When the reparations act first passed,my wife and I barely noticed. I remember hearing about it on the news, seeing it on the TV. I seem to recall there was even a little rioting in the streets. Knowing what I know now, I’m not surprised at that. The things that the Reparations Act demanded of us as a ****** and as a couple were a tremendous burden. A burden we had to pay simply because we were white and privileged. Or so the act said. But we didn’t know that at the time. We were innocent and may be a little foolish. But soon we learned the price we’d have to pay.
After its passing, we forgot about it for a while. It left our minds and we got busy doing the things that couples do. Having jobs, raising children, living our lives. That all changed when we got that letter in the mail. The letter was from the Bureau of Reparations, and it said that our time had come. We’d been chosen and we had 90 days to pay our fine or we could choose sexual reparations. The fine we had been assessed, based on our income, and cultural heritage was steep. $347,000 payable immediately to the Bureau for distribution on our behalf. Or for one week a year, a black man or woman would be assigned to us for sexual reparations.
It’s true that you could take the week and then next year pay the fine at a slightly reduced rate. But the truth is considering how we were scraping by, we’d have had to accept many many weeks over the course of several years before we could afford to pay the fine. My wife and I loved each other very much, and we were sure this one week of reparations sex with with a black man or woman wouldn’t destroy us as a couple or ******. To be perfectly honest, I’d hoped for a black woman to be assigned to us. Since the passing of the act though, we’d heard stories from some of our friends who’d already been assessed. Those stories almost made me change my mind.
Stories of fantastically cruel black men and women making the couples do terrible things. Really unspeakable things to a vanilla couple like the wife and I. But all too soon i would learn for myself that the truth was worse and crueler than to could have imagined. But like I’d said previously, that’s all in the future and we were still naive and innocent. But at the same time we didn’t have the money to pay the fine. That left only one real option for us and with fear in our hearts we mailed in our form marked with our agreement to sexual reparations to the black community.
It was several weeks before we heard back from them, when we got another letter. This letter confirmed for us we’d been assigned a black male. It also instructed my wife to stop any form of birth control. Part of the reparations was the risk we took as a couple, offering my fertile wife for potential seeding. Very soon we would be receiving a chastity cage in the mail as well. Once the cage was in place, my wife would be expected to attend a fertility and ovulation inspection at a gynaecologist chose by the Bureau. This inspection would confirm that she was both fertile, and birth control free. Without the risk of black breeding it wouldn’t count as reparations. God that thought horrified me. Another man’s baby in my living wife.
The cage came in the mail three days later. It synced with an app on my phone and confirmed it was locked in place via Bluetooth. Once the weeks reparations were paid it would chime and unlock automatically and life would go on until the next year. Like any man the last thing I did before I put the cage on was have sex with my wife. Or tried to anyway. I was consumed by thoughts of what we’d be going through very soon and had to finish with my hand. My wife seemed very understanding. After that we slipped the cage on, it locked in place and adjusted itself slightly to fit me. It felt like my penis was being squished inside it, but I had no choice to accept it.
The next day my wife had her Bureau inspection at an approved clinic in town. The place was lined with posters depicting mixed race couples. Mostly white women and black men. The ones with white men all had tiny effeminate men with large very black women. All the posters extolled the benefits of genetic diversity and encouraged you to breed black. For the sake of public health and racial justice, it encouraged whites to mix. The inspection consisted of a blood test done by an apathetic looking technician and a vaginal inspection done by a doctor. I’m assuming he was a doctor. All I know he was big and broad and very black and he spent several minutes with his huge fingers inside my wife’s pussy. No instruments, just his fingers. I could swear I heard my wife orgasm but she later denied it.
Presumably she passed the inspection because in three more days our doorbell rang and we met the man we’d be paying our reparations to. We’d received a call the night before from the bureau giving us our final instructions. The children were to be sent away for a week. He’d be arriving at 1 pm sharp. We were expected to answer the door nude, the both of us. We also had one last minute option to back out by paying the fine and being done with it. We didn’t have the money which meant my wife was going to pay on her back with her pussy. The call also reminded us that any failure on our part to comply with the demands of the man coming to meet us could result in fines, imprisonment, forced breeding, or castration.
That night we cried a little together and held each other, but didn’t sleep much. I’d tried to get her off with oral but she wasn’t interested after trying to orgasm for half an hour. With fear and uncertainty filling our hearts, the time till his arrival flew by. Every time we looked at the clock somehow it was hours closer. And then we couldn’t take the pressure any longer we heard a knock at the door. Opening the door, the man we would both come to call Black Daddy strolled into our home like he owned the place.
He was tall, muscular, and thin. His hair was short, his shoulders broad and his voice deep and commanding. He snapped his fingers and commanded us to our knees in his presence. He grinned and eyed us up. “I sure do love white people on their knees. Especially white boys. You two are going to be my fuck toys for the next week. Especially you, white girl. That pussy gonna need black dick after this week I promise you that. Now, you white folks know how this works. I spend a week fucking you and your Reparations are considered paid for the year. It repeats four times, one week a year, and your debt is cleared. Understand?”
The both of us nodded at him, unsure if we should or could speak. That wasn’t good enough for him. “When I ask you a question I expect you to answer with your voices, and address me as Black Daddy.” He grinned, and asked “understand?”
“Yes Black Daddy,” we answered in unison.
“Now what neither of you may know is that happens if wifey here gets knocked up by my black snake. Do you know white boy?” He grinned smugly.
“No Black Daddy,” I shook my head. All of a sudden I liked this even less.
“What happens if wifey there gets black bred, which she gonna. She becomes my wifey until she delivers my baby, those fat white titties gonna feed my black baby. Whatchu think about that whiteboy?”
“Now wait just a minute god damn it,” I shot to my feet. My ridiculous caged penis rattling as I stood. It’s hard to look threatening nude and caged, especially when the one you’re confronting is bigger and stronger than you. “We didn’t agree to that! Why the fuck would we agree to that?”
Black Daddy grinned a cold angry smile. “Whiteboy I suggest you get back on your knees before I put you there. Besides, disobeying me earns wifey here another week of black pole. You sure you wanna test me whiteboy? I bet wifey would love another week!” Turning pale, I quickly sank back to my knees as he continued, “you’re welcome to review the specifics of the reparations act online. You’ll see it’s there. To protect the baby I put in your wifey she’s mine for one year. Reparations week becomes reparations year and I spend the whole time hollowing her out. Legally I become her husband while you become her cuck husband. Still married…. Kinda. You spend a year listening to wifey take my meat while you enjoy chastity and clean up duty. Now you don’t like it, you can bring it up with your Bureau case worker.” His smile grew chillier still.
“But I don’t think it’ll help. The judge is a close personal friend of mine and he is a big fan of whiteboy mouths and butts. You’d have met him anyway when he checks in a couple days, but we can call him sooner if you like? Tell me…. should I call him? You in a hurry to suck a big black cock? To get fucked like wifey here about to?”
Stunned I could only shake my head, “no Black Daddy. Don’t call him”. Then with another of his evil smiles he’s started to undress. His body was long and lean and muscled. And when his pants dropped I heard my wife gasp beside me.
Black Daddy chuckled, “just you wait white girl till it’s hard.” Stroking his cock to life he looked at me, “now whiteboy, crawl over here and kiss my balls really nice. I want to to kiss each nut and wish my black sperm good luck finding a white egg to breed.” I started to object and he sprang towards me and slapped me across the face with a steel hand. “Whiteboy, that is the last disobedience I will take from you. One more peep or failure to move instantly and not only will I officially contact the Bureau and sanction you with another week of reparations. But I will also contact the judge, and we will beat you to till you beg for black cock to suck. Now do what you’re told and kiss my big black balls.”
With no choice but to obey I crawl forward and planted a kiss on each ball. To my horror he used his phone to snap pictures as I did so. His massive half hard cock resting on my face as I planted a kiss on his balls. “That’s a great picture of you whiteboy. I may get that enlarged, it’d look nice hanging over your bed dontcha think? Now wish my sperm luck in breeding wifey there.”
“Good luck sperm” I said humiliated. I knew my wife was watching as this unfolded. She’d never look at me the same way again.
“Ok white folk, lead me to the bed. Let’s get the show on the road.” He followed us up the stairs trailing after my nude wife. I could hear him slapping her ass and telling her crude things about it. Once in the room he ordered my wife onto the bed and me beside the bed. “Whiteboy tell your wife to get on her back and spread her legs. Tell her it’s time she got fucked by a real man.”
I sighed loudly and said flatly “honey get on your back and spread your legs. It’s time you fuck a real man.” My wife quietly complied and spread her legs for him. He looked at her nude body and stroked his cock to full size. It was huge. Almost a foot long and as thick as my wrist. But for the children that came out of her a couple years before, I’d have thought it would never fit inside her.
“Look how wet she is whiteboy. I think wifey is excited to take my black meat.” He reached down and rubbed her wet slit with his dark fingers. She was dripping wet there was no denying that. He held his fingers up my face and told me to hold still, then rubbed it around my nose. “There, one last reminder of what wifeys pussy is like. Now grab my dick boy and stick it in your wife.”
I groaned but complied, it was hard and hot and heavy in my hand. And I knew he was smiling at me while I did so. All I could see was the look of shame on my wife’s face while I put another man inside her. God help me I lined up his huge head with my wife’s pussy. He pushed me aside, “sit back and watch whiteboy. Watch me take your wife as reparations. After this she’s gon be a queen of spades. Nothing but dark meat for this slut. Ain’t that that right wifey?”
“Yes black Daddy” my wife agreed sullenly. I could tell she didn’t want to enjoy it but she was excited. I was watching his huge cock slide across the outside of her slit. He moved his cock up and down. Each movement spread her pussy lips apart. He pressed forward and she moaned. "Oohhh!" His cock head went in. It was already already shiny with her juices. He took it out and pushed it in again. She was in heaven. Every nerve in her pussy now lit up. He pushed his cock deeper this time. Her right hand suddenly held his left arm. "Slowly!" she whispered. "You're so big!" The breathy aroused way she said it was a dagger into my heart.
He smiled knowingly. He pulled out and I could see her pussy refused to let it go. He pushed it in again slowly and deeper this time. Her head fell back and her mouth gaped open, she looked dazed. Clearly she was enjoying how his cock slowly stretched her love tunnel. More and more inches disappeared into her pussy. Halfway, she came wildly. Body convulsing around his cock. While she thrashed he gave me a knowing grin then turned to her and started kissing her lips. After resisting for a few seconds, she eventually started kissing back. There on our marital bed, she was kissing him having just cum on his cock.
At some point during the kiss he went all the way inside her. He was now fucking her with long hard piston like strokes. She wasn’t resisting at all any more. Her legs had wrapped around his thin hips and her hands grasped his arms. The kisses went on and on while I watched mesmerized as his huge pole took my wife. “Oh fuck I’m coming!” she yelled her legs flailing as her body shook. Black Daddy stopped fucking immediately. My wife wailed in despair, “no please don’t stop!” She’d asked him to keep fucking her. I wanted to cry. I was both devastated and incredibly turned on watching the scene in front of me.
Black Daddy said to my wife, “I keep going I’m gonna cum in you. Put my black baby in you. Whatchu want white girl? You wanna cum on my black meat and carry my baby? Or you wanna stop now?” He slowly and carefully kept pumping into her. Not enough to push her over the edge, but enough to keep her there. My wife just froze with indecision, unable to choose. “Be a good white girl. Tell me you want my black baby. Tell your whiteboy too.”
My wife moaned hovering right on the edge as he slowly pumped his massive cock and and out of her. He leaned down and started licking and sucking at her neck as he fucked her. I heard him whisper something but I didn’t hear what. My wife groaned loudly, “ oh god please let me cum. Do it. Cum in me. Give me your baby!”
“Tell hubby you want my baby, tell him how much you need my black meat.” He said pumping in and out of her. His body dominating hers and filling her over and over with dark hard dick.
“Fuck yes I need it. I want your baby, please let me cum. I need your big black dick.” She pulled his face to her and kissed him again as he sped up inside her. Almost immediately she started orgasming underneath him. Her pussy trembling around his pole as it slid in and out. With a load groan into her mouth, he started cumming into her pussy. I watched his huge balls draw up as he shot his seed into her. Over and over they constricted, emptying themselves into my white wife. Her unprotected eggs were his for the taking, she’d asked for it. Begged for his baby.
As the sex abated he stayed on top of her for a long time, he cock softening slightly inside her. They didn’t stop kissing though. The room was filled with the sounds of their mouths. The smell of their coupling. I knew she’d never be mine again in that moment, but didn’t want to admit it to myself. Then with a contented sigh, he rolled off her and lay next to her. He ran his hands over her body and her breasts and called me up onto the bed. He used his phone to unlock my cock cage, something I wasn’t able to do with my app. Stroke your cock and look at my cum leaking out of wifey here.
As the cage fell off me I wanted, no needed to cum. I immediately started stroking myself. Kneeling there between her legs on the bed, looking at what he’d done. Her pussy was an angry red, swollen, and leaking a huge stream of his cum. I couldn’t believe how much he’d put in there. Staring at the massive amount of cum leaking out of my wife, I rapidly stroked my hard cock. Black Daddy chuckled at me. “Im not calling you whiteboy anymore. We’re both calling you baby dick from now on. Ain’t that right baby?” He said kissing her again.
“Yes I’ll call him baby dick,” my wife agreed a little too easily. “I mean look at it.” I was horrified at her abuse of me but didn’t stop stroking. Burning with shame and need, I was already so close.
“Baby dick, thank me for breeding your wife for you.” Black Daddy waggled his cock at me while speaking. Soft he was still bigger than me hard.
“Thank you black Daddy for…” and I came. All over the sheets in front of me. A huge load for me pulsed out over and over.
“Shit baby dick, you made a mess. Better clean that up, don’t want that mess near my woman do we?” He pointed at the splatter I’d left. “Use your mouth. Clean it up. Black cum goes in your wife. White cum either goes in your mouth or the trash.” Like a good little cuck I licked up the mess I’d made. They both watched intently while I humiliated myself. When I was done I looked up, they were kissing again.
“I got one more job for you baby dick”. He handed me my cage which I put back on. “Some of my sperm has leaked out of my woman here. Since Black Lives Matter, you’re gonna help them find an egg. Use your nose and push my cum back inside her.” God help me but I did. Used my nose to move the semen leaking out of her back into her pussy. He made me sing a song while I did it.
“Black spermies need white eggs, swim swim swim. Black spermies love white eggs, swim swim swim.” Over and over like I was singing to a child. Maybe I was. I wasn’t sure at the time. But by the time he had me stop, his cum coated my face. He had my wife use her finger to scrape it into my mouth. I had to thank him for the snack. Afterwards he had my wife watch as I cleaned his cock with my tongue. He made her film it with his phone. When he got hard again they fucked again. Over and over and over. He came in her 6 times that first day. Each time I had to do my thing and push the seed back in and clean him up. I was in hell and the week had just begun. That night around midnight I fell sleep straining in my cage, listening to the bed springs creak as he fucked her.
After its passing, we forgot about it for a while. It left our minds and we got busy doing the things that couples do. Having jobs, raising children, living our lives. That all changed when we got that letter in the mail. The letter was from the Bureau of Reparations, and it said that our time had come. We’d been chosen and we had 90 days to pay our fine or we could choose sexual reparations. The fine we had been assessed, based on our income, and cultural heritage was steep. $347,000 payable immediately to the Bureau for distribution on our behalf. Or for one week a year, a black man or woman would be assigned to us for sexual reparations.
It’s true that you could take the week and then next year pay the fine at a slightly reduced rate. But the truth is considering how we were scraping by, we’d have had to accept many many weeks over the course of several years before we could afford to pay the fine. My wife and I loved each other very much, and we were sure this one week of reparations sex with with a black man or woman wouldn’t destroy us as a couple or ******. To be perfectly honest, I’d hoped for a black woman to be assigned to us. Since the passing of the act though, we’d heard stories from some of our friends who’d already been assessed. Those stories almost made me change my mind.
Stories of fantastically cruel black men and women making the couples do terrible things. Really unspeakable things to a vanilla couple like the wife and I. But all too soon i would learn for myself that the truth was worse and crueler than to could have imagined. But like I’d said previously, that’s all in the future and we were still naive and innocent. But at the same time we didn’t have the money to pay the fine. That left only one real option for us and with fear in our hearts we mailed in our form marked with our agreement to sexual reparations to the black community.
It was several weeks before we heard back from them, when we got another letter. This letter confirmed for us we’d been assigned a black male. It also instructed my wife to stop any form of birth control. Part of the reparations was the risk we took as a couple, offering my fertile wife for potential seeding. Very soon we would be receiving a chastity cage in the mail as well. Once the cage was in place, my wife would be expected to attend a fertility and ovulation inspection at a gynaecologist chose by the Bureau. This inspection would confirm that she was both fertile, and birth control free. Without the risk of black breeding it wouldn’t count as reparations. God that thought horrified me. Another man’s baby in my living wife.
The cage came in the mail three days later. It synced with an app on my phone and confirmed it was locked in place via Bluetooth. Once the weeks reparations were paid it would chime and unlock automatically and life would go on until the next year. Like any man the last thing I did before I put the cage on was have sex with my wife. Or tried to anyway. I was consumed by thoughts of what we’d be going through very soon and had to finish with my hand. My wife seemed very understanding. After that we slipped the cage on, it locked in place and adjusted itself slightly to fit me. It felt like my penis was being squished inside it, but I had no choice to accept it.
The next day my wife had her Bureau inspection at an approved clinic in town. The place was lined with posters depicting mixed race couples. Mostly white women and black men. The ones with white men all had tiny effeminate men with large very black women. All the posters extolled the benefits of genetic diversity and encouraged you to breed black. For the sake of public health and racial justice, it encouraged whites to mix. The inspection consisted of a blood test done by an apathetic looking technician and a vaginal inspection done by a doctor. I’m assuming he was a doctor. All I know he was big and broad and very black and he spent several minutes with his huge fingers inside my wife’s pussy. No instruments, just his fingers. I could swear I heard my wife orgasm but she later denied it.
Presumably she passed the inspection because in three more days our doorbell rang and we met the man we’d be paying our reparations to. We’d received a call the night before from the bureau giving us our final instructions. The children were to be sent away for a week. He’d be arriving at 1 pm sharp. We were expected to answer the door nude, the both of us. We also had one last minute option to back out by paying the fine and being done with it. We didn’t have the money which meant my wife was going to pay on her back with her pussy. The call also reminded us that any failure on our part to comply with the demands of the man coming to meet us could result in fines, imprisonment, forced breeding, or castration.
That night we cried a little together and held each other, but didn’t sleep much. I’d tried to get her off with oral but she wasn’t interested after trying to orgasm for half an hour. With fear and uncertainty filling our hearts, the time till his arrival flew by. Every time we looked at the clock somehow it was hours closer. And then we couldn’t take the pressure any longer we heard a knock at the door. Opening the door, the man we would both come to call Black Daddy strolled into our home like he owned the place.
He was tall, muscular, and thin. His hair was short, his shoulders broad and his voice deep and commanding. He snapped his fingers and commanded us to our knees in his presence. He grinned and eyed us up. “I sure do love white people on their knees. Especially white boys. You two are going to be my fuck toys for the next week. Especially you, white girl. That pussy gonna need black dick after this week I promise you that. Now, you white folks know how this works. I spend a week fucking you and your Reparations are considered paid for the year. It repeats four times, one week a year, and your debt is cleared. Understand?”
The both of us nodded at him, unsure if we should or could speak. That wasn’t good enough for him. “When I ask you a question I expect you to answer with your voices, and address me as Black Daddy.” He grinned, and asked “understand?”
“Yes Black Daddy,” we answered in unison.
“Now what neither of you may know is that happens if wifey here gets knocked up by my black snake. Do you know white boy?” He grinned smugly.
“No Black Daddy,” I shook my head. All of a sudden I liked this even less.
“What happens if wifey there gets black bred, which she gonna. She becomes my wifey until she delivers my baby, those fat white titties gonna feed my black baby. Whatchu think about that whiteboy?”
“Now wait just a minute god damn it,” I shot to my feet. My ridiculous caged penis rattling as I stood. It’s hard to look threatening nude and caged, especially when the one you’re confronting is bigger and stronger than you. “We didn’t agree to that! Why the fuck would we agree to that?”
Black Daddy grinned a cold angry smile. “Whiteboy I suggest you get back on your knees before I put you there. Besides, disobeying me earns wifey here another week of black pole. You sure you wanna test me whiteboy? I bet wifey would love another week!” Turning pale, I quickly sank back to my knees as he continued, “you’re welcome to review the specifics of the reparations act online. You’ll see it’s there. To protect the baby I put in your wifey she’s mine for one year. Reparations week becomes reparations year and I spend the whole time hollowing her out. Legally I become her husband while you become her cuck husband. Still married…. Kinda. You spend a year listening to wifey take my meat while you enjoy chastity and clean up duty. Now you don’t like it, you can bring it up with your Bureau case worker.” His smile grew chillier still.
“But I don’t think it’ll help. The judge is a close personal friend of mine and he is a big fan of whiteboy mouths and butts. You’d have met him anyway when he checks in a couple days, but we can call him sooner if you like? Tell me…. should I call him? You in a hurry to suck a big black cock? To get fucked like wifey here about to?”
Stunned I could only shake my head, “no Black Daddy. Don’t call him”. Then with another of his evil smiles he’s started to undress. His body was long and lean and muscled. And when his pants dropped I heard my wife gasp beside me.
Black Daddy chuckled, “just you wait white girl till it’s hard.” Stroking his cock to life he looked at me, “now whiteboy, crawl over here and kiss my balls really nice. I want to to kiss each nut and wish my black sperm good luck finding a white egg to breed.” I started to object and he sprang towards me and slapped me across the face with a steel hand. “Whiteboy, that is the last disobedience I will take from you. One more peep or failure to move instantly and not only will I officially contact the Bureau and sanction you with another week of reparations. But I will also contact the judge, and we will beat you to till you beg for black cock to suck. Now do what you’re told and kiss my big black balls.”
With no choice but to obey I crawl forward and planted a kiss on each ball. To my horror he used his phone to snap pictures as I did so. His massive half hard cock resting on my face as I planted a kiss on his balls. “That’s a great picture of you whiteboy. I may get that enlarged, it’d look nice hanging over your bed dontcha think? Now wish my sperm luck in breeding wifey there.”
“Good luck sperm” I said humiliated. I knew my wife was watching as this unfolded. She’d never look at me the same way again.
“Ok white folk, lead me to the bed. Let’s get the show on the road.” He followed us up the stairs trailing after my nude wife. I could hear him slapping her ass and telling her crude things about it. Once in the room he ordered my wife onto the bed and me beside the bed. “Whiteboy tell your wife to get on her back and spread her legs. Tell her it’s time she got fucked by a real man.”
I sighed loudly and said flatly “honey get on your back and spread your legs. It’s time you fuck a real man.” My wife quietly complied and spread her legs for him. He looked at her nude body and stroked his cock to full size. It was huge. Almost a foot long and as thick as my wrist. But for the children that came out of her a couple years before, I’d have thought it would never fit inside her.
“Look how wet she is whiteboy. I think wifey is excited to take my black meat.” He reached down and rubbed her wet slit with his dark fingers. She was dripping wet there was no denying that. He held his fingers up my face and told me to hold still, then rubbed it around my nose. “There, one last reminder of what wifeys pussy is like. Now grab my dick boy and stick it in your wife.”
I groaned but complied, it was hard and hot and heavy in my hand. And I knew he was smiling at me while I did so. All I could see was the look of shame on my wife’s face while I put another man inside her. God help me I lined up his huge head with my wife’s pussy. He pushed me aside, “sit back and watch whiteboy. Watch me take your wife as reparations. After this she’s gon be a queen of spades. Nothing but dark meat for this slut. Ain’t that that right wifey?”
“Yes black Daddy” my wife agreed sullenly. I could tell she didn’t want to enjoy it but she was excited. I was watching his huge cock slide across the outside of her slit. He moved his cock up and down. Each movement spread her pussy lips apart. He pressed forward and she moaned. "Oohhh!" His cock head went in. It was already already shiny with her juices. He took it out and pushed it in again. She was in heaven. Every nerve in her pussy now lit up. He pushed his cock deeper this time. Her right hand suddenly held his left arm. "Slowly!" she whispered. "You're so big!" The breathy aroused way she said it was a dagger into my heart.
He smiled knowingly. He pulled out and I could see her pussy refused to let it go. He pushed it in again slowly and deeper this time. Her head fell back and her mouth gaped open, she looked dazed. Clearly she was enjoying how his cock slowly stretched her love tunnel. More and more inches disappeared into her pussy. Halfway, she came wildly. Body convulsing around his cock. While she thrashed he gave me a knowing grin then turned to her and started kissing her lips. After resisting for a few seconds, she eventually started kissing back. There on our marital bed, she was kissing him having just cum on his cock.
At some point during the kiss he went all the way inside her. He was now fucking her with long hard piston like strokes. She wasn’t resisting at all any more. Her legs had wrapped around his thin hips and her hands grasped his arms. The kisses went on and on while I watched mesmerized as his huge pole took my wife. “Oh fuck I’m coming!” she yelled her legs flailing as her body shook. Black Daddy stopped fucking immediately. My wife wailed in despair, “no please don’t stop!” She’d asked him to keep fucking her. I wanted to cry. I was both devastated and incredibly turned on watching the scene in front of me.
Black Daddy said to my wife, “I keep going I’m gonna cum in you. Put my black baby in you. Whatchu want white girl? You wanna cum on my black meat and carry my baby? Or you wanna stop now?” He slowly and carefully kept pumping into her. Not enough to push her over the edge, but enough to keep her there. My wife just froze with indecision, unable to choose. “Be a good white girl. Tell me you want my black baby. Tell your whiteboy too.”
My wife moaned hovering right on the edge as he slowly pumped his massive cock and and out of her. He leaned down and started licking and sucking at her neck as he fucked her. I heard him whisper something but I didn’t hear what. My wife groaned loudly, “ oh god please let me cum. Do it. Cum in me. Give me your baby!”
“Tell hubby you want my baby, tell him how much you need my black meat.” He said pumping in and out of her. His body dominating hers and filling her over and over with dark hard dick.
“Fuck yes I need it. I want your baby, please let me cum. I need your big black dick.” She pulled his face to her and kissed him again as he sped up inside her. Almost immediately she started orgasming underneath him. Her pussy trembling around his pole as it slid in and out. With a load groan into her mouth, he started cumming into her pussy. I watched his huge balls draw up as he shot his seed into her. Over and over they constricted, emptying themselves into my white wife. Her unprotected eggs were his for the taking, she’d asked for it. Begged for his baby.
As the sex abated he stayed on top of her for a long time, he cock softening slightly inside her. They didn’t stop kissing though. The room was filled with the sounds of their mouths. The smell of their coupling. I knew she’d never be mine again in that moment, but didn’t want to admit it to myself. Then with a contented sigh, he rolled off her and lay next to her. He ran his hands over her body and her breasts and called me up onto the bed. He used his phone to unlock my cock cage, something I wasn’t able to do with my app. Stroke your cock and look at my cum leaking out of wifey here.
As the cage fell off me I wanted, no needed to cum. I immediately started stroking myself. Kneeling there between her legs on the bed, looking at what he’d done. Her pussy was an angry red, swollen, and leaking a huge stream of his cum. I couldn’t believe how much he’d put in there. Staring at the massive amount of cum leaking out of my wife, I rapidly stroked my hard cock. Black Daddy chuckled at me. “Im not calling you whiteboy anymore. We’re both calling you baby dick from now on. Ain’t that right baby?” He said kissing her again.
“Yes I’ll call him baby dick,” my wife agreed a little too easily. “I mean look at it.” I was horrified at her abuse of me but didn’t stop stroking. Burning with shame and need, I was already so close.
“Baby dick, thank me for breeding your wife for you.” Black Daddy waggled his cock at me while speaking. Soft he was still bigger than me hard.
“Thank you black Daddy for…” and I came. All over the sheets in front of me. A huge load for me pulsed out over and over.
“Shit baby dick, you made a mess. Better clean that up, don’t want that mess near my woman do we?” He pointed at the splatter I’d left. “Use your mouth. Clean it up. Black cum goes in your wife. White cum either goes in your mouth or the trash.” Like a good little cuck I licked up the mess I’d made. They both watched intently while I humiliated myself. When I was done I looked up, they were kissing again.
“I got one more job for you baby dick”. He handed me my cage which I put back on. “Some of my sperm has leaked out of my woman here. Since Black Lives Matter, you’re gonna help them find an egg. Use your nose and push my cum back inside her.” God help me but I did. Used my nose to move the semen leaking out of her back into her pussy. He made me sing a song while I did it.
“Black spermies need white eggs, swim swim swim. Black spermies love white eggs, swim swim swim.” Over and over like I was singing to a child. Maybe I was. I wasn’t sure at the time. But by the time he had me stop, his cum coated my face. He had my wife use her finger to scrape it into my mouth. I had to thank him for the snack. Afterwards he had my wife watch as I cleaned his cock with my tongue. He made her film it with his phone. When he got hard again they fucked again. Over and over and over. He came in her 6 times that first day. Each time I had to do my thing and push the seed back in and clean him up. I was in hell and the week had just begun. That night around midnight I fell sleep straining in my cage, listening to the bed springs creak as he fucked her.
Chapter 02
The second day started when I was woken up at 7 am by Black Daddy. I’m not sure how much sleep I got there on the floor beside the bed that night. Between being kept up late listening to the bed creak,my wife’s moaning, and the cold hard floor I felt like death. That didn’t matter to Black Daddy, according to the Reparations Act this was his week to get some payback. “Hey baby dick, get yo ass up. Wifeys sleepin’ and I got morning wood. I want you to suck me off.”
I sat up and looked at him from the floor, “huh what?”
Every time he hit me, I was always surprised at how fast he moved. This was no exception, he leaned over and slapped me across the face. I could tell he was trying to let my wife sleep when he quietly yet with menace said, “want another?” He was raising his hand to do it. I wasn’t trying to be disobedient, I was just still half asleep.
“No Sir,” I said trying to look sorry. He hit hard as fuck and my jaw felt almost dislocated.
He snapped his finger and pointed at his dick, “hop to it.” Like a good little white boy paying his reparations debt, I climbed onto the bed and took him in my mouth. I could smell my wife on his cock. It reeked like her pussy and old cum, a smell I recognized from mornings after my wife and I had made love. I could taste her too, especially when I rolled his foreskin back. The area around his head was drenched with her juices. I’ve always done fairly well with women myself so I knew how I liked having it done to me. I tried to copy that as best as I could. Sucking at the head and stroking my lips up and down, all while pumping the shaft in my hand.
“Mmm, baby dick you a natural dick sucker. The judge gonna love you.” He put his fingers in my hair and used my mouth, fucking my face and forcing himself into my throat. His huge cock felt like it was battering my tonsils out of the way. Over and over he forced me down, and pulled me up. The sensation was making my eyes water but he didn’t stop.
I started to wonder if he’d ever finish when suddenly he was shooting his cum in my mouth. He gripped my hair tightly and forced his way into my throat, spurting all the time. I gagged as my throat filled with his seed. There was always so much. “Don’t spill a drop whiteboy,” he said releasing my head. I carefully squeezed the last of his load into my mouth. When I looked up my wife was awake and watching me, I was surprised to see she was wearing panties.
“Show wifey what I gave you, before you eat a black man’s cum.” I opened my mouth and showed her, and she chuckled at the contents of my mouth.
“Breakfast of champions” she giggled. He ordered me to swallow which I did with a grimace. It was so thick and gooey. They both laughed at me and then shooed me off to make breakfast for them. I’m usually a bagel kind of guy but I knew he wouldn’t be content with that, so I made eggs and toast. By the time I was done I carried it upstairs to find them fucking again. There was no longer any pretence of resistance at all from my wife. 16 years of marriage gone in one night. I watched from the door with their breakfast as she rode him through three orgasms until finally he filled her again.
“Sorry to interrupt but breakfast is ready,” I said when she rolled off him. It seemed like she was trying to keep his seed inside her.
“Good timing baby dick,” chuckled Black Daddy. “We just worked up our appetites. Bring it here,” he motioned to the bed. I set it down before him and he continued, “there’s a pair of panties over there for you to wear.” They’re a little dirty probably but I’m tired of looking at your little white noodle.”
I went to retrieve them. These were the ones my wife had just been wearing. They were soaked in the cum that’d leaked out over night. They were soggy with it and had a huge slimy patch in the center. I slipped them on knowing how ridiculous I must look.
“There baby dick, ain’t you purty. Turn around and model for us. Give us a show”. Twirled around and showed off my butt for them. These dark blue full back panties always look so good on my wife. I doubt I filled them the same.
“You can wear those while wifey and I are gone all day. You’ll be staying here to clean the house, I expect these sheets changed too. Smells like someone been fuckin on em.”
“Where are you going?” I asked concerned for my wife.
“That’s none of your concern baby dick. But you’ll find out later when we get home. We’ll all have some fun then.” I could tell from his smile it wouldn’t be all of us.
An hour later the were dressed and heading out the door. “Where your keys baby dick? House slaves don’t need cars.” I handed them to him and he handed me something back. “Go stuff this up your boy pussy baby dick.” It was a butt plug. Not a huge one thankfully but I’d never had anything up there before.
I knew better than to protest. “Yes Black Daddy,” I said lowering my eyes.
“Ahhh that’s the stuff, subservient white men doing what they told. Mmmm, that turns me on. Come on slut, you can suck me off while we drive.” With that they left the house and I heard my tires squeal as they drove off.
I looked at the plug in my hand, fuck this is going to hurt. And I was right, it did. I didn’t know when they’d be back so I put it in right away. Butt plug in my ass, cage on and panties. Fuck I was a sissy. Hell there was no doubt, my breakfast had been cum.
Eight hours later the house was spotless, I was tired and my ass was sore. That’s when Black Daddy strolled into the house with my wife on a leash. I was stunned but said hello when he walked in the door and got smacked for that. I was to greet him on my knees and say “welcome home Black Daddy”.
My wife looked like she’d been in a couple losing fights. Her makeup was smeared. Her hair disheveled, even her clothes had changed. She was wearing a super slutty shirt black skirt. Thigh high leggings and tiny belly shirt that said black owned. She wasn’t talking or doing anything but looking at the ground. Oh fuck I thought.
“Come on let’s all sit on the couch,” said Black Daddy tugging on her leash. Here baby dick, take off those panties. Show me the plug!” I slid the now dry panties down. They’d crusted to my cage a bit. I showed him I was wearing the plug and he chuckled and smacked my ass.
“The judge gonna love you baby dick, that fat whiteboy ass. You gonna get as much black dick as wifey here. Won’t that be fun?” He looked at me expectantly.
“Yes Black Daddy,” I said looking down. I didn’t want to get hit again.
He smiled at me, “Good, let’s get that cage off you. I got a treat for your tiny white pecker.” He took out his phone and aimed at my cage and it slipped off with a beep. “Wifey been busy, we got something to show you.” He sat me down on the couch and screencast his phone to the TV.
They were at the airport and my wife was in her slut outfit. I recognized the arrivals section. She was carrying a big sign that said HELP ME PAY MY REPARATIONS, I ONLY FUCK BLACK MEN. Black Daddy was talking to her in the video laughing about the sign. It didn’t take long before men approached her. Next video was her in a hotel room with three new black men. Black Daddy took some cash from them and then my wife started sucking them off. The camera panned around to Black Daddy.
“Baby dick, wifey told me she’s never swallowed your cum, says she don’t do that.” He laughed in the camera, “by the time you see this, she’ll have eaten the nut of half the black men in town. Just never yours.”
Black Daddy sat next to me on the couch as we watched this, holding my wife’s leash. She kneeled by his feet. He patted my thigh, “go on baby dick, stroke your little pecker. You get off to wifey being blacked now cuck.” I can’t deny I was hard as hell. My five inches of cock stood as tall and hard as it got.
Black Daddy laughed at it and drew wifeys attention to it. “See? He likes it, just like I told you slut.” He pulled his cock out and shoved her mouth down on it while I jerked off to her being used by man after man. I tried to keep count of how many men used her. Around 15 I lost count, she was being fucked by multiple guys. In her mouth, up her ass. Over and over. The ones in her mouth all showed the camera, before and after swallowing.
The scene changed again only this time it was later. “Phone died white boy, you can watch the rest now that it’s charged.” The train of men using her continued, her pussy and ass gaped wide open. Some of the men were rough and slapped and bit her. She didn’t fight any more, I could tell she’d been crying. As another man came in her, I filled my hand. Black Daddy looked at me and made sure I ate it.
“Wifey, give baby dick here his treat.” She stood up and squatted down a bit, squeezing something from her vagina. As it plopped on the floor I could see it was condoms. It was five condoms full of cum tied off end to end. She handed them to Black Daddy and went back to sucking.
He handed them to me and grinned his chilliest smile. “We brought you dinner, as a thank you for all the money wifey made me. I made a little over 3500 dollars whoring her out. She swallowed 39 loads, took it in the ass 22 times, five men used her pussy and filled your dinner baggies.”
He stroked my wife’s hair as she fellated him. “I’m about to fill her mouth too. Just you think about all that black cum she’s ate today and she ain’t never ate yours. Now start slurping that shit down baby dick, you and wifey gonna swallow at the same time.”
I started opening and emptying them into my mouth, one after another. Some were thick and bitter. Some were thin and runny. All of them had huge loads. Black Daddy told me their names as it went into my mouth.
First was Darnell, then JaQwan, Tyrell, Jamal, and finally Kareem. By the time the last condom was in my mouth was full. I sat there mute almost choking on my mouthful. Five men who’d fucked my wife in my mouth. All while I was watching my wife suck black cock for the 30th or so time that day.
Until finally Black Daddy groaned and grabbed her head and filled her mouth. I was made to kneel down beside her and we posed with our mouths open while he took pictures. Then filmed us swallowing. God only knew what he’d do with these pics and vids he was taking.
I almost threw up trying to swallow that thick gooey mouthful. I knew I’d be beaten within an inch of my life if I did.
Instead I swallowed it, was re-caged and spent the rest of the night listening to them fuck over and over. I took some solace in the fact my wife didn’t seem to be enjoying it as much any more. At bed time he made me sing that stupid fucking song to her pussy again, “black spermies need white eggs, swim swim swim. Black spermies need white eggs, swim swim swim.”
I laid on the floor next to the bed crying quietly. My wife had been whored out, two of my meals had been cum, I’d been hit several times and my ass ached around the plug. The next day Black Daddy’s gay friend the judge was coming over and I didn’t think the ache would improve. I blocked out the sound of my wife getting fucked, and fell asleep silently praying she didn’t get pregnant.
I sat up and looked at him from the floor, “huh what?”
Every time he hit me, I was always surprised at how fast he moved. This was no exception, he leaned over and slapped me across the face. I could tell he was trying to let my wife sleep when he quietly yet with menace said, “want another?” He was raising his hand to do it. I wasn’t trying to be disobedient, I was just still half asleep.
“No Sir,” I said trying to look sorry. He hit hard as fuck and my jaw felt almost dislocated.
He snapped his finger and pointed at his dick, “hop to it.” Like a good little white boy paying his reparations debt, I climbed onto the bed and took him in my mouth. I could smell my wife on his cock. It reeked like her pussy and old cum, a smell I recognized from mornings after my wife and I had made love. I could taste her too, especially when I rolled his foreskin back. The area around his head was drenched with her juices. I’ve always done fairly well with women myself so I knew how I liked having it done to me. I tried to copy that as best as I could. Sucking at the head and stroking my lips up and down, all while pumping the shaft in my hand.
“Mmm, baby dick you a natural dick sucker. The judge gonna love you.” He put his fingers in my hair and used my mouth, fucking my face and forcing himself into my throat. His huge cock felt like it was battering my tonsils out of the way. Over and over he forced me down, and pulled me up. The sensation was making my eyes water but he didn’t stop.
I started to wonder if he’d ever finish when suddenly he was shooting his cum in my mouth. He gripped my hair tightly and forced his way into my throat, spurting all the time. I gagged as my throat filled with his seed. There was always so much. “Don’t spill a drop whiteboy,” he said releasing my head. I carefully squeezed the last of his load into my mouth. When I looked up my wife was awake and watching me, I was surprised to see she was wearing panties.
“Show wifey what I gave you, before you eat a black man’s cum.” I opened my mouth and showed her, and she chuckled at the contents of my mouth.
“Breakfast of champions” she giggled. He ordered me to swallow which I did with a grimace. It was so thick and gooey. They both laughed at me and then shooed me off to make breakfast for them. I’m usually a bagel kind of guy but I knew he wouldn’t be content with that, so I made eggs and toast. By the time I was done I carried it upstairs to find them fucking again. There was no longer any pretence of resistance at all from my wife. 16 years of marriage gone in one night. I watched from the door with their breakfast as she rode him through three orgasms until finally he filled her again.
“Sorry to interrupt but breakfast is ready,” I said when she rolled off him. It seemed like she was trying to keep his seed inside her.
“Good timing baby dick,” chuckled Black Daddy. “We just worked up our appetites. Bring it here,” he motioned to the bed. I set it down before him and he continued, “there’s a pair of panties over there for you to wear.” They’re a little dirty probably but I’m tired of looking at your little white noodle.”
I went to retrieve them. These were the ones my wife had just been wearing. They were soaked in the cum that’d leaked out over night. They were soggy with it and had a huge slimy patch in the center. I slipped them on knowing how ridiculous I must look.
“There baby dick, ain’t you purty. Turn around and model for us. Give us a show”. Twirled around and showed off my butt for them. These dark blue full back panties always look so good on my wife. I doubt I filled them the same.
“You can wear those while wifey and I are gone all day. You’ll be staying here to clean the house, I expect these sheets changed too. Smells like someone been fuckin on em.”
“Where are you going?” I asked concerned for my wife.
“That’s none of your concern baby dick. But you’ll find out later when we get home. We’ll all have some fun then.” I could tell from his smile it wouldn’t be all of us.
An hour later the were dressed and heading out the door. “Where your keys baby dick? House slaves don’t need cars.” I handed them to him and he handed me something back. “Go stuff this up your boy pussy baby dick.” It was a butt plug. Not a huge one thankfully but I’d never had anything up there before.
I knew better than to protest. “Yes Black Daddy,” I said lowering my eyes.
“Ahhh that’s the stuff, subservient white men doing what they told. Mmmm, that turns me on. Come on slut, you can suck me off while we drive.” With that they left the house and I heard my tires squeal as they drove off.
I looked at the plug in my hand, fuck this is going to hurt. And I was right, it did. I didn’t know when they’d be back so I put it in right away. Butt plug in my ass, cage on and panties. Fuck I was a sissy. Hell there was no doubt, my breakfast had been cum.
Eight hours later the house was spotless, I was tired and my ass was sore. That’s when Black Daddy strolled into the house with my wife on a leash. I was stunned but said hello when he walked in the door and got smacked for that. I was to greet him on my knees and say “welcome home Black Daddy”.
My wife looked like she’d been in a couple losing fights. Her makeup was smeared. Her hair disheveled, even her clothes had changed. She was wearing a super slutty shirt black skirt. Thigh high leggings and tiny belly shirt that said black owned. She wasn’t talking or doing anything but looking at the ground. Oh fuck I thought.
“Come on let’s all sit on the couch,” said Black Daddy tugging on her leash. Here baby dick, take off those panties. Show me the plug!” I slid the now dry panties down. They’d crusted to my cage a bit. I showed him I was wearing the plug and he chuckled and smacked my ass.
“The judge gonna love you baby dick, that fat whiteboy ass. You gonna get as much black dick as wifey here. Won’t that be fun?” He looked at me expectantly.
“Yes Black Daddy,” I said looking down. I didn’t want to get hit again.
He smiled at me, “Good, let’s get that cage off you. I got a treat for your tiny white pecker.” He took out his phone and aimed at my cage and it slipped off with a beep. “Wifey been busy, we got something to show you.” He sat me down on the couch and screencast his phone to the TV.
They were at the airport and my wife was in her slut outfit. I recognized the arrivals section. She was carrying a big sign that said HELP ME PAY MY REPARATIONS, I ONLY FUCK BLACK MEN. Black Daddy was talking to her in the video laughing about the sign. It didn’t take long before men approached her. Next video was her in a hotel room with three new black men. Black Daddy took some cash from them and then my wife started sucking them off. The camera panned around to Black Daddy.
“Baby dick, wifey told me she’s never swallowed your cum, says she don’t do that.” He laughed in the camera, “by the time you see this, she’ll have eaten the nut of half the black men in town. Just never yours.”
Black Daddy sat next to me on the couch as we watched this, holding my wife’s leash. She kneeled by his feet. He patted my thigh, “go on baby dick, stroke your little pecker. You get off to wifey being blacked now cuck.” I can’t deny I was hard as hell. My five inches of cock stood as tall and hard as it got.
Black Daddy laughed at it and drew wifeys attention to it. “See? He likes it, just like I told you slut.” He pulled his cock out and shoved her mouth down on it while I jerked off to her being used by man after man. I tried to keep count of how many men used her. Around 15 I lost count, she was being fucked by multiple guys. In her mouth, up her ass. Over and over. The ones in her mouth all showed the camera, before and after swallowing.
The scene changed again only this time it was later. “Phone died white boy, you can watch the rest now that it’s charged.” The train of men using her continued, her pussy and ass gaped wide open. Some of the men were rough and slapped and bit her. She didn’t fight any more, I could tell she’d been crying. As another man came in her, I filled my hand. Black Daddy looked at me and made sure I ate it.
“Wifey, give baby dick here his treat.” She stood up and squatted down a bit, squeezing something from her vagina. As it plopped on the floor I could see it was condoms. It was five condoms full of cum tied off end to end. She handed them to Black Daddy and went back to sucking.
He handed them to me and grinned his chilliest smile. “We brought you dinner, as a thank you for all the money wifey made me. I made a little over 3500 dollars whoring her out. She swallowed 39 loads, took it in the ass 22 times, five men used her pussy and filled your dinner baggies.”
He stroked my wife’s hair as she fellated him. “I’m about to fill her mouth too. Just you think about all that black cum she’s ate today and she ain’t never ate yours. Now start slurping that shit down baby dick, you and wifey gonna swallow at the same time.”
I started opening and emptying them into my mouth, one after another. Some were thick and bitter. Some were thin and runny. All of them had huge loads. Black Daddy told me their names as it went into my mouth.
First was Darnell, then JaQwan, Tyrell, Jamal, and finally Kareem. By the time the last condom was in my mouth was full. I sat there mute almost choking on my mouthful. Five men who’d fucked my wife in my mouth. All while I was watching my wife suck black cock for the 30th or so time that day.
Until finally Black Daddy groaned and grabbed her head and filled her mouth. I was made to kneel down beside her and we posed with our mouths open while he took pictures. Then filmed us swallowing. God only knew what he’d do with these pics and vids he was taking.
I almost threw up trying to swallow that thick gooey mouthful. I knew I’d be beaten within an inch of my life if I did.
Instead I swallowed it, was re-caged and spent the rest of the night listening to them fuck over and over. I took some solace in the fact my wife didn’t seem to be enjoying it as much any more. At bed time he made me sing that stupid fucking song to her pussy again, “black spermies need white eggs, swim swim swim. Black spermies need white eggs, swim swim swim.”
I laid on the floor next to the bed crying quietly. My wife had been whored out, two of my meals had been cum, I’d been hit several times and my ass ached around the plug. The next day Black Daddy’s gay friend the judge was coming over and I didn’t think the ache would improve. I blocked out the sound of my wife getting fucked, and fell asleep silently praying she didn’t get pregnant.
Chapter 03
The third day begin much like the previous one. I was woken at 7 am and ordered onto the bed to suck off Black Daddy. He hadn’t washed since he arrived and his cock now reeked of pussy and old cum. It was overpowering and gross but when I hesitated he hit me until I obeyed.
I slid my mouth over his cockhead, “mmm that’s a good white boy. Just like the slavers would use black queens for pleasure and beat ‘em if they sassed. Now you getting yo ass beat when you disobey. Now the white boys is suckin’ instead.”
He grabbed my hair so hard it hurt and used the grip to fuck my face. Pulling my hair as he guided my mouth up and down on his huge dick. One of his long arms reached back and pulled at the plug still in my ass. I moaned around the cock in my mouth.
Black Daddy grinned down at me, “you like that in your white boy pussy don’t you? The judge gonna love you cum with his big ole cock up in you.”
I took my mouth off his cock, I knew he wanted to hear “yes I like it.” It hurt like hell truth be told, but he liked me subservient.
Black Daddy kept pumping my mouth. After my experience yesterday the process was faster this time around. With a loud groan he pushed me to his root and unloaded in my throat again.
“Mmm, baby dick…. The judge gonna be here in a couple hours, keep sucking like that and I might make some money off you too.” I looked up around his cock in horror at the thought of being prostituted. After being sent off to make breakfast, I returned to the room to find him inside my wife. He had her on all fours on the bed, her hair gathered in his fist. He was pulling her back onto him with it.
The cock I’d just drained was hard again, and it was slamming in my wife’s asshole. She wasn’t enjoying it clearly, she was sobbing as he fucked her. She looked over at me with tears running down her face, clearly wishing I’d do something. God help me I wanted to jerk off right there. Seeing her used and abused had me incredibly horny, the powerful black man forcing her to take what he gave her.
Our tormentor must’ve known, because without missing stroke he grabbed his phone and my cage fell off this a beep. Freed my cock quickly grew hard. I stood there with a tray of food for them and a hard cock watching my wife get ass *****.
“Tell wifey how much you like watching her with me up her asshole, baby dick.” Black Daddy was fucking her, but staring at me.
“I like it Black Daddy,” I said staring at her face. I couldn’t understand why I was so aroused. She was in pain and being used violently and despite loving her, I just wanted to stroke my cock and spray my load.
“Beg yo Daddy to hurt her,” he said slamming all the way inside her in one huge thrust. My wife sobbed loudly, and tightly screwed her eyes closed. Fat tears poured down her face.
“Please, Sir…. Please fuck her hard. I like it when she cries. Oh I hate that I do but I do.” Just watching I was close to losing my load. Black Daddy set his face and started hammer into away at her ass. Ass recoiling as his hips smashed into her over and over.
“Baby dick, you put that shit down and stroke that pecker,” he pulled hard at her hair making her wince and sob. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I put it down and stroked myself while my wife cried at her anal assault. “That’s it, show wifey how much you like watching her take black dick.”
“Stand right in front of her, I want you to watch your slut wifey take me.” She must’ve been sore from yesterday, asshole torn apart by the many men who’d paid to cum in her ass. Pain rolled across her face and she cried. When Black Daddy buried himself in her ass and groaned, my eyes were locked on my wife’s face. The degradation on her face drove me over the edge and I pulsed out my load.
My wife looked at me with loathing. I licked my fingers clean and apologized in horror at what I’d just done. I reached down to kiss her and Black Daddy still in her ass, punched me and knocked me out cold.
I’m not sure how long I was out. The Judge kicking me is what woke me up. “Hello pretty boy,” he smiled down at me when I opened my eyes. He was about 60, tall and fit. He was starting to get a little soft in the middle, but only just. He was also massively broad across the shoulders with skin black as night. He held out a gigantic hand to me that felt like leather and pulled me to my feet.
Standing in front of him, he grabbed the back of my head in a huge hand and pulled me to his mouth. He forced his tongue into my mouth and kissed me. I struggled a bit at first but dazed by the unconsciousness I didn’t have much fight in me. His other hands went down my back and pawed at my ass, squeezing my cheek, toying with the plug there. I moaned into his mouth. Eventually he stopped kissing me and just looked at me.
“Boy I’m gonna fuck you so good.” I think he meant that as encouraging but I wasn’t thrilled at the prospect. “Come on.”
I followed him down the stairs to the living room. My wife was on her knees nursing Black Daddy’s soft cock. I still didn’t have my cage on, so I stood alone nude in the center of the room while he sat next to Black Daddy on the couch.
“Well white folk, I’m James and I’m your case worker from the Bureau of Reparations. I’m also the local judge here in town when needed. I haven’t seen either of you in court before so you probably don’t know that.” He picked at his clothes as he talked, watching my wife work at the cock in her mouth.
“I’m here to make sure you’ve been following the rules and serving your reparations properly. Is it immoral of me to take advantage of my position to fuck some vulnerable white men? Probably. But I don’t care at all. I’ve watched the system screw the black man over and over, and this is my chance to return the favour.” He motioned me closer to him. He started stroking my soft penis as he talked.
“Nothing makes me cum harder than spoiling straight white boys and filling their assholes with cum.” Thankfully I’d just cum so I didn’t have to bear the humiliation of hardening due to his ministration. He touched my wife’s shoulder gently, “your wife here been paying her reparations. It’s time you pay yours.”
He began undressing and eventually revealed a massive cock, and began stroking it hard. I thought maybe it was true about black men. It was thick with a slightly smaller head than Black Daddy’s, but longer still. Almost a foot if I had to guess. Long and heavy looking. My asshole throbbed just looking at it.
The Judge spun me around and went to pull the plug from my ass. It wouldn’t come. It hurt like hell as he tugged at it. “Bear down like you’re trying to shit.”
He pulled again and it came out, with an audible pop. He tossed it aside. After being in for almost 12 hours it felt like such a relief having it gone. The Judge pulled some Vaseline from the pocket of his pants, spreading some on his hand. He stood and kissed me again and slid his fingers covered in Vaseline in my ass. Lubing me.
I knew what was coming and started stammering, “please don’t. I’m not gay, I’ll suck your cock all you want. Ask Black Daddy, he says I’m good at it!”
The Judge turned and smiled at Black Daddy. “You been training him for me? That’s sweet.” He had me lay down on my back on the floor and draw my legs up high.
Black Daddy lifted my wife up and had her watch what happened next from beside him on the couch. She looked vindicated after the way I came watching her ass fucked.
The Judge lubed his cock up and laid it across my soft cock and balls. It was huge, it stretched to my belly button. Oh my god I thought I’m so dead. He saw my fear, “relax white boy sniff this.” He popped the cap off a little plastic bottle he pulled from his clothes, and held it to my nose.
Breathing in, all I could think was “whoa.” I was almost instantly dazed by whatever it was. He let me reel from the drug and stroked himself while looking at me. Almost unnoticed he slid his massive cock inside me. He was pumping in and out of me a while before I realized I was getting fucked. He chuckled as he saw me notice. Not only that, it felt good and I knew I was in trouble. I looked over at my wife, she was watching me take his massive cock in my ass.
“You like that baby?” She asked me in a curious voice.
That earned her a smack on the head, “told you bitch, he’s baby dick.”
“Oh, oh, oh” was all I said in response to her. I was so hard it was sticking straight up towards the Judge.
The Judge turned to her, “yeah baby he likes it. Lookit his lil white boy pecker strain. Them poppers do a number on you don’t they?” He reached down and stroked my cock a bit.
The sensation was intense, “oh fuck” I groaned low and slow.
“Go on whiteboy. Show your pretty wifey how much you like gettin fucked by me. Tell her how much you like it.” He put his hands on the backs of my thighs and went deeper.
I couldn’t help it, “oh, oh…. Oh fuck yes. So good.”
“Should I stop whiteboy? Or do you want me to fuck you more?” He was watching me intently while using me.
“Don’t stop please! I need to cum, please fuck me”. I was so close. I knew my wife was watching my beg to get fucked more but I didn’t care, the need was too much.
The Judge sped up inside me and took my achingly hard cock in his hand, it looked tiny there. The sensation was too much and almost instantly I started orgasming, “hnnnnh” I said. My cum jetting out onto his huge black hand as he milked me.
“Mmmm, thats a good pretty boy. Spilling his seed with a black cock in him.” He milked every drop from me till I was soft, then held his hand to my mouth to clean. As my tongue tasted myself on his fingers I felt him start to throb inside me.
He growled and I felt a warmth spreading inside my ass. The Judge having just cum leaned down and started to make out with me, his cock softening inside my asshole. I was dazed and horny and this time I kissed back.
Shortly after that, Black Daddy left with my wife again. He had her on a leash again and dreaded what she had in store. The eyes that looked at me right before they left looked dead. I was dazed on another popper and moaning while I got fucked doggystyle, I couldn’t concentrate or acknowledge their leaving. My entire word the pleasure filling my rectum.
I don’t know how many times he fucked me, or how much I sucked him. Whatever he was dosing me with left me euphoric and disoriented and horny. At one point he took me to lunch and made out with me in public. People were watching and I couldn’t stop myself. I just needed more, my cock wouldn’t stop dripping.
6 hours later I was done. The Judge rewarded me by sucking my cock and giving me the best orgasm of my life. I came screaming and he kissed the small load back to me. I’ve never felt more confused in my life.
Just then my wife and Black Daddy returned, I was pinned by the Judge on top of me so I couldn’t get to the door to kneel. “Welcome home Black Daddy!” I called. My voice a croak from having a cock in throat all day.
My wife was unconscious and half dressed, being carried. Her face was bruised and even across the room I could see dried cum on her. The Judge finally sated and knowing Black Daddy wanted to use me, dressed and kissed me goodbye.
Like the day before Black Daddy had a series of videos for me to watch. I’d cum so much already, I didn’t think I could anymore but I did. Watching an endless train of men pay to degrade and use my wife turned me on. Some were rough, some gentle. Some made love to her, some held her down and ***** her while she cried. One man punched her in the face till she was out and came on her unconscious face.
Over and over and over she swallowed cum, took it up the ass, came as they fucked her pussy wearing condoms. Always they dumped the condoms in her mouth. A couple spat on her and called her terrible things. One man held her ankles and fucked her ass and made her beg for more. Another made her lick his ass hole while she stroked him. One just choked her unconscious over and over while he called her a “useless racist cunt”. He held her jaw opened and dumped his cum and spit in her mouth. Through it all Black Daddy narrated while filming taunting both her and I.
The last video was in a tattoo parlour. She was unconscious again and a man was fucking her pussy while another tattooed a spade on the side of her neck. As I ate my load for the third and last time since the video started I asked, “how much? How much did she make?”
Black Daddy pulled a huge wad of cash out of his pocket. “Five thousand dollars. 75 men had her today. 75 black men used her and came inside your wife. I’m the only one seeding her pussy though.” That explained the condoms. He wanted to be the one to breed her. I almost blacked out at the thought of him in our lives for a year. We’d be stuck with him forever if that happened. He’d do it over and over out of maliciousness.
I carried my wife upstairs to the bed and held her legs while he fucked her limp body on our bed. I didn’t have my cage on so I couldn’t hide my erection. I know he saw. I was aroused and broken.
When he was done with her I sang my song to his sperm and he pushed us both onto the floor to sleep. I cradled her nude unconscious body there on the floor, praying she was ok as I drifted off. The new queen of spades tattoo was the last thing I saw.
I slid my mouth over his cockhead, “mmm that’s a good white boy. Just like the slavers would use black queens for pleasure and beat ‘em if they sassed. Now you getting yo ass beat when you disobey. Now the white boys is suckin’ instead.”
He grabbed my hair so hard it hurt and used the grip to fuck my face. Pulling my hair as he guided my mouth up and down on his huge dick. One of his long arms reached back and pulled at the plug still in my ass. I moaned around the cock in my mouth.
Black Daddy grinned down at me, “you like that in your white boy pussy don’t you? The judge gonna love you cum with his big ole cock up in you.”
I took my mouth off his cock, I knew he wanted to hear “yes I like it.” It hurt like hell truth be told, but he liked me subservient.
Black Daddy kept pumping my mouth. After my experience yesterday the process was faster this time around. With a loud groan he pushed me to his root and unloaded in my throat again.
“Mmm, baby dick…. The judge gonna be here in a couple hours, keep sucking like that and I might make some money off you too.” I looked up around his cock in horror at the thought of being prostituted. After being sent off to make breakfast, I returned to the room to find him inside my wife. He had her on all fours on the bed, her hair gathered in his fist. He was pulling her back onto him with it.
The cock I’d just drained was hard again, and it was slamming in my wife’s asshole. She wasn’t enjoying it clearly, she was sobbing as he fucked her. She looked over at me with tears running down her face, clearly wishing I’d do something. God help me I wanted to jerk off right there. Seeing her used and abused had me incredibly horny, the powerful black man forcing her to take what he gave her.
Our tormentor must’ve known, because without missing stroke he grabbed his phone and my cage fell off this a beep. Freed my cock quickly grew hard. I stood there with a tray of food for them and a hard cock watching my wife get ass *****.
“Tell wifey how much you like watching her with me up her asshole, baby dick.” Black Daddy was fucking her, but staring at me.
“I like it Black Daddy,” I said staring at her face. I couldn’t understand why I was so aroused. She was in pain and being used violently and despite loving her, I just wanted to stroke my cock and spray my load.
“Beg yo Daddy to hurt her,” he said slamming all the way inside her in one huge thrust. My wife sobbed loudly, and tightly screwed her eyes closed. Fat tears poured down her face.
“Please, Sir…. Please fuck her hard. I like it when she cries. Oh I hate that I do but I do.” Just watching I was close to losing my load. Black Daddy set his face and started hammer into away at her ass. Ass recoiling as his hips smashed into her over and over.
“Baby dick, you put that shit down and stroke that pecker,” he pulled hard at her hair making her wince and sob. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I put it down and stroked myself while my wife cried at her anal assault. “That’s it, show wifey how much you like watching her take black dick.”
“Stand right in front of her, I want you to watch your slut wifey take me.” She must’ve been sore from yesterday, asshole torn apart by the many men who’d paid to cum in her ass. Pain rolled across her face and she cried. When Black Daddy buried himself in her ass and groaned, my eyes were locked on my wife’s face. The degradation on her face drove me over the edge and I pulsed out my load.
My wife looked at me with loathing. I licked my fingers clean and apologized in horror at what I’d just done. I reached down to kiss her and Black Daddy still in her ass, punched me and knocked me out cold.
I’m not sure how long I was out. The Judge kicking me is what woke me up. “Hello pretty boy,” he smiled down at me when I opened my eyes. He was about 60, tall and fit. He was starting to get a little soft in the middle, but only just. He was also massively broad across the shoulders with skin black as night. He held out a gigantic hand to me that felt like leather and pulled me to my feet.
Standing in front of him, he grabbed the back of my head in a huge hand and pulled me to his mouth. He forced his tongue into my mouth and kissed me. I struggled a bit at first but dazed by the unconsciousness I didn’t have much fight in me. His other hands went down my back and pawed at my ass, squeezing my cheek, toying with the plug there. I moaned into his mouth. Eventually he stopped kissing me and just looked at me.
“Boy I’m gonna fuck you so good.” I think he meant that as encouraging but I wasn’t thrilled at the prospect. “Come on.”
I followed him down the stairs to the living room. My wife was on her knees nursing Black Daddy’s soft cock. I still didn’t have my cage on, so I stood alone nude in the center of the room while he sat next to Black Daddy on the couch.
“Well white folk, I’m James and I’m your case worker from the Bureau of Reparations. I’m also the local judge here in town when needed. I haven’t seen either of you in court before so you probably don’t know that.” He picked at his clothes as he talked, watching my wife work at the cock in her mouth.
“I’m here to make sure you’ve been following the rules and serving your reparations properly. Is it immoral of me to take advantage of my position to fuck some vulnerable white men? Probably. But I don’t care at all. I’ve watched the system screw the black man over and over, and this is my chance to return the favour.” He motioned me closer to him. He started stroking my soft penis as he talked.
“Nothing makes me cum harder than spoiling straight white boys and filling their assholes with cum.” Thankfully I’d just cum so I didn’t have to bear the humiliation of hardening due to his ministration. He touched my wife’s shoulder gently, “your wife here been paying her reparations. It’s time you pay yours.”
He began undressing and eventually revealed a massive cock, and began stroking it hard. I thought maybe it was true about black men. It was thick with a slightly smaller head than Black Daddy’s, but longer still. Almost a foot if I had to guess. Long and heavy looking. My asshole throbbed just looking at it.
The Judge spun me around and went to pull the plug from my ass. It wouldn’t come. It hurt like hell as he tugged at it. “Bear down like you’re trying to shit.”
He pulled again and it came out, with an audible pop. He tossed it aside. After being in for almost 12 hours it felt like such a relief having it gone. The Judge pulled some Vaseline from the pocket of his pants, spreading some on his hand. He stood and kissed me again and slid his fingers covered in Vaseline in my ass. Lubing me.
I knew what was coming and started stammering, “please don’t. I’m not gay, I’ll suck your cock all you want. Ask Black Daddy, he says I’m good at it!”
The Judge turned and smiled at Black Daddy. “You been training him for me? That’s sweet.” He had me lay down on my back on the floor and draw my legs up high.
Black Daddy lifted my wife up and had her watch what happened next from beside him on the couch. She looked vindicated after the way I came watching her ass fucked.
The Judge lubed his cock up and laid it across my soft cock and balls. It was huge, it stretched to my belly button. Oh my god I thought I’m so dead. He saw my fear, “relax white boy sniff this.” He popped the cap off a little plastic bottle he pulled from his clothes, and held it to my nose.
Breathing in, all I could think was “whoa.” I was almost instantly dazed by whatever it was. He let me reel from the drug and stroked himself while looking at me. Almost unnoticed he slid his massive cock inside me. He was pumping in and out of me a while before I realized I was getting fucked. He chuckled as he saw me notice. Not only that, it felt good and I knew I was in trouble. I looked over at my wife, she was watching me take his massive cock in my ass.
“You like that baby?” She asked me in a curious voice.
That earned her a smack on the head, “told you bitch, he’s baby dick.”
“Oh, oh, oh” was all I said in response to her. I was so hard it was sticking straight up towards the Judge.
The Judge turned to her, “yeah baby he likes it. Lookit his lil white boy pecker strain. Them poppers do a number on you don’t they?” He reached down and stroked my cock a bit.
The sensation was intense, “oh fuck” I groaned low and slow.
“Go on whiteboy. Show your pretty wifey how much you like gettin fucked by me. Tell her how much you like it.” He put his hands on the backs of my thighs and went deeper.
I couldn’t help it, “oh, oh…. Oh fuck yes. So good.”
“Should I stop whiteboy? Or do you want me to fuck you more?” He was watching me intently while using me.
“Don’t stop please! I need to cum, please fuck me”. I was so close. I knew my wife was watching my beg to get fucked more but I didn’t care, the need was too much.
The Judge sped up inside me and took my achingly hard cock in his hand, it looked tiny there. The sensation was too much and almost instantly I started orgasming, “hnnnnh” I said. My cum jetting out onto his huge black hand as he milked me.
“Mmmm, thats a good pretty boy. Spilling his seed with a black cock in him.” He milked every drop from me till I was soft, then held his hand to my mouth to clean. As my tongue tasted myself on his fingers I felt him start to throb inside me.
He growled and I felt a warmth spreading inside my ass. The Judge having just cum leaned down and started to make out with me, his cock softening inside my asshole. I was dazed and horny and this time I kissed back.
Shortly after that, Black Daddy left with my wife again. He had her on a leash again and dreaded what she had in store. The eyes that looked at me right before they left looked dead. I was dazed on another popper and moaning while I got fucked doggystyle, I couldn’t concentrate or acknowledge their leaving. My entire word the pleasure filling my rectum.
I don’t know how many times he fucked me, or how much I sucked him. Whatever he was dosing me with left me euphoric and disoriented and horny. At one point he took me to lunch and made out with me in public. People were watching and I couldn’t stop myself. I just needed more, my cock wouldn’t stop dripping.
6 hours later I was done. The Judge rewarded me by sucking my cock and giving me the best orgasm of my life. I came screaming and he kissed the small load back to me. I’ve never felt more confused in my life.
Just then my wife and Black Daddy returned, I was pinned by the Judge on top of me so I couldn’t get to the door to kneel. “Welcome home Black Daddy!” I called. My voice a croak from having a cock in throat all day.
My wife was unconscious and half dressed, being carried. Her face was bruised and even across the room I could see dried cum on her. The Judge finally sated and knowing Black Daddy wanted to use me, dressed and kissed me goodbye.
Like the day before Black Daddy had a series of videos for me to watch. I’d cum so much already, I didn’t think I could anymore but I did. Watching an endless train of men pay to degrade and use my wife turned me on. Some were rough, some gentle. Some made love to her, some held her down and ***** her while she cried. One man punched her in the face till she was out and came on her unconscious face.
Over and over and over she swallowed cum, took it up the ass, came as they fucked her pussy wearing condoms. Always they dumped the condoms in her mouth. A couple spat on her and called her terrible things. One man held her ankles and fucked her ass and made her beg for more. Another made her lick his ass hole while she stroked him. One just choked her unconscious over and over while he called her a “useless racist cunt”. He held her jaw opened and dumped his cum and spit in her mouth. Through it all Black Daddy narrated while filming taunting both her and I.
The last video was in a tattoo parlour. She was unconscious again and a man was fucking her pussy while another tattooed a spade on the side of her neck. As I ate my load for the third and last time since the video started I asked, “how much? How much did she make?”
Black Daddy pulled a huge wad of cash out of his pocket. “Five thousand dollars. 75 men had her today. 75 black men used her and came inside your wife. I’m the only one seeding her pussy though.” That explained the condoms. He wanted to be the one to breed her. I almost blacked out at the thought of him in our lives for a year. We’d be stuck with him forever if that happened. He’d do it over and over out of maliciousness.
I carried my wife upstairs to the bed and held her legs while he fucked her limp body on our bed. I didn’t have my cage on so I couldn’t hide my erection. I know he saw. I was aroused and broken.
When he was done with her I sang my song to his sperm and he pushed us both onto the floor to sleep. I cradled her nude unconscious body there on the floor, praying she was ok as I drifted off. The new queen of spades tattoo was the last thing I saw.
Chapter 04
At some point in the night I woke up, aware of my wife pressed against me there on the floor. The room was still pitch black and I could hear snoring on the bed above us. I was wrapped around my wife with her nude bottom pressed against me. I realized I didn’t have my cage on either. I desperately wanted to reclaim her, fill her pussy with my cock and cum inside her. Maybe just maybe I’d be the one to knock her up and not vile Black Daddy. I wished I’d had the guts to do that.
Instead I found her asshole with my fingers in the dark. It was damp, I tried not to think how many men had filled it today. It wasn’t fair that all these men had been in her ass and I never had. She’s my wife! I lined my cock up and pushed gently into her from the side. It must be gaped wide because I slid in with no resistance. I was doing! I was fucking my wife up the butt! Just in case covered her mouth with the hand wrapped under her. If I was discovered I was dead.
Slowly, so slowly I started thrusting in and out. Fucking her poor abused asshole, using other men’s cum for lube. As I pumped her, I thought of the videos. Huge black men having their way with her, making her take their giant dicks. Leaving her dripping with seed, all because she was white and they weren’t. They took her like she was their right.
I became aware my wife was awake and knew what I was doing. She reach a hand back at me and tried to push me off. I held her tight and fought her, cock moving the entire time. I was going to fill her too. She was mine and I would have her! It struck me that I was ****** her, and the thought sent me over the edge. My white cock adding to the mess inside her asshole, reclaiming my wife even if only for a little while.
When I released her she turned over angrily and punched me in the jaw. “Asshole,” she hissed quietly. “Why not my pussy? You think I want his kids!”
I rubbed my jaw, “it seemed like it for a while,” I whispered. I was listening for Black Daddy to wake. This is the first time I’d had a chance to speak to her in days.
“I was acting, hoping he’d go easy on us.” She was whispering right in my ear.
“You fooled me, humiliated me, called me names.” I wasn’t convinced.
“Oh and you love sucking dick and taking it up the ass?” Her tone was sarcastic and bitter but she was right. I’d pulled the same act.
“You’re right, I did the same jerking off while he used you.” That was a lie. I don’t know why but it turned me on so much. It’s woken something in me, the old me would’ve been horrified.
She stiffened slightly, she knew. “Sure,” was all she said. Her hand started working my cock, wet with cum from her asshole. “You hated those men using me. Black men, taking your woman. ****** me.”
I’d never heard her talk like this before, I went hard in her hand. She noticed and went on, “they made me beg. Beg for their huge cocks and their cum. Your white wife begged huge black men to fuck her.”
There in the dark, she jerked me slowly whispering this to me. I was so aroused. “Some made me cum, with their huge cocks. Some hit me and made me cry. Some just held me down and forced themselves on me.” As she spoke she climbed on top of me and mounted my cock, body flat atop me.
“Do you like my pussy full of his cum? Can you feel it? He’s cums in me a half dozen times a day. And he’s so big. So deep.” She was aroused too I could tell. Her nipples were hard against my chest as she rode me.
She was turning herself on, that much was clear. “Would hate it or love it if he bred your white wife? The cock you suck making me pregnant. Cum in me husband, cum in your queen of spades.” I grabbed her shoulders convulsively as I started cumming inside her. The only sound an exhalation of breath as my cock did it’s dance. She came grinding down on me at the same time.
“I love you,” I whispered and we kissed for a while before falling back asleep. We’d got away with it.
That day was easier than the previous ones, knowing my wife still loved me and wanted me. Black Daddy still used us both over and over, humiliated us both though.
He was a big fan making us both cum to the others degradation. My wife watched as I came to the videos of her getting blacked. I watched my wife cum to videos of me taking the Judge’s cock. Maybe he hoped each other’s subjugation would break us. Except for last night, it might have.
Later in day Black Daddy led my wife out the door on her leash. I was caged and wearing panties again, ordered to clean the house. Thankfully no plug this time, but I was worried about my wife. Black Daddy seemed to be slowly escalating his abuse. I hoped she’d be ok.
Just after 10 he carried her in the door unconscious again, this time totally nude. I hustled to greet him on my knees and welcome him properly, “welcome home Black Daddy!”
He grinned down at me an evil smile. “Oh you’re gonna like this baby dick. You get to watch and squirt yo little pecker like always.” With no warning at all he dropped her on the floor.
I dove and managed to stop her head from smashing the floor, barely. The rest of her would feel it though.
Like the previous days he set me up on the couch with my cage off. But first he laid my unconscious wife across my lap, ordering me to play with her clit while he pumped her. It was erotic, the whiteness of her skin, the blackness of his. I could smell the sweat on his skin, watch his muscles ripple as he worked.
Fuck it was hot, especially when she came under my hand. I’d never seen her squirt before but she did, spraying the invading black cock in her. The couch was soaked beneath them but he kept going. He came all day long and still he was always hard and ready for more.
“You like watching wifey dontcha?” He was getting close inside her, I could tell.
“Yes Sir, I like seeing her get fucked.” It was true, my cock was hard beneath her. I’d been grinding it into her limp form.
He grunted and came inside her, and rolled off. He switched the videos on and started the show. It was a street downtown, I recognized it instantly. They were down by the homeless shelter, it was behind them in view. My wife was talking to a homeless man who was feeling her up, another was behind her hand under her short skirt. A jump.
My wife on her back in some hobos cardboard box. He was kissing her and fucking her and she was moaning loudly. A needle sticking out of her arm. Oh god what had he done! A line of mine waiting for their turn. They were using her pussy and feeding her their cum. One after another after another. Someone in the middle pissed on her. The rest didn’t care.
Another jump. She was in the back of a police car. A cop had her pinned down and was stuffing her ass. The camera zoomed to the cock in her ass. She was bleeding and leaking cum when we has done.
She was on her back in a taxi. The driver in a turban chewing on her nipples while he used her.
A room full of thin nude Somalians, gathered around her on a desk. She was face down and cum was running down her legs. There was a puddle beneath her. One was drilling her ass unconcerned.
Scene after scene after scene. A bar front sidewalk, ***** men, first was a huge black bouncer. A jump, in the dirt by a dumpster, one held her down, another fucked her tits. Another jump, another needle, held against a wall and used. A jump, chained to a hook above her head, a man just beating her. It went on and on and on.
Last was a man sliding a rope around her neck. He tightened it until she was out, choking her to the very edge of life. Then he’d fuck her till she woke. He repeated it until he came, it took way too many repetitions. The video ended. I was in horror, these things were just cruel and gross.
I looked at Black Daddy who just smiled at me. His mouth smiled, but his eyes weren’t. “Wish you were there for that last one. Never seen anything like that before. You could see the light fade in her eyes.” His smile was beyond cruel.
“Every one of those men today, 100 men shot their stuff in her. Every black homeless man in town has had a piece of your wife now. Shot her up with H and had a turn with her like a junkie whore. Every time you see a black man in this town, you know he’s fucked your woman.”
He was hard again and mounted my wife, slotting himself in her pussy. “Hold her legs baby dick. White pussy belongs to the black man now. Where do black men cum?”
“In my wife,” I closed my eyes. I couldn’t watch this any more.
“And white cum goes in whiteboy mouths. Open your eyes and watch bitch boy,” I watched, he groaned after a while and was done. Her pussy was red and leaking a puddle of cum. How did he make so much?
I needed to do something to save us, but I couldn’t go to the police! Any case would go before the Judge, and he’d find some way to turn it around. Hell I’d probably end up in jail, contempt or some damn thing. Taking black men in my ass for years while he’s out with my wife.
I thought about it all night. Laying beside the bed on the floor, listening to the boxspring move. When my wife was pushed down to me off the bed. In the blackness after the lights went out. How do I save my wife and I from this cruel cruel man? Something had to be done. Eventually I had a devious plan. Black Daddy had to go, and he wouldn’t go willingly.
Instead I found her asshole with my fingers in the dark. It was damp, I tried not to think how many men had filled it today. It wasn’t fair that all these men had been in her ass and I never had. She’s my wife! I lined my cock up and pushed gently into her from the side. It must be gaped wide because I slid in with no resistance. I was doing! I was fucking my wife up the butt! Just in case covered her mouth with the hand wrapped under her. If I was discovered I was dead.
Slowly, so slowly I started thrusting in and out. Fucking her poor abused asshole, using other men’s cum for lube. As I pumped her, I thought of the videos. Huge black men having their way with her, making her take their giant dicks. Leaving her dripping with seed, all because she was white and they weren’t. They took her like she was their right.
I became aware my wife was awake and knew what I was doing. She reach a hand back at me and tried to push me off. I held her tight and fought her, cock moving the entire time. I was going to fill her too. She was mine and I would have her! It struck me that I was ****** her, and the thought sent me over the edge. My white cock adding to the mess inside her asshole, reclaiming my wife even if only for a little while.
When I released her she turned over angrily and punched me in the jaw. “Asshole,” she hissed quietly. “Why not my pussy? You think I want his kids!”
I rubbed my jaw, “it seemed like it for a while,” I whispered. I was listening for Black Daddy to wake. This is the first time I’d had a chance to speak to her in days.
“I was acting, hoping he’d go easy on us.” She was whispering right in my ear.
“You fooled me, humiliated me, called me names.” I wasn’t convinced.
“Oh and you love sucking dick and taking it up the ass?” Her tone was sarcastic and bitter but she was right. I’d pulled the same act.
“You’re right, I did the same jerking off while he used you.” That was a lie. I don’t know why but it turned me on so much. It’s woken something in me, the old me would’ve been horrified.
She stiffened slightly, she knew. “Sure,” was all she said. Her hand started working my cock, wet with cum from her asshole. “You hated those men using me. Black men, taking your woman. ****** me.”
I’d never heard her talk like this before, I went hard in her hand. She noticed and went on, “they made me beg. Beg for their huge cocks and their cum. Your white wife begged huge black men to fuck her.”
There in the dark, she jerked me slowly whispering this to me. I was so aroused. “Some made me cum, with their huge cocks. Some hit me and made me cry. Some just held me down and forced themselves on me.” As she spoke she climbed on top of me and mounted my cock, body flat atop me.
“Do you like my pussy full of his cum? Can you feel it? He’s cums in me a half dozen times a day. And he’s so big. So deep.” She was aroused too I could tell. Her nipples were hard against my chest as she rode me.
She was turning herself on, that much was clear. “Would hate it or love it if he bred your white wife? The cock you suck making me pregnant. Cum in me husband, cum in your queen of spades.” I grabbed her shoulders convulsively as I started cumming inside her. The only sound an exhalation of breath as my cock did it’s dance. She came grinding down on me at the same time.
“I love you,” I whispered and we kissed for a while before falling back asleep. We’d got away with it.
That day was easier than the previous ones, knowing my wife still loved me and wanted me. Black Daddy still used us both over and over, humiliated us both though.
He was a big fan making us both cum to the others degradation. My wife watched as I came to the videos of her getting blacked. I watched my wife cum to videos of me taking the Judge’s cock. Maybe he hoped each other’s subjugation would break us. Except for last night, it might have.
Later in day Black Daddy led my wife out the door on her leash. I was caged and wearing panties again, ordered to clean the house. Thankfully no plug this time, but I was worried about my wife. Black Daddy seemed to be slowly escalating his abuse. I hoped she’d be ok.
Just after 10 he carried her in the door unconscious again, this time totally nude. I hustled to greet him on my knees and welcome him properly, “welcome home Black Daddy!”
He grinned down at me an evil smile. “Oh you’re gonna like this baby dick. You get to watch and squirt yo little pecker like always.” With no warning at all he dropped her on the floor.
I dove and managed to stop her head from smashing the floor, barely. The rest of her would feel it though.
Like the previous days he set me up on the couch with my cage off. But first he laid my unconscious wife across my lap, ordering me to play with her clit while he pumped her. It was erotic, the whiteness of her skin, the blackness of his. I could smell the sweat on his skin, watch his muscles ripple as he worked.
Fuck it was hot, especially when she came under my hand. I’d never seen her squirt before but she did, spraying the invading black cock in her. The couch was soaked beneath them but he kept going. He came all day long and still he was always hard and ready for more.
“You like watching wifey dontcha?” He was getting close inside her, I could tell.
“Yes Sir, I like seeing her get fucked.” It was true, my cock was hard beneath her. I’d been grinding it into her limp form.
He grunted and came inside her, and rolled off. He switched the videos on and started the show. It was a street downtown, I recognized it instantly. They were down by the homeless shelter, it was behind them in view. My wife was talking to a homeless man who was feeling her up, another was behind her hand under her short skirt. A jump.
My wife on her back in some hobos cardboard box. He was kissing her and fucking her and she was moaning loudly. A needle sticking out of her arm. Oh god what had he done! A line of mine waiting for their turn. They were using her pussy and feeding her their cum. One after another after another. Someone in the middle pissed on her. The rest didn’t care.
Another jump. She was in the back of a police car. A cop had her pinned down and was stuffing her ass. The camera zoomed to the cock in her ass. She was bleeding and leaking cum when we has done.
She was on her back in a taxi. The driver in a turban chewing on her nipples while he used her.
A room full of thin nude Somalians, gathered around her on a desk. She was face down and cum was running down her legs. There was a puddle beneath her. One was drilling her ass unconcerned.
Scene after scene after scene. A bar front sidewalk, ***** men, first was a huge black bouncer. A jump, in the dirt by a dumpster, one held her down, another fucked her tits. Another jump, another needle, held against a wall and used. A jump, chained to a hook above her head, a man just beating her. It went on and on and on.
Last was a man sliding a rope around her neck. He tightened it until she was out, choking her to the very edge of life. Then he’d fuck her till she woke. He repeated it until he came, it took way too many repetitions. The video ended. I was in horror, these things were just cruel and gross.
I looked at Black Daddy who just smiled at me. His mouth smiled, but his eyes weren’t. “Wish you were there for that last one. Never seen anything like that before. You could see the light fade in her eyes.” His smile was beyond cruel.
“Every one of those men today, 100 men shot their stuff in her. Every black homeless man in town has had a piece of your wife now. Shot her up with H and had a turn with her like a junkie whore. Every time you see a black man in this town, you know he’s fucked your woman.”
He was hard again and mounted my wife, slotting himself in her pussy. “Hold her legs baby dick. White pussy belongs to the black man now. Where do black men cum?”
“In my wife,” I closed my eyes. I couldn’t watch this any more.
“And white cum goes in whiteboy mouths. Open your eyes and watch bitch boy,” I watched, he groaned after a while and was done. Her pussy was red and leaking a puddle of cum. How did he make so much?
I needed to do something to save us, but I couldn’t go to the police! Any case would go before the Judge, and he’d find some way to turn it around. Hell I’d probably end up in jail, contempt or some damn thing. Taking black men in my ass for years while he’s out with my wife.
I thought about it all night. Laying beside the bed on the floor, listening to the boxspring move. When my wife was pushed down to me off the bed. In the blackness after the lights went out. How do I save my wife and I from this cruel cruel man? Something had to be done. Eventually I had a devious plan. Black Daddy had to go, and he wouldn’t go willingly.
Chapter 05
The next morning rather than being woken to suck him off, instead he grabbed my wife off the floor and threw her onto the bed. Black Daddy had a needle prepared for her, which my wife saw.
“Oh no, fuck no.” She screamed and went to climb off the bed.
“Grab the bitch, baby dick. Hold her down.”She fought like a banshee, screaming fury and venom the whole time. I may be smaller than Black Daddy, but I was big enough for this. Soon I had her pinned, and he pushed the needle into her. The moment the drugs went in, she relaxed and laid back. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, Black Daddy pulled off her panties and handed them to me.
“Here cuck, these should remind you who owns your bitch.” They did, he only ever put panties on her to soak the seed that leaked out over night. As usual they were soaked, a gusset gooey with a vile smelling mess. I slid them on, my balls sat right in the mess.
He’d started stroking her clit as the drugs took hold. It didn’t take long before she was writhing under his touch. Black Daddy looked up at me, made sure I was watching. Then proceeded to make out with her. The sound of wet sounds of her pussy and their mouths was crushing my soul.
He seemed really taken with me holding my wife’s legs up for him to use her. This time was no exception, the white husband offering his vulnerable wife’s pussy to him. He ate that sort of humiliation up.
“Gonna turn your wife into a junkie whore, baby dick. Even if I don’t breed her, she’s gonna be suckin and fuckin black dick all day every day.” He was talking to me while fucking her, using her to masturbate.
“I’ll make sure she so hooked, no white man’ll want her but the lowest of the low. Hell, the brothers only gonna do her cause she white. Just another piece of white trash, hangin around the hood takin black meat for dope.” He stopped long enough to free me from my cage.
“Stroke your dicklet, tell me about her gettin used while you do.” Oh god, I hated this part. I burned with shame the way it turned me on.
“Fuck ok, yes Black Daddy.” I held one leg and stroked myself with the other. My eyes locked on his cock inside her.
“It’s so hot when she fucks other men, cums with them. Oh but it’s better when they just take her, use her.” My wife noisily came here but I didn’t care, I was remembering the videos.
“The men who hold her down, hurt her. Stuff their giant black cocks in her, oh god…” I spurted all over her belly, my load so small, thin and watery compared to Black Daddy’s.
He just smiled at this and kept thrusting, “yeah white boy. Your woman made for this, I told you white pussy belongs to black men. Where do black men cum?” He looked at me expectantly.
“In my wife,” I answered.
“Lick that shit off her cuck, whiteboy cum belongs in y’all’s faggy little mouths. Beg me to cum in yo bitch.” He was getting closer I could tell.
I bent to lick up the mess I’d made, “please Sir, please. Shoot your cum in her. Put your baby inside her, make her yours. White women belong to black men, I don’t deserve her pussy. I can only get hard for black cock.”
Black Daddy smiled, “swallow that shit then open wide baby dick.” He pulled out and jacked himself off into my open mouth. As ever it was huge and filled my mouth to the brim, hot and salty. Spurt after spurt until he was spent.
“Hold it for a second, try not to swallow none.” He slid a finger on each hand into my wife’s gaping pussy, holding it open wide. “Spit my babies in yo wife.”
I leaned over and drooled his seed down into her. After a couple of days of getting creampied, her hole stank badly. I gagged at the smell a bit. Imagine if it was this moment that got her pregnant and it was my fault. Ugh.
“You a broken cuck, got a mouthful black nut and you’re fine. But you get a whiff of her slut box and you wanna puke.” Black Daddy laughed, “she do stink though. After this take her in the shower and wash her. Mind your hands whiteboy or I cut your nuts off.”
He started using his softish cock to push the cum down in her. Soon he was just pounding away like before. My wife just laid there mostly unconscious occasionally moaning. Then she came around his black pole, he loved lording that over me.
Here it was 8 am and he was about to cum in her for the second time. With one huge thrust he slammed all the way in, groaning loudly. “Oh I love white pussy,” he said pulling his wet cock out of her. He pushed her on the floor with a thump and laid down in her place hands behind his head. He looked smug.
“Get her ass up and clean her. And put your cage on first, I don’t trust your depraved ass.” Me depraved? That’s a laugh coming from him.
It was hard washing her and holding her up in the shower. Despite being quite thin, she was dead weight in my arms. Totally out of it. I used the shower head to spray her down and rubbed soap all over. I shot the water jet up her holes to rinse them out. Whatever drugs he was giving her did a number on her. She was totally out of it and moaning like a whore anytime anything went near her pussy.
Dragging her wet to the bed to dry, Black Daddy had been going though our closets. He had her wedding dress on the bed.
“Put that shit on her baby dick, I wanna fuck her in her wedding dress.” He was hard and ready, how did he keep doing this?
Later after seeding her yet again, he had a photographer come over. I don’t know where he got these ideas. We had a photo shoot, her in the wedding dress on her knees kissing his hard black cock. Me behind them nude in my cage. Fag written on my chest in her lipstick. Her dress lifted to show cum leaking down her thigh. Rather than paying he let the photographer have her for an hour, free to use her mouth and asshole.
We listened downstairs to the bed creak. Black Daddy laughing at every moan or smack we heard. Finished the photographer came down and thanked Black Daddy for a great time. I was made to thank the photographer for fucking her better than I could.
The worst part was taking the picture to be printed. Sitting there while it was being run through the giant printer. People walking by looked at it. Humiliating. Black Daddy just oh so chatty with everyone within range, telling everyone everything. He even offered my darling wife’s mouth to the manager just for fun. His smug look after was infuriating.
I went with them that evening to sell my wife. It was more drugs in her, more men. No more homeless thankfully, but another huge group of black men. I wondered how he set all this up every time. All he seemed to do was fuck, and sleep.
As bad as watching the videos were, being there was so much worse. Hearing the things they said about her, and me. The terrible sounds their bodies made together, flesh slamming together with the intention to hurt. The grunting as they came in her. My wife was starting to ask for more of the needle too. I could tell this was going to be bad. This week had aged her 10 years and the drugs weren’t helping.
During a quiet moment when just one man was inside her, I asked Black Daddy if we could visit my wife’s ****** at her cabin. Wifeys twin sister needed help fixing something at her secluded cabin outside of town, and had asked us to come up the week before. I could see Black Daddy didn’t want to be bothered. But an identical twin of my wife, that piqued his interest. Fucking one white whore was good, fucking two was even better. Better still was twins. Maybe even breed them both, that was irresistible.
I didn’t have to be inside his head to follow his thought process. It was part of my desperate plan, to save ourselves. I knew what kind of bait he’d respond to and baited my trap accordingly. He told me maybe but I was sure I had him.
A couple hours later and there was one man left to go. Black Daddy called him Horse, why I soon found out. He undressed and the biggest dick I’ve ever seen even in porno was hanging off of this dude. Even doped to the gills, my wife cried the whole time he was inside her. It was like he ramming an arm inside her. After she swallowed his nut, Horse slapped her hard across the face.
“Not bad whore, next time I hurt you more though.” He spat on her and left.
After him, there were no more men to empty themselves into her. I was glad to be leaving, that room had become horrifyingly gross. I felt sorry for the cleaning people who would come after. If this was the sort of room that ever got cleaned. She was basically lying in a pool of slime that had been sprayed in or on her. Black Daddy hadn’t tried to make me clean it. I would have let him kill me before I got my mouth anywhere near that.
If anyone was going to die from this, it wouldn’t be me. I was doing terrible things to my wife yes, but I was playing for time. Trying to save her, I prayed she understood that. I knew if I didn’t act we’d never be done with the man. He’d find some pretext to keep extending our reparations, over and over until he knocked her up or we were dead.
Later at home I was considering this all as he prepped another shot for my wife. He made her beg for his dick, promise to be black cock only. Before he injected her, he got her to tell me she didn’t love me anymore.
Once she was shot up again, he mounted her once more. I set what I thought was a humiliated expression on my face and held her legs and plotted Black Daddy’s demise. We just had to get to the cabin.
When Black Daddy fell asleep, I crept around the bed and carefully unplugged his phone from charger. This part was important. I hid my wife’s too. Couldn’t have records of where we’d been. Didn’t know if they could track where phones had gone, but let’s not take any chances. I was going to be suspect number one.
“Oh no, fuck no.” She screamed and went to climb off the bed.
“Grab the bitch, baby dick. Hold her down.”She fought like a banshee, screaming fury and venom the whole time. I may be smaller than Black Daddy, but I was big enough for this. Soon I had her pinned, and he pushed the needle into her. The moment the drugs went in, she relaxed and laid back. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, Black Daddy pulled off her panties and handed them to me.
“Here cuck, these should remind you who owns your bitch.” They did, he only ever put panties on her to soak the seed that leaked out over night. As usual they were soaked, a gusset gooey with a vile smelling mess. I slid them on, my balls sat right in the mess.
He’d started stroking her clit as the drugs took hold. It didn’t take long before she was writhing under his touch. Black Daddy looked up at me, made sure I was watching. Then proceeded to make out with her. The sound of wet sounds of her pussy and their mouths was crushing my soul.
He seemed really taken with me holding my wife’s legs up for him to use her. This time was no exception, the white husband offering his vulnerable wife’s pussy to him. He ate that sort of humiliation up.
“Gonna turn your wife into a junkie whore, baby dick. Even if I don’t breed her, she’s gonna be suckin and fuckin black dick all day every day.” He was talking to me while fucking her, using her to masturbate.
“I’ll make sure she so hooked, no white man’ll want her but the lowest of the low. Hell, the brothers only gonna do her cause she white. Just another piece of white trash, hangin around the hood takin black meat for dope.” He stopped long enough to free me from my cage.
“Stroke your dicklet, tell me about her gettin used while you do.” Oh god, I hated this part. I burned with shame the way it turned me on.
“Fuck ok, yes Black Daddy.” I held one leg and stroked myself with the other. My eyes locked on his cock inside her.
“It’s so hot when she fucks other men, cums with them. Oh but it’s better when they just take her, use her.” My wife noisily came here but I didn’t care, I was remembering the videos.
“The men who hold her down, hurt her. Stuff their giant black cocks in her, oh god…” I spurted all over her belly, my load so small, thin and watery compared to Black Daddy’s.
He just smiled at this and kept thrusting, “yeah white boy. Your woman made for this, I told you white pussy belongs to black men. Where do black men cum?” He looked at me expectantly.
“In my wife,” I answered.
“Lick that shit off her cuck, whiteboy cum belongs in y’all’s faggy little mouths. Beg me to cum in yo bitch.” He was getting closer I could tell.
I bent to lick up the mess I’d made, “please Sir, please. Shoot your cum in her. Put your baby inside her, make her yours. White women belong to black men, I don’t deserve her pussy. I can only get hard for black cock.”
Black Daddy smiled, “swallow that shit then open wide baby dick.” He pulled out and jacked himself off into my open mouth. As ever it was huge and filled my mouth to the brim, hot and salty. Spurt after spurt until he was spent.
“Hold it for a second, try not to swallow none.” He slid a finger on each hand into my wife’s gaping pussy, holding it open wide. “Spit my babies in yo wife.”
I leaned over and drooled his seed down into her. After a couple of days of getting creampied, her hole stank badly. I gagged at the smell a bit. Imagine if it was this moment that got her pregnant and it was my fault. Ugh.
“You a broken cuck, got a mouthful black nut and you’re fine. But you get a whiff of her slut box and you wanna puke.” Black Daddy laughed, “she do stink though. After this take her in the shower and wash her. Mind your hands whiteboy or I cut your nuts off.”
He started using his softish cock to push the cum down in her. Soon he was just pounding away like before. My wife just laid there mostly unconscious occasionally moaning. Then she came around his black pole, he loved lording that over me.
Here it was 8 am and he was about to cum in her for the second time. With one huge thrust he slammed all the way in, groaning loudly. “Oh I love white pussy,” he said pulling his wet cock out of her. He pushed her on the floor with a thump and laid down in her place hands behind his head. He looked smug.
“Get her ass up and clean her. And put your cage on first, I don’t trust your depraved ass.” Me depraved? That’s a laugh coming from him.
It was hard washing her and holding her up in the shower. Despite being quite thin, she was dead weight in my arms. Totally out of it. I used the shower head to spray her down and rubbed soap all over. I shot the water jet up her holes to rinse them out. Whatever drugs he was giving her did a number on her. She was totally out of it and moaning like a whore anytime anything went near her pussy.
Dragging her wet to the bed to dry, Black Daddy had been going though our closets. He had her wedding dress on the bed.
“Put that shit on her baby dick, I wanna fuck her in her wedding dress.” He was hard and ready, how did he keep doing this?
Later after seeding her yet again, he had a photographer come over. I don’t know where he got these ideas. We had a photo shoot, her in the wedding dress on her knees kissing his hard black cock. Me behind them nude in my cage. Fag written on my chest in her lipstick. Her dress lifted to show cum leaking down her thigh. Rather than paying he let the photographer have her for an hour, free to use her mouth and asshole.
We listened downstairs to the bed creak. Black Daddy laughing at every moan or smack we heard. Finished the photographer came down and thanked Black Daddy for a great time. I was made to thank the photographer for fucking her better than I could.
The worst part was taking the picture to be printed. Sitting there while it was being run through the giant printer. People walking by looked at it. Humiliating. Black Daddy just oh so chatty with everyone within range, telling everyone everything. He even offered my darling wife’s mouth to the manager just for fun. His smug look after was infuriating.
I went with them that evening to sell my wife. It was more drugs in her, more men. No more homeless thankfully, but another huge group of black men. I wondered how he set all this up every time. All he seemed to do was fuck, and sleep.
As bad as watching the videos were, being there was so much worse. Hearing the things they said about her, and me. The terrible sounds their bodies made together, flesh slamming together with the intention to hurt. The grunting as they came in her. My wife was starting to ask for more of the needle too. I could tell this was going to be bad. This week had aged her 10 years and the drugs weren’t helping.
During a quiet moment when just one man was inside her, I asked Black Daddy if we could visit my wife’s ****** at her cabin. Wifeys twin sister needed help fixing something at her secluded cabin outside of town, and had asked us to come up the week before. I could see Black Daddy didn’t want to be bothered. But an identical twin of my wife, that piqued his interest. Fucking one white whore was good, fucking two was even better. Better still was twins. Maybe even breed them both, that was irresistible.
I didn’t have to be inside his head to follow his thought process. It was part of my desperate plan, to save ourselves. I knew what kind of bait he’d respond to and baited my trap accordingly. He told me maybe but I was sure I had him.
A couple hours later and there was one man left to go. Black Daddy called him Horse, why I soon found out. He undressed and the biggest dick I’ve ever seen even in porno was hanging off of this dude. Even doped to the gills, my wife cried the whole time he was inside her. It was like he ramming an arm inside her. After she swallowed his nut, Horse slapped her hard across the face.
“Not bad whore, next time I hurt you more though.” He spat on her and left.
After him, there were no more men to empty themselves into her. I was glad to be leaving, that room had become horrifyingly gross. I felt sorry for the cleaning people who would come after. If this was the sort of room that ever got cleaned. She was basically lying in a pool of slime that had been sprayed in or on her. Black Daddy hadn’t tried to make me clean it. I would have let him kill me before I got my mouth anywhere near that.
If anyone was going to die from this, it wouldn’t be me. I was doing terrible things to my wife yes, but I was playing for time. Trying to save her, I prayed she understood that. I knew if I didn’t act we’d never be done with the man. He’d find some pretext to keep extending our reparations, over and over until he knocked her up or we were dead.
Later at home I was considering this all as he prepped another shot for my wife. He made her beg for his dick, promise to be black cock only. Before he injected her, he got her to tell me she didn’t love me anymore.
Once she was shot up again, he mounted her once more. I set what I thought was a humiliated expression on my face and held her legs and plotted Black Daddy’s demise. We just had to get to the cabin.
When Black Daddy fell asleep, I crept around the bed and carefully unplugged his phone from charger. This part was important. I hid my wife’s too. Couldn’t have records of where we’d been. Didn’t know if they could track where phones had gone, but let’s not take any chances. I was going to be suspect number one.
Chapter 06
I woke to the sound of the bed creaking and crying. I sat up and climbed onto the bed, took my position holding her legs. Black Daddy didn’t acknowledge me at all, he was watching her cry and beg for whatever drug it was he was dosing her with.
“I dunno, bitch…. last time you shot up, you tried to sell your wedding ring for more. Whiteboy about cried himself to death, the Judge would be heartbroken if that happened.” We both knew that wasn't what happened exactly but she didn’t.
“I what!?” She jolted and sat up, tried to push him off her. I barely managed to hang onto her legs.
Black Daddy leaned over me smacked her across the face. “Baby dick, hold this bitch down and tell her.”
I knew what he wanted me to say, “you were out of it you offered it to anyone who’d listen, the men inside you especially.” I felt terrible lying like this. I planned to kill Black Daddy today and I need to keep him *******. That meant convincing my wife she was drugged out junkie. She stopped fighting and just cried.
Black Daddy kept pumping her pussy, and took up the narrative. “Yeah wifey, couldn’t believe the way you came. Moaning like a whore with that shit inside you. I knew you were a slut but damn.”
Black Daddy shot her up and she started orgasming almost immediately. I don’t know what he was giving her but I suspect it more than just heroin. She lost all inhibitions immediately but nodded out fast.
Black Daddy filled her womb and climbed off her. “I’m gonna have a shower before we get on the road, go make my breakfast baby dick. Can’t wait to dick twins, I’m gonna have so much fun.” He looked excited, like a kid about to open presents.
“Yes Sir, I will.” I scurried out the door and waited for the shower to start. When it did I shook my wife awake, trying to tell her my plan. She just had to go along with it. The truth is my wife wasn’t a twin. She’s an only child and the cabin is ours. More hers, it’d been her parents’ and they gave it to us for the kids to enjoy. The kids. I hadn’t thought of them in days. I hoped they were ok. God, so much was riding on this plan.
I don’t know how much of the plan she got, doped as she was. I couldn’t stay longer, I needed to run off and prepare food. I checked his phone still wasn’t charging and ran off.
My wife took his cock two more times before we got on the road. She was starting to beg more and more for her drug injections. I could see how pimps controlled prostitutes this way. It’s all she could focus on, all she thought about. This habit was only a day or two old at this point, imagine how bad it could get!
The last time he was fucking her, he tried to make her watch herself lying limp and taking dick. He noticed his phone wasn’t working. Luckily he assumed it broken, not dead. “Fucking piece of shit phone,” throwing it across the room.
“When we get back baby dick I’m trading a day with wifey here for a new phone. She can pay for it with her holes.” Black Daddy blew his load in her and stood, “dress the bitch and let’s go. I want some of the sister too and soon.”
He insisted on driving, my wife beside him providing occasional oral assistance. I gave directions from the back. I feigned car sickness and slid down in the back. With my wife’s face near his cock, it looked like he was alone in the car.
I sat up briefly, “Sir, just keep going north and take the turn on highway 4 east. We’ll be there in about an hour.”
Black Daddy grinned in the rear view at me. “Betcha don’t like callin a nigger Sir.”
“Respectfully, that’s what crazy about the Reparations Act. Neither the wife or I are racist. But we still got assessed.”
He looked in the mirror again, “you ain’t racist?” He just chuckled. “We’ll see what you think when you raising my black babies.”
Before long we were closing in on the cabin. It was a very secluded area deep in the wood, not a lot of traffic or neighbours. As the city expanded a lot of the closer lakes had been intensely developed. Luckily not this one. There was a chance this could work. Not a big one mind you, but anything was better than a lifetime of sexual servitude to this man.
Everything depended on him, how suspicious he was. If we could get him with his guard down a little this would work, otherwise it was going to be a disaster and I would probably die. My wife was keeping him relaxed thankfully, her oral skills had always been mediocre at best. But perhaps the week so far had taught her a few things. She’s sucked more cock this week than some women do in lifetimes.
Slobbering and sucking sounds told me she was at work as we neared. Good, better he was in that post nut cheerful place. Hopefully this is the last time his dick is in my wife, I thought to myself. Almost there I kept thinking, almost there. My wife was listening to my directions and timing her oral accordingly. As I turned us onto the last stretch of road before the cabin, she started bobbing rapidly on him. Good girl, I thought with an internal devious smile.
Weird to be calling your wife a good girl for blowing another dude. Just then Black Daddy started coming in her mouth. Over his groaning I could hear her gulping. He always came so much. She had just finished cleaning his cock when we arrived.
I was suddenly incredibly nervous. What if he noticed the place was unoccupied, the absence of another car. Being dropped off here might not be convincing. I tried to casually hurry from car to unlock the door padlock before he noticed.
I made a big show of announcing our arrival to wifeys non existent twin. “Jane? Are you in there? Hello?” I hurried in the door and set some dishes on the table and threw our spare backpack on the little bed. I was no master spy but it’d do at a glance if he looked in.
My wife had bought time by begging him for a shot and making out with him. I called over and told them Jane must be at the dock, “want to come?” Black Daddy almost balked but my wife sold it by inventing a luxurious boat he just had to check out. Turning on full flirt mode, she hinted at a bit comfy bed below deck.
He chuckled, “want some more black snake do ya? Show me this bed, slut.”
She led the way down the path to the shore. The trees were thick and old through there and you couldn’t see more than 30 ft in any direction. Black Daddy stared at her ass hanging out the bottom of the slut skirt. No panties to hide anything. It was a marvellous sight, I trailed back with Black Daddy. My heart hammered, closer, closer, just a little more.
This was the part of the plan that terrified me. Here everything could go suddenly wrong. As I passed the spot where I knew the old well was I pushed. What could have happened is he landed on the old boards and nothing happened, or he missed slightly maybe. If either of those happened I’d be dead very shortly, his fists and boots would bash the life out of me.
What really happened though is he fell in the right place and the boards broke with a rapid crackle. One after another so fast you couldn’t hear them separately. He fell through, “ooooh” is what he said on the way down, just that. He was a little unlucky there was water at the bottom. Not a lot but enough to stop a sudden fall death. It was a deep well, probably 50 feet or so. For being so close to the lake the water table was quite deep there.
My wife came and stood by me, holding my hand. We looked at the well speechless, unable to believe it was over. We’d done the hard parts and there was one bit left.
“You motherfucker when I get out of here I will kill you and everyone you ever knew.” The words echoed a bit from the bottom of the well. I could hear him splashing angrily.
That was probably the wrong tactic to take in his position, threats. But then I’d already made up my mind what his fate would be days before. Nothing he said could change the next few minutes. I kissed my wife on the mouth tasting cum for the last time, and walked to the cabin. I came back with the gas can we used for the cabin mower.
He was still yelling and cursing us when I started pouring the contents down the well. His tune changed quickly when he realized what I was doing, you could hear the panic in his voice. “Listen white boy, I’m sorry ok. I’ll talk to the Bureau, confess. I’ll tell ‘em about the Judge too. How he helped and what he did to you. Please not like this.” He was begging and crying, not gonna lie I was excited for the next part.
My wife stripped off the slut clothes and I drizzled them with gas, they lit easily. Then they went into the hole too. The flat whump as the vapours caught was a surprise. So was how long the screaming lasted. Worse was the smell, I still can’t eat pork.
After the full week had elapsed, as promised the cage chimed and released. My wife had been detoxing for a couple days by then. The drugs went in the well too. Couple that with all the plan B she took just in case. Let’s just say that first fuck wasn’t our finest.
The police eventually came around and questioned us about Black Daddy. Who it turned out was named Milton of all things. Our story was he left after some sex a few days before and that was last we heard of him. No idea where he went and frankly we’d been glad he left. We were never charged with anything.
They never investigated the cabin at all. Maybe because it was still in her maiden name? We filled in the well with stone and dirt after dumping a fuck load of lye in. Whatever was left down there, it wouldn’t be much. Once filled the last thing I did was fuck my wife where he was buried. Right atop where he lay, 50 ft below. After I came in her I pissed on the spot for good measure. Fuck you Milton, I hope you know our littlest child was conceived atop the hole you died in.
We were preparing to move to another country when we heard the news the Reparations Act had been repealed. We didn’t have to leave any more. Thousands of terrible things had been done in the name of racial justice via the act. There was even more rioting in the streets when documents leaked detailing the accusations made by the assessed. The Judge was heavily implicated and served time afterwards. He didn’t live long in prison though, it wasn’t just white men he’d been fucking.
We did move to the coast after that, though. Rarely went back to the old town. I couldn’t stand wondering if every black guy I saw had had a piece of my wife. We put that terrible time behind us and moved on with our lives.
I’m only thinking about all of this now because just today I noticed all my wife’s dildos are black. I wonder what that means.
“I dunno, bitch…. last time you shot up, you tried to sell your wedding ring for more. Whiteboy about cried himself to death, the Judge would be heartbroken if that happened.” We both knew that wasn't what happened exactly but she didn’t.
“I what!?” She jolted and sat up, tried to push him off her. I barely managed to hang onto her legs.
Black Daddy leaned over me smacked her across the face. “Baby dick, hold this bitch down and tell her.”
I knew what he wanted me to say, “you were out of it you offered it to anyone who’d listen, the men inside you especially.” I felt terrible lying like this. I planned to kill Black Daddy today and I need to keep him *******. That meant convincing my wife she was drugged out junkie. She stopped fighting and just cried.
Black Daddy kept pumping her pussy, and took up the narrative. “Yeah wifey, couldn’t believe the way you came. Moaning like a whore with that shit inside you. I knew you were a slut but damn.”
Black Daddy shot her up and she started orgasming almost immediately. I don’t know what he was giving her but I suspect it more than just heroin. She lost all inhibitions immediately but nodded out fast.
Black Daddy filled her womb and climbed off her. “I’m gonna have a shower before we get on the road, go make my breakfast baby dick. Can’t wait to dick twins, I’m gonna have so much fun.” He looked excited, like a kid about to open presents.
“Yes Sir, I will.” I scurried out the door and waited for the shower to start. When it did I shook my wife awake, trying to tell her my plan. She just had to go along with it. The truth is my wife wasn’t a twin. She’s an only child and the cabin is ours. More hers, it’d been her parents’ and they gave it to us for the kids to enjoy. The kids. I hadn’t thought of them in days. I hoped they were ok. God, so much was riding on this plan.
I don’t know how much of the plan she got, doped as she was. I couldn’t stay longer, I needed to run off and prepare food. I checked his phone still wasn’t charging and ran off.
My wife took his cock two more times before we got on the road. She was starting to beg more and more for her drug injections. I could see how pimps controlled prostitutes this way. It’s all she could focus on, all she thought about. This habit was only a day or two old at this point, imagine how bad it could get!
The last time he was fucking her, he tried to make her watch herself lying limp and taking dick. He noticed his phone wasn’t working. Luckily he assumed it broken, not dead. “Fucking piece of shit phone,” throwing it across the room.
“When we get back baby dick I’m trading a day with wifey here for a new phone. She can pay for it with her holes.” Black Daddy blew his load in her and stood, “dress the bitch and let’s go. I want some of the sister too and soon.”
He insisted on driving, my wife beside him providing occasional oral assistance. I gave directions from the back. I feigned car sickness and slid down in the back. With my wife’s face near his cock, it looked like he was alone in the car.
I sat up briefly, “Sir, just keep going north and take the turn on highway 4 east. We’ll be there in about an hour.”
Black Daddy grinned in the rear view at me. “Betcha don’t like callin a nigger Sir.”
“Respectfully, that’s what crazy about the Reparations Act. Neither the wife or I are racist. But we still got assessed.”
He looked in the mirror again, “you ain’t racist?” He just chuckled. “We’ll see what you think when you raising my black babies.”
Before long we were closing in on the cabin. It was a very secluded area deep in the wood, not a lot of traffic or neighbours. As the city expanded a lot of the closer lakes had been intensely developed. Luckily not this one. There was a chance this could work. Not a big one mind you, but anything was better than a lifetime of sexual servitude to this man.
Everything depended on him, how suspicious he was. If we could get him with his guard down a little this would work, otherwise it was going to be a disaster and I would probably die. My wife was keeping him relaxed thankfully, her oral skills had always been mediocre at best. But perhaps the week so far had taught her a few things. She’s sucked more cock this week than some women do in lifetimes.
Slobbering and sucking sounds told me she was at work as we neared. Good, better he was in that post nut cheerful place. Hopefully this is the last time his dick is in my wife, I thought to myself. Almost there I kept thinking, almost there. My wife was listening to my directions and timing her oral accordingly. As I turned us onto the last stretch of road before the cabin, she started bobbing rapidly on him. Good girl, I thought with an internal devious smile.
Weird to be calling your wife a good girl for blowing another dude. Just then Black Daddy started coming in her mouth. Over his groaning I could hear her gulping. He always came so much. She had just finished cleaning his cock when we arrived.
I was suddenly incredibly nervous. What if he noticed the place was unoccupied, the absence of another car. Being dropped off here might not be convincing. I tried to casually hurry from car to unlock the door padlock before he noticed.
I made a big show of announcing our arrival to wifeys non existent twin. “Jane? Are you in there? Hello?” I hurried in the door and set some dishes on the table and threw our spare backpack on the little bed. I was no master spy but it’d do at a glance if he looked in.
My wife had bought time by begging him for a shot and making out with him. I called over and told them Jane must be at the dock, “want to come?” Black Daddy almost balked but my wife sold it by inventing a luxurious boat he just had to check out. Turning on full flirt mode, she hinted at a bit comfy bed below deck.
He chuckled, “want some more black snake do ya? Show me this bed, slut.”
She led the way down the path to the shore. The trees were thick and old through there and you couldn’t see more than 30 ft in any direction. Black Daddy stared at her ass hanging out the bottom of the slut skirt. No panties to hide anything. It was a marvellous sight, I trailed back with Black Daddy. My heart hammered, closer, closer, just a little more.
This was the part of the plan that terrified me. Here everything could go suddenly wrong. As I passed the spot where I knew the old well was I pushed. What could have happened is he landed on the old boards and nothing happened, or he missed slightly maybe. If either of those happened I’d be dead very shortly, his fists and boots would bash the life out of me.
What really happened though is he fell in the right place and the boards broke with a rapid crackle. One after another so fast you couldn’t hear them separately. He fell through, “ooooh” is what he said on the way down, just that. He was a little unlucky there was water at the bottom. Not a lot but enough to stop a sudden fall death. It was a deep well, probably 50 feet or so. For being so close to the lake the water table was quite deep there.
My wife came and stood by me, holding my hand. We looked at the well speechless, unable to believe it was over. We’d done the hard parts and there was one bit left.
“You motherfucker when I get out of here I will kill you and everyone you ever knew.” The words echoed a bit from the bottom of the well. I could hear him splashing angrily.
That was probably the wrong tactic to take in his position, threats. But then I’d already made up my mind what his fate would be days before. Nothing he said could change the next few minutes. I kissed my wife on the mouth tasting cum for the last time, and walked to the cabin. I came back with the gas can we used for the cabin mower.
He was still yelling and cursing us when I started pouring the contents down the well. His tune changed quickly when he realized what I was doing, you could hear the panic in his voice. “Listen white boy, I’m sorry ok. I’ll talk to the Bureau, confess. I’ll tell ‘em about the Judge too. How he helped and what he did to you. Please not like this.” He was begging and crying, not gonna lie I was excited for the next part.
My wife stripped off the slut clothes and I drizzled them with gas, they lit easily. Then they went into the hole too. The flat whump as the vapours caught was a surprise. So was how long the screaming lasted. Worse was the smell, I still can’t eat pork.
After the full week had elapsed, as promised the cage chimed and released. My wife had been detoxing for a couple days by then. The drugs went in the well too. Couple that with all the plan B she took just in case. Let’s just say that first fuck wasn’t our finest.
The police eventually came around and questioned us about Black Daddy. Who it turned out was named Milton of all things. Our story was he left after some sex a few days before and that was last we heard of him. No idea where he went and frankly we’d been glad he left. We were never charged with anything.
They never investigated the cabin at all. Maybe because it was still in her maiden name? We filled in the well with stone and dirt after dumping a fuck load of lye in. Whatever was left down there, it wouldn’t be much. Once filled the last thing I did was fuck my wife where he was buried. Right atop where he lay, 50 ft below. After I came in her I pissed on the spot for good measure. Fuck you Milton, I hope you know our littlest child was conceived atop the hole you died in.
We were preparing to move to another country when we heard the news the Reparations Act had been repealed. We didn’t have to leave any more. Thousands of terrible things had been done in the name of racial justice via the act. There was even more rioting in the streets when documents leaked detailing the accusations made by the assessed. The Judge was heavily implicated and served time afterwards. He didn’t live long in prison though, it wasn’t just white men he’d been fucking.
We did move to the coast after that, though. Rarely went back to the old town. I couldn’t stand wondering if every black guy I saw had had a piece of my wife. We put that terrible time behind us and moved on with our lives.
I’m only thinking about all of this now because just today I noticed all my wife’s dildos are black. I wonder what that means.
A Darker Ending
This is a darker alternate ending to the reparations act saga. In this story Black Daddy and the Judge colluded to extend the couple’s reparations.
It’s been 6 months since Black Daddy walked in my door and he’s still in my life. I don’t see him as much since he left a few months back with his wife. That was right before he sold me to the Judge. I live with the Judge now and I’m his live in boyfriend. Not that I have a choice or anything. I wish I could see my children but the Judge told me whites aren’t allowed to experience pleasure from reproduction. That I should be grateful to have made them alone.
He also says I’m lucky to have had them before the Bureau changed the rules. The new rules limit the amount of children whites can have to one. Any more than that is going to be punishable by mandatory abortion. When he’s ***** and using me he teases about special clinics opening for white adults down the road too. I’m terrified at the glee in his eyes when he talks about things like involuntary disposal.
Let me tell you about my days. I wake up on the floor next to the bed and service his morning wood orally, lay out his clothes, prepare his meals. When he leaves I clean his house, tend to his yard, and exercise in his home gym. In the evening he sodomizes and I rub his feet until he’s bored and I go to the floor.
As for me, he’s very critical of the way I look and and if I’m not making progress towards his physical ideal I’m punished. While periodically he might give me a little pleasure, he doesn’t have much use for my penis. So when I’m punished, he gives me a crème to masturbate with. I’m not sure what’s in it, but every time I do, my cock shrinks.
Once upon a time I was about 5.5 inches long. After a couple months of this treatment however it’s somewhere around three. It doesn’t even stick out of my fist now. It’s humiliating, but I have no choice but to obey. One more Bureau reported infraction and I’ll be forcibly castrated. They remove your sack and everything. Just a small scar where you used to be a man.
This is all coupled with a hormone regimen designed to soften my body and reduce body hair. The Judge doesn’t like women, but he also doesn’t want masculine competition in the house. Not that I’m much of that any more. Between the drugs he gives me, the endless booty building workouts, and two hours a day of hypno I’m required to watch I’m barely a man.
Still he’s not unbearably cruel to me. Black Daddy was far worse and only saw me as a white orifice to dump his semen in, or clean up after his sexcapades. The Judge cuddles me and talks sweetly to me when he’s inside my asshole. Sometimes when his tongue is in my mouth I almost feel aroused. Sometimes when he’s making out with me I think of the woman that used to be mine and this hell isn’t so bad.
I’m sure you want to know about Black Daddy’s wife. It’s painful to write about but I’ll try. So after he started dosing her he continued selling her almost every night. He took special joy in making me stroke myself to her abuse. After a while I got to the point I couldn’t get hard unless I was looking at a black cock in her. The Judge has continued that, only now it’s minus her. I only get hard for black cock now.
She became his wife officially after about a month and a half. I’m not sure how the test worked but the Bureau gynaecologist tests showed she’d been black bred. Armed with that test, the Judge legally married them. Now I’m her Cuckold Husband, I have an official document that says it and everything. The city clerk snickered when she printed it. After that Black Daddy’s violence and degradation towards us only ever seemed to escalate. He made thousands in the beginning whoring his wife out in a few hours. Between the addiction and the miles he put on her pussy, his profits started to fall off.
As you can imagine this didn’t sit well with him and for a while he tried selling me as well. I’m not femme enough for most of his customers tastes and the novelty of getting a poor blowjob from a whiteboy only lasts so long. In the end he just kept her working longer and longer. She was on so many different drugs to keep her awake and working and addicted that she was getting whored almost 20 hours a day. An endless parade of cock in her and fists hitting her.
You’d think knowing his baby was growing in her would nurture a little care in him. But it seemed to have the opposite effect, he just got meaner and crueler and more demanding. He seemed determined to kill the little partially white life in her, despite it being half him. Black Daddy eventually passed her off to a friend of his to oversee around this time. Maybe he had a new ****** to torment, who knows?
Maybe he was just bored watching her fuck other men 20 hours a day. He gave the friend part of the profits and free use of her holes in exchange for freedom to do other things. That was Jamal. She’s changed hands several since then. I’ve seen her a couple times, the Judge keeps track of her for me. When I’ve been super good I’m allowed to see her and pay for sex with her. I think the Judge does it because it breaks my spirit even more every time. She’s sunk so low.
The first time I saw her was at an adult bookstore on the north side. She was working a gloryhole booth with her pimp charging admission. I got a blowjob through a hole in the wall. She didn’t know it was me, the Judge supervised and wouldn’t allow me to speak to her. When I came she spat it back through the hole and told me she only swallows for blacks.
I fucked the Judge’s *** for that privilege, mostly he just beat me though. If you’ve ever been beaten and fucked by a man 50 yrs your senior it’s humiliating.
The second time was a month later when a man broke into the house and ***** me in revenge for “stealing his Daddy.” As if this was the path I chose! The Judge felt terrible after that and let me see her again. I even got to fuck her this time. She was unconscious the whole time, her pussy was already full of semen before I even began. I didn’t recognize her pimp this time around but it was the same old needle in her arm. I wanted to kiss her and tell her I loved her but cum was leaking from her mouth too. I passed.
The third time was just as bad, the Judge got a tax break from the government for keeping a white boy employed. He rewarded me for a $15,000 tax windfall by letting me see Black Daddy’s wife. This was the same pimp this time but now he was peddling her on the street. The Judge drove and insisted I use a condom this time. He knew she was carrying something but wouldn’t tell me what. She rode me in the backseat but acted like she didn’t know who I was. Even when I told her I was her husband. She told me her husband was black.
The last time was a week ago. It was a reward for getting a jack of spades tattoo on my butt. The Judge fucked me doggystyle since because he liked to look at it. I got to see her again because of that. She was in the homeless shelter now, some enterprising soul was charging the men who wanted to fuck her. She was locked in a small room in the back and chained to a cot. Her arm was more track marks than anything. Her hair had started to fall out too.
I didn’t want to have sex with her and The Judge made me, told me a whiteboy should have memories to pull his pecker to. When I couldn’t get my 3 inch penis erect the Judge pulled his cock out and rubbed it on her face. That did it, and I quickly filled a ridiculously overlarge condom with my tiny load. Her swollen baby belly moved as I climbed off her. It was the only part of her that had. She was breathing atleast, I checked.
I know in time my fate will be something similar. The Judge will tire of me and pass me to someone else. Who’ll use up a part of me and repeat. If I had the guts to do it, I’d have killed myself when Black Daddy stole my wife. I pray she dies before birthing that demon’s spawn. He destroyed the both of us. But I have to go, I broke one of the Judge’s dishes and I have a date with the special crème for the next two nights in a row. I hope I don’t lose my balls over this, wish me luck.
It’s been 6 months since Black Daddy walked in my door and he’s still in my life. I don’t see him as much since he left a few months back with his wife. That was right before he sold me to the Judge. I live with the Judge now and I’m his live in boyfriend. Not that I have a choice or anything. I wish I could see my children but the Judge told me whites aren’t allowed to experience pleasure from reproduction. That I should be grateful to have made them alone.
He also says I’m lucky to have had them before the Bureau changed the rules. The new rules limit the amount of children whites can have to one. Any more than that is going to be punishable by mandatory abortion. When he’s ***** and using me he teases about special clinics opening for white adults down the road too. I’m terrified at the glee in his eyes when he talks about things like involuntary disposal.
Let me tell you about my days. I wake up on the floor next to the bed and service his morning wood orally, lay out his clothes, prepare his meals. When he leaves I clean his house, tend to his yard, and exercise in his home gym. In the evening he sodomizes and I rub his feet until he’s bored and I go to the floor.
As for me, he’s very critical of the way I look and and if I’m not making progress towards his physical ideal I’m punished. While periodically he might give me a little pleasure, he doesn’t have much use for my penis. So when I’m punished, he gives me a crème to masturbate with. I’m not sure what’s in it, but every time I do, my cock shrinks.
Once upon a time I was about 5.5 inches long. After a couple months of this treatment however it’s somewhere around three. It doesn’t even stick out of my fist now. It’s humiliating, but I have no choice but to obey. One more Bureau reported infraction and I’ll be forcibly castrated. They remove your sack and everything. Just a small scar where you used to be a man.
This is all coupled with a hormone regimen designed to soften my body and reduce body hair. The Judge doesn’t like women, but he also doesn’t want masculine competition in the house. Not that I’m much of that any more. Between the drugs he gives me, the endless booty building workouts, and two hours a day of hypno I’m required to watch I’m barely a man.
Still he’s not unbearably cruel to me. Black Daddy was far worse and only saw me as a white orifice to dump his semen in, or clean up after his sexcapades. The Judge cuddles me and talks sweetly to me when he’s inside my asshole. Sometimes when his tongue is in my mouth I almost feel aroused. Sometimes when he’s making out with me I think of the woman that used to be mine and this hell isn’t so bad.
I’m sure you want to know about Black Daddy’s wife. It’s painful to write about but I’ll try. So after he started dosing her he continued selling her almost every night. He took special joy in making me stroke myself to her abuse. After a while I got to the point I couldn’t get hard unless I was looking at a black cock in her. The Judge has continued that, only now it’s minus her. I only get hard for black cock now.
She became his wife officially after about a month and a half. I’m not sure how the test worked but the Bureau gynaecologist tests showed she’d been black bred. Armed with that test, the Judge legally married them. Now I’m her Cuckold Husband, I have an official document that says it and everything. The city clerk snickered when she printed it. After that Black Daddy’s violence and degradation towards us only ever seemed to escalate. He made thousands in the beginning whoring his wife out in a few hours. Between the addiction and the miles he put on her pussy, his profits started to fall off.
As you can imagine this didn’t sit well with him and for a while he tried selling me as well. I’m not femme enough for most of his customers tastes and the novelty of getting a poor blowjob from a whiteboy only lasts so long. In the end he just kept her working longer and longer. She was on so many different drugs to keep her awake and working and addicted that she was getting whored almost 20 hours a day. An endless parade of cock in her and fists hitting her.
You’d think knowing his baby was growing in her would nurture a little care in him. But it seemed to have the opposite effect, he just got meaner and crueler and more demanding. He seemed determined to kill the little partially white life in her, despite it being half him. Black Daddy eventually passed her off to a friend of his to oversee around this time. Maybe he had a new ****** to torment, who knows?
Maybe he was just bored watching her fuck other men 20 hours a day. He gave the friend part of the profits and free use of her holes in exchange for freedom to do other things. That was Jamal. She’s changed hands several since then. I’ve seen her a couple times, the Judge keeps track of her for me. When I’ve been super good I’m allowed to see her and pay for sex with her. I think the Judge does it because it breaks my spirit even more every time. She’s sunk so low.
The first time I saw her was at an adult bookstore on the north side. She was working a gloryhole booth with her pimp charging admission. I got a blowjob through a hole in the wall. She didn’t know it was me, the Judge supervised and wouldn’t allow me to speak to her. When I came she spat it back through the hole and told me she only swallows for blacks.
I fucked the Judge’s *** for that privilege, mostly he just beat me though. If you’ve ever been beaten and fucked by a man 50 yrs your senior it’s humiliating.
The second time was a month later when a man broke into the house and ***** me in revenge for “stealing his Daddy.” As if this was the path I chose! The Judge felt terrible after that and let me see her again. I even got to fuck her this time. She was unconscious the whole time, her pussy was already full of semen before I even began. I didn’t recognize her pimp this time around but it was the same old needle in her arm. I wanted to kiss her and tell her I loved her but cum was leaking from her mouth too. I passed.
The third time was just as bad, the Judge got a tax break from the government for keeping a white boy employed. He rewarded me for a $15,000 tax windfall by letting me see Black Daddy’s wife. This was the same pimp this time but now he was peddling her on the street. The Judge drove and insisted I use a condom this time. He knew she was carrying something but wouldn’t tell me what. She rode me in the backseat but acted like she didn’t know who I was. Even when I told her I was her husband. She told me her husband was black.
The last time was a week ago. It was a reward for getting a jack of spades tattoo on my butt. The Judge fucked me doggystyle since because he liked to look at it. I got to see her again because of that. She was in the homeless shelter now, some enterprising soul was charging the men who wanted to fuck her. She was locked in a small room in the back and chained to a cot. Her arm was more track marks than anything. Her hair had started to fall out too.
I didn’t want to have sex with her and The Judge made me, told me a whiteboy should have memories to pull his pecker to. When I couldn’t get my 3 inch penis erect the Judge pulled his cock out and rubbed it on her face. That did it, and I quickly filled a ridiculously overlarge condom with my tiny load. Her swollen baby belly moved as I climbed off her. It was the only part of her that had. She was breathing atleast, I checked.
I know in time my fate will be something similar. The Judge will tire of me and pass me to someone else. Who’ll use up a part of me and repeat. If I had the guts to do it, I’d have killed myself when Black Daddy stole my wife. I pray she dies before birthing that demon’s spawn. He destroyed the both of us. But I have to go, I broke one of the Judge’s dishes and I have a date with the special crème for the next two nights in a row. I hope I don’t lose my balls over this, wish me luck.
