off Gage. It made it even more difficult for him to concentrate while serving four superior Black men. This was his place, and that’s all he needed to think. Rob must have been getting close to cumming. He was moaning and shaking. I could feel his ass clenching around my cock. Then, Deon groaned, “Fuck, I'm gonna cum, white boy.”

Rob was choking and gagging as Deon's cum filled his mouth. I could hear Rob swallowing and trying to catch his breath he started whimpering, “Oh… Sir… I'm… I think… I think I’m gonna cum.”

“No, you're not, white boy,” I growled in his ear. “You don't get to cum without my permission.”

“I'm sorry, Sir. I'll try not to, Sir.”

I reached around and pinched his nipples, causing him to cry out in pain. “You better, white boy. Or you will regret it.”

“Yes, Sir,” Rob sobbed and cried out.

“You are nothing but a hole for our pleasure, white boy,” Marcus added.

“Yes, thir….” Rob replied as Deon pulled out of his throat and cut off as it was replaced by Gage thrusting his Black cock into the white boy's throat. Not only was the white slut not struggling, but he also appeared to be doing his best to fuck all of us and get all three Black cocks off. He was still fucking his ass back and forth on my and Marcus’ cock. Rob's ass clenching and unclenching. I knew he was close to cumming, but I didn't care. I just wanted to keep fucking the white boy.

Rob was gagging and choking as he sucked off Gage. I could hear him breathing through his nose, trying to catch his breath as he was bouncing on my and Marcus’ cocks continuing to suck off Gage. I could see that he was getting tired, but he kept going, moaning and shaking as he sucked off Gage’s fat cock and his hole stretched to it’s limits. He was trying to swallow all of Gage's cock as he was crying and gagging just as Marcus filled his hole with his cum. Marcus was bucking his hips and grunting as he filled Rob's pussy with his cum. As I heard Marcus let out a groan, I started to cum in Rob's pussy as well. It felt like we both dumped a gallon of jizz into Rob's holes before we stopped.

I could see Rob shiver and grunt as Marcus and I pulled out but he managed to keep sucking on Gage. Marcus stroked his still semi-hard cock while watching the whole scene unfold to its coming conclusion. It wasn't long before we heard the unmistakable gurgle of Gage joining the chorus of orgasmic bliss. His release of spunk in Rob's throat caused Marcus’ and my cum to leak out from Rob's pussy, dripping down and covering Rob's white hairless balls.

We all took a moment to relax. Deon and Marcus went into the kitchen to clean up and grab some more beers. Their big cocks swinging as they walked to the other room, while Gage sat down on the couch. When Rob stood back up on his feet, I slapped him in his face and scolded him, “What the fuck… White boy!” I snarled.

“I'm sorry, Sir. Wa…wa…what did I do wrong?”

“What did you do wrong? You fucking came without my permission.” My white boy was so zoned out from the four Black men fucking him that he obviously didn't realize that he came. I pointed to the cum dripping off his still locked dick.

Rob panicked: “Oh no, please! Please give me another chance! I was so good for you all! Please forgive me!” But…,” I stopped his begging and grabbed a handful of his hair, making him bow his head and stay on his knees.

“Apologize, white bitch!” I spat out, releasing his hair and grabbing his upper arms to turn him around towards his couch. I grabbed his neck and spanked his ass with my palm.

Rob screamed, “I am sorry, Sir! I'm so stupid and worthless, Sir! You are Black, superior men, and I am a worthless white bitch for you to use. Sir!”

“You are very good with my discipline, white boy.” I praised, rubbing my hand on his sore ass. I wanted to take a whip out and beat his back and ass raw until there were no unmarked spaces, something that was an intense form of pleasure for me, but that would have to wait until after my guests left.

Deon and Marcus returned from the kitchen with fresh beers. Marcus handed me one. I let go of the white bitch who scurried off to the bathroom to clean up while the four of us gathered around the TV and watched a movie. When my white boy emerged, he looked at me. My stern visage said, ‘Don't try me again tonight.’ I snapped my fingers and pointed to the ground before me, he took his place at my feet. “Yes, Sir, thank you for giving me this opportunity, Sir. Please accept my humblest apologies for disappointing you,” he pleaded.

I knocked him on his head, “Shut it, boy we're watching the movie,” my guests had a good chuckle, but my poor boy knew to remain quiet as the night continued. I also turned up the sound, the booming thunder from the action movie filled the house, my boy nodded his head with a very downhearted look on his face.

As the movie played, Deon snapped his fingers and pointed at his crotch. “Bitch, I have to piss.” I looked down at my boy and pushed him towards Deon. None of us even took our eyes off the screen. That was his place. My friends and I were enjoying the movie, so my white bitch had better be careful about how he serves us while we are watching.

Rob slowly pulled Deon’s cock from his mouth. Deon grabbed the faggot’s hair and moved him over to where Marcus he was sitting next to him. Marcus pulled the faggot’s head into his crotch, saying, “My turn, faggot.” My friends knew what I wanted them to do to my white boy. “Stick out your tongue, boy!” Marcus softly spoke to the white boy who without hesitation obeyed, opening wide for Marcus. The first piss splashing from Marcus' bladder caused the white boy to jerk. Marcus aimed for the white boy’s open mouth, and it sounded like a men’s room. At that moment, Deon and Gage started to chuckle as if this was the funniest thing they'd ever seen!

“Little white boy taking our piss! Serves him right,” laughed Gage as Marcus pissed right in my white boy's mouth. I glanced over, smirking, and Marcus smacked the boy’s cheek a little bit, not enough for any piss to leave Rob's mouth, but enough to let the white boy know that we were in charge. When Marcus had a couple of squirts left, he whispered to Rob, “Swallow boy, and don't ya let any of it fall out‘a your mouth. Do ya understand, faggot?” I watched in pleasure as Marcus finished pissing in my slave's mouth as our cocks stood tall and as Rob served all four of us. I enjoyed the fact my guests could just sit and relax and let Rob drain their bladders without the white bitch asking any questions. That's how I trained him to be respectful of superior men.

I watched Gage strut his cock back and forth as though he was aiming at Rob once Marcus was done. Rob crawled over to Gage, obediently sticking his tongue out and then closing his mouth around Gage’s cock. Gage gave a relaxed look and held the boy's head. “Yes, white boy. That's right,” letting me know Rob was drinking his piss. “The white boy better not let any fall out or he will be in trouble,” he grinned at me with that command and then we returned our attention to the movie.

Gage was pissing for over a minute and in a steady stream as the white boy swallowed and swallowed. Marcus and Deon were both chuckling. My friends never had to move a muscle or divert their eyes from the movie to have my white boy service them. Just like whites should be. Completely ignored and silently obeying.

Rob crawled over to kneel between my legs like a good pet and got up occasionally to served us as we watched the movie. I was sure this whole scene was making the white boy's little dick hard as it could be trapped inside the locked chastity cage!

I had trained Rob to be obedient. He never failed to obey me, no matter the order. Sometimes, it was a challenge, but it was also an enjoyable way for Rob to serve us and keep him focused on his place among real men. He was becoming an obedient slave. He never thought about disobeying me or complaining. I was proud of my work.

As he crawled back between my feet, Gage leaned over to me, “I didn't get to try out your white boy’s pussy. Mind if I take him into the back room and get a taste? I’ve already seen this movie.”

I smirked. “Sure, enjoy, bro.”

“Ok, let's go faggot.” Gage said. As Rob got up, I smacked him and told him to crawl. Rob crawled on the floor into the bedroom behind Gage. Gage walked into the bedroom with my boy following and closed the door. Deon looked over at me and said, “You know Gage’s last time with a white boy? The white boy was in shock for 2 days. Something snapped in him. It was something else.” He was smirking at me with a beer in his hand. “That white boy was never the same after that night.”

“I don’t get it. Gage gets so many white boys begging to worship his cock. You can hear it in white boy's voices begging him to fuck them,” Marcus added not understanding why they didn’t beg for his monster but Gage’s smaller though still 9” thick Black cock.

We finished the movie about an hour later and I walked to the bedroom door wondering if the two of them had passed out. Just as I was about to knock, Gage came out of the bedroom looking satisfied with a big grin. His cock was making an obscene outline in his pants, almost like his cock hadn’t lost an ounce of hardness even after cumming multiple times. The white boy didn't come out of the room. I glanced over at Gage, who shrugged. “Sorry about ruining your white boy,” Gage said with a smile and a smirk that made the others burst out laughing.

I went into the room to see if my boy was still alive, no not out of concern but from curiosity after hearing what Gage had done to a white boy previously. And there on the bed, lying on his stomach, was Rob, his hole was leaking cum. He was passed out with a satisfied grin on his face. He was covered with red welts, bites, bruises, and other marks. His body had cum dripping out of both holes. He looked like he'd just been run through the wash cycle. He looked exhausted but so contented. He didn't care that I could see his ass and the cum leaking out of him. He looked so perfect.

I walked back into the Living Room and over to Gage. We high-fived. I told him he was welcome to use my slave at any time. Gage responded that I should be proud to have such a white boy. I replied with pride, “Well, thank you. I think I am,” as they all burst out laughing. “Rob knows he's only here for Black superior men.”

After my guests left, I grabbed my white boy in a strong embrace and let him know of my pride in his performance. I knew that my white boy needed my praise for his performance, and tonight was the best yet. Afterward, I wanted to talk about the events of the night. “White boy, do you understand the honor of pleasing my friends with your white boy pussy? Are you proud to have real men take you under control?” I asked.

He was beaming with happiness. “Yes, Sir, I'm so proud to serve you.” He then told me how proud he was that he took two cocks in his pussy, and was able to handle it without begging to stop.

“That's right, boy. But you came without my permission, so you were a bad boy tonight, too. Now, get upstairs, get naked, get the paddle, and lay it on the bed, and you be bent over the bed when I get there. What you did was no accident. You disobeyed me, interrupting your training. I'm going to blister your cracker ass and show you that the pleasure you got from cumming is nothing when compared to the pain of having your ass paddled. Go. I'll be there as soon as I finished checking my email,” I said calmly and methodically. No anger, just logical dominance, and that's how I was going to discipline and train Rob to be my white slave. No yelling, no abusive language, no display of anger needed. Rob will be my white slave and will have no choice but to receive his punishment. I will make sure he gets the message that disobeying me will always result in this inevitable outcome.

Rob turned pale with the realization that I wasn't joking. His jaw dropped as if he didn't expect a punishment after his good service this evening. The look of surprise on his face showed me that he had believed my guests' praise and assumed I wouldn't punish him. But he quickly remembered my instructions as I looked down on him, waiting.

I said, “Get going,” and turned to go to my office. As he was turning to go upstairs, I called after him, “Rob, what's my name? Who am I?”

Rob looked down at his feet and mumbled, “Master.” I knew he understood who the true authority was. I was about to break him, and he will become mine forever. He was gonna learn his lesson the hard way.

This was going to be the end of his resistance and denial.

Rob was about to lose everything and become my slave.

His resistance was no longer an option, he had no other choice.

He was going to fall into my traps and accept his future as a slave, and a piss drinking, cock sucking, white faggot one at that. He couldn't deny that this is who he is and what he wants. I wasn't going to make it easy, but I didn't need to make it hard. I just needed to continue what I've already started, and his own desires would take care of the rest.

He was such a good white boy. Rob's desire was to serve and obey a strong Black man. He needed to be controlled. I loved having Rob as a slave and boyfriend. He was my perfect toy, so submissive and pliant. I love making him suck and swallow my piss and cum, making him degrade himself and making him accept his inferior white status.

I'd trained my boyfriend well. It started with our piss play. It was always good, but recently he would even ask to suck and swallow my piss. But, it had now become so much more. This was so much more than I could have hoped for. This was true ownership, and I had complete control over him. I could get him to do whatever I wanted him to do. It was fucking great! I got off on controlling and owning a white boy like him. I'm his Black Master now, and he belongs to me, he lives and exists only for my pleasure, and I will make sure he knows it. I could sense a change coming soon in our relationship.

We're getting closer and closer to the next stage of my plan, the next step in our relationship and I can't wait.