Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2017 14:31:48 -0400
From: Ernest Lowe <ernestlowlow@gmail.com>
Subject: Stranger Corrupts Husband (Revised)

STRANGER CORRUPTS HUSBAND by Ernest Lowe

Synopsis

A husband encounters a male stranger who revolutionizes his sexual desire
and causes a ripple effect of lust, submission and mind control that
eventually corrupts the husband's wife and even their female pastor and her
husband.


MF FF MM 1st anal group mc reluc sm spank bi cbt hyp _dom


       By the time what I'm about to tell you happened, I'd been married to
my wife Carol for 15 years. We had four children, two girls in high school,
and two boys elementary school. Both of us worked full-time, and we had
life's typical stresses, but our marriage was very strong. I know for a
fact that Carol would've agreed with me that we had a mutually thoughtful,
respectful and affectionate relationship. And our sex life was nothing
short of amazing, still going strong after so many years. Carol had a huge
sex drive, and so did I, so we regularly took any opportunity to have sex,
even if all we could manage was a quickie in the car while the kids did
their homework or were at sports practice or whatever.

       Just about everything else in our life together was going well: the
jobs (Carol was a lawyer partnered in a high-profile law firm, and I was
the owner of successful printing business), the incomes, the family
fellowship, our church involvement, our plans for the future for ourselves
and our growing children. It's clichι to say so, but life was
great. Also, I finally made up my mind to revive an old hobby of mine and
try to make it into either a paying side career, if not my primary way of
breadwinning: painting. Not painting houses and walls, but creative
painting, painting landscapes, portraits, still lifes, even Impressionistic
stuff. Carol was so understanding of my desire to let my talents flourish
beyond a corporate office, and she let me go off in search of inspirations,
giving me entire weekend days to work on my art.

       Of course, family was my number-one priority. We made sure to spend
lots of time together and to plan regular activities and vacations to keep
us enriched. One Saturday my wife suggested that we all go up to Goat Wood,
a state park that she used to frequent in her childhood. "It's out of the
way, scenic and peaceful," she said. "And there's much for the kids to do."
Excited about a new place to try, I agreed. We packed up the car and
traveled to the remote, pastoral park, enjoying the winding and narrow
one-way roads and vast expanses of forest on the way up. After a rather
long trip, everyone scurried out of the car to run to the dilapidated
bathroom structure far off to the side of a beautiful rolling field, a
picnic area, a parking lot and a huge playground. The building stood out in
the woods because of how shoddy, dirty and ominous it looked in comparison
with everything else.

"This is like something out of Friday the 13th!" I laughed, as the kids and
I approached the place.

       "Don't even joke about that!" Carol half-scolded. She hated horror
movies. Especially ones with slashers. "It's just old."

       "I hope they have toilets and not holes in the ground," muttered our
cynical son, Ted.

       "We're roughing it," I said. "Just pee and let's all go have some
fun."

       My sons and I entered the men's door and found ourselves at the end
of a long, narrow interior lined with disgusting urinals and broken-down
toilet stalls on the right side. On the left side was a rusty, sagging sink
and a useless soap dispenser.  The place reeked of rotting shit, mildew and
maybe squirrel and bird carcasses in the rafters.

       "Ew!" my other son, Fred, complained. "Gross!"

       "And spooky!" Ted added.

       Ted was right. I got a chill from how creepy the place was. Like a
haunted house. My sons claimed the urinals, so I was stuck having to use
one of the horrible stalls. I chose the one without walls and a door at the
very end, which also was the very end of the structure. As I peed, I
thought about how vulnerable and trapped one would be if caught alone by
some maniac who entered. There'd be nowhere to run. There weren't even
windows to show proof that there was an outside world, a sun. I hurried up
and corralled the boys back outside, eager to get away from that disturbing
bathroom.

       "Well, how was it?" I asked my wife grimly.

       She rolled her eyes. "Paradise."

       We laughed together and kissed. I grabbed her ass. "Behave!" she
scolded. Then she winked and said under her breath: "Maybe we can sneak
away for a quickie later. If you behave."

       "Oh, I'll behave alright!" I said, kissing her again.

       "Come on, Mom and Dad!" Lacy, the younger daughter called, pointing
to the tire swings.

       "Last one to the swings has to clean those bathrooms!" my other
daughter, Grace, laughed, running. Of course, the boys beat them both to
the swings. Carol bounded after them, looking back and me and grinning. She
was so beautiful. I was mad for her.

       Later we broke for a picnic lunch on a blanket in the sunny
field. As we sat munching food and swigging iced tea, I admired the open
sky, feeling inspired to paint the scene. "I could paint this," I said to
nobody in particular.

       My wife held my hand. "You should, Davis. Come up here tomorrow, by
yourself. No distractions. Paint all day. I'll take kid duty."

       I looked at her with deep affection. "You're the best, babe."

       "No, you are," she said. "Now give me your pickle."

       I let her take the last dill pickle from the plate. It was only
fair.

       "So, spawn of mine," I said to the children, "how is school going
for all of you?"

       "Sucks," Ted growled.

       "Cool," said Fred.

       "My friend Shirley just came out," said Grace matter-of-factly.

       "Came out?" Carol asked.

       "Oh, Mom, you're slow," Lacy laughed.

       "Came out," said Grace. "She's gay, Mom. A lesbian. She likes
girls."

       "Licks girls, you mean," giggled Ted.

       "Ted!" I scolded. "Don't start."

       "Why are you bringing this up, Grace?" Carol asked, annoyed.

       "I don't know. You asked about school. That's the big school buzz."

       "Is it a sin to be gay, Mom?" asked Lacy.

       "Yeah, is it?" asked Fred.

       My wife looked to me for help, but I grinned and shrugged. "I just
wouldn't want any of you to be gay, let's put it that way," she told them.

       "Why not?" asked Lacy.

       "Just because."

       "Have you ever been gay, Dad?" Fred bluntly asked me.

       Caught off guard, I stammered: "I...well...I...no, of course not. I
like women. One woman, that is. Your mother."

       "You don't think anyone else is pretty, Dad?" teased Grace.

       "I gotta hear this!" Carol laughed.

       I winked at my wife and said, "I have eyes only for your
mother. She's the prettiest thing on Earth. Plus, we're married, and that
means that we are exclusive to just each other."

       "What about you, Mom?" asked Ted.

       "I have zero interest in women, Ted. No attraction. I'm not a
lesbian.  Case closed."

       Ted circled the blanket and inquired further. "Can someone become
gay? Would Pastor Tara know? In church last Sunday she said that we should
accept and love gay people, but that non-heterosexual sex is a sin against
the nature God created."

       "Don't bother her about such stuff" I said. "You're either gay or
you're not. It's not a think you learn or adopt. And Pastor Tara doesn't
need to be bothered about such things, Ted. She's busy with her church
duties."

       "You sure?"

       "Fred, think of the difference between that disgusting, spooky
bathroom over there and our spotless clean one at home. That's how far
apart women's and men's attractiveness is for me.  I can't judge anyone
else, but I could never want to be with a man. Let's pick a different
topic."

       After some silence Ted spoke up and said, "That big ape Johnny
Torles has been picking on me again."

       "I hate that guy!" Fred spat.

       Carol rubbed Ted's back. "Did you tell a teacher this time, honey?"

       "No. That makes him worse..."

       I stood up and swatted at a fly. "Don't take his crap, son. Never
let someone bully you. Stand up for yourself and don't be used by some
idiot. Okay?"

       Ted nodded with shame. "Okay, Dad."

       "Dad!" Fred yelled, pointing toward the woods behind the
playground. "Somebody's over there, watching us! A weird guy! I saw him!"

       We all looked over at the same time. I couldn't see anyone. "Is he
there now, Fred?"

       Fred scanned the dense trees. "Uh, no. But he was just there. Big
black guy. Standing and staring at us."

       "Let's get out of here, Dad!" said Grace. "What if he's a killer or
something?"

       "Well, we're not sure who or what Fred saw," I said calmly, glancing
at Carol, who pretended not to be worried. "Finish your lunch. All's fine."

       Everyone resumed eating in silence. I pretended to look at the
scenery, but I actually was keeping watch, just in case my son saw what he
thought he saw. Just in case there was a potential maniac or killer out
there, stalking us.

       That night, after the kids had gone to bed, Carol crawled toward me
on the bed, licking her lips. "I'm hungry for my hubby's big dick," she
teased.

       "Oh, really?" I asked, playing along, letting my erection stick out
of my boxer shorts.

       She gripped my shaft and licked the tip. "The best dick in the
world." Then she gave me her usually amazing head. Fuck, what a woman. What
a wife.

____


       The next day I packed up my art supplies and drove up to Goat Wood,
this time on my own, without distractions. I parked at the same area and
set up my easel and canvas at the edge of the field so that I could take in
the wide horizon and blue sky opposite the thick woods. When I sat in my
chair to test out my view, I suddenly remembered what Fred had seen the day
before, and I became slightly concerned that my back would be to the woods
where a strange man might've been lurking. I snapped my head around and
scanned the trees. Nobody there. I shook off the worry.

       Just when I was about to start sketching on the canvas, I felt the
need to take a shit. "Figures," I muttered aloud. Sharp pains shot through
my bowels, so I ran to the men's bathroom. As if returning to familiar
territory, I bee-lined for the last stall in the row, the open one at the
very opposite end of the narrow room. I pulled down my shorts and
underwear, squatted over the toilet bowl and squeezed out a few long shit
snakes, gasping with relief. The place stunk instantly – with a fresh
reek, that is. Several more smaller pieces of shit plopped into the rancid
water, causing appalling echoes up and down the corridor.

       I thought I heard something at the far end of the room, near the
entrance, but the walls of the other stalls blocked my view. I crouched
there, holding my breath, my bare ass hovering over a shit-filled toilet,
my legs straining to maintain balance. Maybe I'd just heard the echo of my
own movements.

       Then I heard it again: a sound like shoes on gravely cement. Near
the entrance. Instantly I thought of how trapped I would be if some nut
decided to come in and walk to the stall I was in – with me in mid-shit,
no less. I didn't know whether to wipe and dress as quickly as possible or
to wait until whoever it was did his business and left.

       Just as I was about to reach for some toilet paper, I heard someone
walking quickly down the corridor, approaching my end stall. I had no time
to think, let alone cover myself up and get ready to defend myself if
necessary. Was this the man who my son had spotted the day before? I looked
up as a tall, tough-looking black man stopped right in front of me, filling
the space so that there was no way past him. Humiliation washed over me as
I was frozen in that lowly squatting position, the stink of my own shit
wafting up from the toilet and my unwiped ass.

       The man, who looked like he weight-trained regularly, steered his
eyes downward, and I followed his line of sight to my dangling penis and
scrotum. They looked so small and weak, and I felt so ashamed and
helpless. "Uh, can I...help you?" I managed to ask cautiously. I covered up
my privates with my hands, forgetting to get out of the crouched stance.

       The man showed teeth through his nappy beard. "Look who's back!" he
mocked. "It's Daddy!"

       "Excuse me?" I began to straighten up but the man shot out a strong
arm and pushed me back down.

       "You're the whitebread suburban family guy from yesterday," the
stranger said, frowning. "That spoiled-brat family. I knew I recognized
that car."

       This was the man Fred had seen spying on us! Dread shot through me,
and I tried to think of a way out of this dangerous situation. "Listen,
I..." I thought back to advising my son to defend himself in bully
situations, and here I was, pleading and inept with fear. Then I felt the
man swatting at my hands that were covering my genitals. Still shielding my
penis and balls, I asked, "What do you want?"

       "Move your hands," he growled. His breath smelled like
whiskey. Little streams of sweat trickled down his shiny dark face. The
knife stopped moving. "Let me see that little white dick."

       Reluctantly, I took my hands away, exposing my private parts to that
hulking stranger. I felt feminine and puny, afraid of what he wanted to do
to me – with or without that big knife. His free hand cupped my shrunken
balls and his thumb clamped down over the top of my limp and pitiful
cock. Then he applied more and more pressure, making a fist, smashing my
cock into my sack, squeezing the sack so that my testicles hurt. I moaned
out loud, scared and ashamed but there was nothing I could do.

       "Little tame dick!" the man roared. "Little white mouse! Little
Daddy dick!" His fist crushed my cock and balls, and my breathing was loud
and fast, echoing throughout the room. The man's other hand tightened
around my genitals. Both fists squeezed them mercilessly. I teetered on my
tip toes, trying not to fall over, my bare asscheeks shaking and the man's
fire-hot hands dominating my penis and scrotum. Between some strikes he
batted at my cock and balls with his fist while growling "little white
mouse" and "Daddy dick!"

       Much to my surprise, the pain subsided, and I felt a different
sensation. Was it pleasure? Waves of tingly excitement shot through my
crotch and up to my head. I felt dizzy and disoriented. Maybe it was all
the blood trapped in my enslaved privates. It couldn't be sexual pleasure,
could it? I'd never felt something like that with a man in my entire life!
I was happily married! I had kids! Just yesterday I assured my kids that I
was attracted only to their mother! What the hell was happening? What kind
of man was this? Did he have special powers?

       I couldn't deny that I was turned on by bring controlled in this way
anymore when I realized that my cock was getting hard within the stranger's
mighty grip. My balls had relaxed and were beefier in his hands, and my
cockhead poked out from between his big fingers. I looked down and marveled
at the contrast between his dark-brown hands and my lily-white penis and
pinkish balls. The man pulled at my pubic hair violently with one hand, and
I howled in pain and pleasure. "OH...FUCK...FUCK!" I heard myself gasp. My
legs were so weak that I started to crumple to the floor. The huge man
broke my fall and hefted me up in his massive arms, my legs straddling his
torso and my asscheeks cupped in his gargantuan hands. I felt like a woman
in his grasp, a woman about to get fucked by her man. My shitty anus gaped,
and my suddenly free cock and balls rubbed against the stranger's rock-hard
abdomen.

       My head fell back and my neck jutted upward as I opened my mouth and
panted loudly. Everything was spinning. It was like a dream, unreal, out of
my control completely. I could hardly even remember my name, let alone put
together a coherent assessment of the situation. Somehow this beastly man
had totally overwhelmed my will, and I was malleable raw material in his
hands! I found myself wanting him to crush my genitals again, to lord his
power over me, to enslave me. I opened my eyes and looked down, seeing that
I was instinctively jacking myself off against his belly. I wanted to tear
his shirt off and lick his pectorals, his belly button, his thick, rough
pubic hair. What the hell was happening to me?

       The mighty hands that clenched my asscheeks squeezed hard, and his
fingertips grazed my asshole. "OH MY GOD!" I groaned. "HOLY SHIT! WHAT ARE
YOU DOING TO ME???"

       The black Hercules pointed to my penis and asked sternly: "What is
that thing, slut?"

       "A little white mouse," I whimpered, feeling every ounce of my will
drain away. "A Daddy dick..."

       He smacked my cockhead, stinging it greatly. I howled. "It's MINE,
white boy!"

       My eyes fluttered and my head felt like a balloon. Every nerve in my
body seemed charged up. It felt so fucking good to surrender to the man,
nod frantically, saying "It's yours, yours, my little white mouse is yours"
again and again while he spanked my cock and balls with one hand and dug
into the sensitive flesh of my asscheeks with the other hand. I tried my
best to regain composure. "Please," I gasped. "We need to stop this..."

       "What did you just say?"

       "Stop...please...I have a family...a wife...kids...please..." I
tried to squirm out of his hold.

       "Shut the fuck up, white boy!" the stranger rasped, dropping me to
the floor without warning. I lay there, stunned, panting wildly, confused.
Fear was creeping back into my mind.

       "Your wife and kids don't exist in here, slut!" he bellowed. "When
I'm around, nothing exists but me! Got it?"

       I shook my head, trying to sharpen my thoughts. He knelt down and
yanked my penis and scrotum backward between my thighs so that they were
stretched against my asscrack. I was totally at his mercy, which he didn't
have.

       "You have no wife and kids right now!" he growled. "Say it!"

       To appease him, I obeyed. "I have no wife and kids right now..." It
actually felt heavenly to say that horrible thing. What did he plan to do
now? He reached down, pulled me partway up and flipped me around so that I
faced the grimy wall of the open stall. I saw my shit floating in the
toilet water below, and I remembered my soiled ass.

       "Bend over, slut."

       "But I'm dirty..."

       "BEND OVER, SLUT!" He pushed down on the back of my head, and I
obeyed at once. What the hell was I doing? What about Carol? What about my
kids? How could I have let this go so far? I waited, my ass open in front
of him, my balls hanging and my hard cock raging and blue.

       WACK! He swatted my ass with his open hand. WACK! Again! "AUGH!" I
cried. "OH FUCK!"

       Again and again he spanked me without mercy, until my asscheeks were
burning and almost numb. My knees buckled, and I had to hold onto the wall
in front of me to keep my balance. He hit me with such force that his hand
spread my asscheeks and stung my sphincter. I couldn't believe that this
was happening.

       "Turn around, white boy," he ordered.

       My obedience was now instant and natural. I was his. He had
brainwashed me somehow. I wasn't afraid or hesitant anymore. He could do
whatever he wanted now. I didn't care. I loved the feeling of being under
control, of being a piece of meat to play with and abuse. Where were these
feelings coming from? What had happened to the straight married man I'd
been only minutes ago?

       He held out the hand that had spanked me and said, "Clean it. With
your tongue."

       I nodded, masturbating my cock furiously now. I licked all over his
huge hand and tasted my ass sweat and shit. This was going to make me
cum. The thought of me cumming in front a man I didn't even know thrilled
me beyond belief. I wanted him to see me at that most vulnerable and
intimate point: the quivering slave he caused to have an orgasm. The taste
of my shit on his hand took me over the edge, and I thought to myself: *I'm
gone now. There's no turning back from this. I'm his!*

       My eyelids stopped fluttering when he pulled away his hand, and I
saw that he had pulled his cock out of his pants. It was unbelievably
massive: thick, veiny, dark brown and shiny. The head had a purplish tint
to it, and it seemed engorged with power. I fell to my knees before his
godly cock, looked up at his cruel eyes and pleaded as cum shot out of my
cock: "Who are you? Who are you? What have you done to me?" Then I
collapsed in a fetal position, weeping and horrified by my behavior, my
weakness and sinfulness. Despite my shame, I wanted to touch that black
monster, worship its huge head. Why? How?

       The stranger grabbed my hair and yanked up my head. "Give me the key
to your house."

       "What?"

       He smacked my face and repeated: "The key to your house."

       My shorts had fallen off my legs completely, so I reached for them
and fished out my keys. Then I removed the house key from the ring. What
the fuck was I doing? Was I really giving this psychopath stranger access
to my home, my family? I handed him the key.

       "You won't hurt...my..." I couldn't even talk anymore.

       "Your wife and kids?" he grunted. "Fuck no. That's not what I
do. That I promise you."

       For some reason, I believed him. I was losing my mind.

       "I can come and go as I please," he said sternly, letting go of my
hair.

       "You can come and go as you please," I droned, feeling nauseous.

       "Now write down your address." He handed me a pen and a folded
receipt.

       I scribbled my home address on the paper and returned it, like a
robot.

       "Good," he said, grinning. "I'll visit you soon. Your house is mine
now. What is it?"

       "My house is yours now," I heard myself reply. Cum oozed from my
twitching penis. My balls were droopy and tired.

       "Get up."

       I struggled to my feet and avoided his eyes.

       He grabbed my chin and forced me to face him. "I want you to fuck
your pretty wife two nights from now, just before 11 o'clock. But at 11 on
the dot, I want you to be ready for a surprise. I have something you'll
like. Understand me?"

       I nodded in a daze, still in shock at what I'd done. "Yes..." How
could I face my wife again? Carol!

       "I want your naked white ass hanging off your side of the bed and
ready for my surprise," the stranger commanded.

       "Yes..."

       The man put that beautiful black cock back into his pants and zipped
up. Then he turned to leave. "Be ready for me, slut," he said without
looking back. "Two days." Then he was gone.



       "You didn't even do a sketch?" my wife asked when I returned home an
hour or so later.

       "Wasn't inspired," I mumbled. "I need to get a shower."

       Carol squinted at me. "You're acting weird, Davis. What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" I tried to keep my myself from blushing as I walked past
her. "Just frustrated. I had big plans and ended up wasting the day."

       She rubbed my back. "Don't beat yourself up, hon. You'll find
inspiration next time." Carol caressed my crotch through my shorts. My
balls still hurt from the stranger's abuse not too long ago. I forced
myself not to pull away.

       "Not now, Carol," I said. "I'm really, really beat. And I need a
shower. How about on Tuesday night, after the kids are in bed? I'm not
working late that evening."

       My wife pinched my sore ass and said, "Sounds good to me, stud."

____


       Settling back into the evening routine with the family gave me acute
perspective on what happened and what I had to do. What happened in that
filthy bathroom hours before seemed so far away and unreal. At one point I
retreated to the back porch to weep, horrified by my irresponsibility and
betrayal. How had this happened? What had I become? I could solve this,
erase it. I'd change the lock on the front door first thing in the morning,
and if I caught that man on my property I'd call the police. But then he
might tell them what we did! My mind was in knots.

       Carol and I got ready for bed, and I tried to lose myself in a book
for a while. But my thoughts kept returning to the incident – and him. I
didn't even know his name. I wasn't even attracted to men, but he'd somehow
turned me on, turned me into putty, conquered my loyalty to my beloved wife
in a matter of minutes! How? Nothing about him excited me now. In fact, I
felt sick at the memory of him: those bizarre muscles, his body odor, his
boozy breath and scruffy face. I resolved to nip this in the bud and never
think of it again, cherish my family and go on as before.

       However, two hours later, around midnight, as Carol snored on the
other side of the bed, I tossed and turned, my mind awhirl with conflicted
thoughts and desires. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the stranger: his
huge cock and balls, his mocking grin, his powerful hands taming me. I
realized that I had a rock-hard erection, right there next to my wife in
our bed! I slipped out of bed and crept downstairs to the dark living
room. I had to control myself. But how?

       I slumped down in a chair and closed my eyes, praying for
salvation. But a few minutes later my imagination drifted back to the
mighty stranger and his mastery of my weak body. My hand slid into my
pajama pants and touched my hard-on, and soon I was masturbating furiously
while mentally reliving the ordeal I'd had in that haunted bathroom. I felt
hopeless, lost. The thought of my wife up in bed shamed me for a split
second, but then I felt an orgasm mounting, and I chose to picture the
stranger's fists crushing my "little white mouse," panting loud and rapidly
in the dark living room.

       By chance I looked over at the coffee table and saw that one of
Carol's magazines was open to an ad featuring a black male
bodybuilder. What were the chances of that? I stopped stroking my
cock. Then I wondered if this was no accident but was a sign instead: what
if the stranger had already used the house key and snuck in while we were
all upstairs? Or what if he was lurking somewhere in the house right then?
I was both frightened and thrilled by the possibility. Where would he hide?
Was he watching me? Was he in my bedroom, watching my wife? What couldn't
this man do? Had he left that ad open to tease me, prove to me that he
could enter the house whenever he wished? My cock twitched at the thought.

       "Davis?" It was Carol! She shuffled from the stairs to the living
room. "What are you doing sitting down here in the dark?" She flopped down
on the couch near where I was sitting. My eyes darted to the open magazine.

       My wife squinted and giggled. "Are you...beating off?" She'd seen my
hard cock.

       I didn't know how to answer her. "Uh...yeah...I thought maybe...it'd
help me fall asleep..."

       She slid onto her knees and shimmied to the chair, taking my cock in
her soft hand. "Why didn't you just wake me up and ask me to help?" she
breathed, flicking her tongue all over my cockhead.

       I wanted to just lie back and let her service me, get lost in the
pleasure and forget the dirty thoughts and memories of that horrible beast
who'd imprisoned me in that disgusting bathroom. This was where I belonged,
who I belonged to. This was my best friend, my lover, my perfect wife! How
dare that man threaten me! I had been under duress. Otherwise, I'd never
have submitted to him.

       "Squeeze my balls," I breathed.

       "Huhmrph?"

       "With your other hand. Crush my balls. Please!"

       My wife tightened her hand around my balls, but the pressure was too
weak. I could tell that she thought she was doing it hard. It just wasn't
the same as the stranger's grip. I looked over at the magazine ad and
pretended the man in the ad was the stranger. I wanted him to obliterate my
scrotum with that huge hand. My wife blew me to orgasm, and as I shot a
load into her hot mouth she squeezed my balls as hard as she could. And I
found myself hoping that he was hiding nearby, watching me cum, seeing and
hearing me moan. *This is his house now,* I thought. *I'm no longer the man
of this house.*

____

       Things seemed much different in the light of the new day. Shocked
and disgusted at myself, I decided to counteract what I had foolishly
allowed to happen. First, I had to make it clear to the stranger that he
was forbidden to enter my home and that he had to return my key, or I'd
contact police. But how would I find him? I knew nothing about him: where
he lived, even his name. Carol and the kids came downstairs, and I made
everyone breakfast.

       "You make the best bacon, Dad!" Lacy cheered.

       "Hey, what about me?" Carol laughed.

       "Your bacon's the best, hon," I joked, grabbing her plump butt.

       "So's yours," she replied, winking at me.

       "You guys are gross!" Grace cried, gathering up her stuff for
school. "See everyone later!"

       "Take care, Gracie!" I called after her. "Love you!"

       "Love you, Dad!"

       I turned to the other kids. "Gobble that up. Nobody'd better miss
their bus."

       "Lord forbid!" said Ted, rolling his eyes and smiling.

       My family was the greatest. I couldn't believe what I had done
behind their backs. After everyone was gone, I called off work and drove
all the way up to Goat Wood in hopes of finding the stranger there so that
I could tell him to fuck off. This was my life and family he was messing
with! Time to shut that psycho down!

       I parked and wandered around, keeping an eye on the woods at all
times. Then I realized that I'd avoided the broken-down bathroom, so I
forced myself to walk over there. What if he was waiting inside? What if he
had his hunting knife ready and was going to kill me? I looked up at the
sky through the trees and wondered if this was my last look at it.

       Then my worry changed to curiosity, and my curiosity changed to
excitement. I pictured the stranger grappling me as soon as I entered the
bathroom, holding that long knife to my throat and forcing his cock into my
mouth. The thought of him violating me and punishing me for even thinking
of defying him caused my penis to harden. No! I had to end this right now!
I barged into the bathroom. Then I checked every toilet stall. Nobody. I'd
be lying if I said that I wasn't disappointed. My penis softened. I
lingered at the end stall where I'd first encountered the stranger. My shit
still floated in the toilet bowl, dissipated and decaying. Maybe if I
waited there he'd eventually arrive and overpower me again. My cock started
to harden again.

       After about a half hour I left the bathroom and walked to the
field. Now what? Then I had a great idea: why not paint? My supplies were
still in the car. Suddenly elated, I ran to the car and gathered my art
stuff. Then I set up at the edge of the field again, with my back to the
spooky woods. Within minutes I was sketching away, preparing what was sure
to be an excellent first painting of the place.

       When it came time to start painting, I arranged the colors on the
palette, dipped my brush into some blue and ceremoniously made the first
stroke on the canvas – then BAM! Something knocked me clean off my
chair, sending the palette and brush into the air and the easel and canvas
crashing to the grass! Stunned, I looked up and saw the stranger, his fists
at his sides and his massive chest rising and falling with heavy
breathing. Then I looked over at my canvas and saw a splotch of blue paint
streaking diagonally across it.

       "What the fuck you doing here, whiteboy?" the stranger demanded.

       "I came to look for you!" I spat back. "To tell you that this can't
go on! I was scared for my life, but now I have my senses back!" I got to
my feet and brushed off my clothes, afraid to face the stranger's cruel
eyes.

       "You think this is a game, slut?"

       "I'm a monogamous man!" I yelled. "A straight, married man! And this
is crazy! It ends now!"

       "Monogamous?" the man laughed. "What the fuck you call what you did
yesterday, whiteboy?"

       My face got hot and surely reddened. "That was out of control! It's
not what I wanted!"

       The stranger held up his right hand. "Sniff it," he commanded.

       "What?" I scanned the area to see if anyone else was
around. Nobody. We were isolated under the indifferent sky.

       "Sniff my hand," he muttered.

       I hesitated, cautiously moving my head toward his open hand, then he
grabbed my head with his other hand and pressed my face against his spread
fingers, and I sniffed, smelling the stink of my ass sweat and shit from a
day ago. He hadn't washed his hands. The scent instantly made me dizzy with
excitement. The debasement was amazing. That scent was the stink of a
worthless slut, and that worthless slut was me!

       "Do people who are scared jerk off their own dicks until they cum?"
the stranger asked, pulling away his reeking hand.

       I had no answer. What could I do? What was happening to me? Would
this ever end? "Listen," I said softly. "I just...I just want to go back to
my old life. Part ways. I want no trouble."

       "Your old life? You mean that boring routine? Think it's not written
all over your self-righteous face, whiteboy? I noticed it when I first saw
your family yesterday. You don't want that. You were waiting for me to come
along. You've been waiting for years without even knowing it."

       Confused and nauseous, I shook my head weakly, closing my eyes,
hoping that he's just walk away for good. I wanted to run to my wife and
kids and shower them with kisses. I heard the stranger's enormous body move
toward me, then I felt his steely arms lift me up like a baby. At this
point I had no more strength left to resist. My face rubbed against his
stone-solid chest, and my legs dangled like a girl's. He carried me to the
men's bathroom and let me slide onto the littered floor.

       "What are you going to do with me?" I asked, looking up at the
towering black giant.

       "Be honest, whiteboy," he said. "I rocked your whitebread world
yesterday, didn't I?"

       I shook my head, but I felt my stirring cock in my pants betray
me. "I love my wife..."

       "Tell me the truth, whiteboy, and I'll let you go. You'll never see
me again. Did I rock your little world?"

       I remembered straddling his ship-like torso, naked from the waist
down, my shitty asshole touched by his monstrous fingers. My cock was
rock-hard now. I didn't care about Carol or the kids anymore. I didn't care
that he had a key to the front door of my house anymore. All I wanted was
to feel helpless and under total control again.

       "Yesss..." I finally gasped. "You rocked my world!" I gazed up at
him, eager for approval.

       My heart skipped when he smiled at me. I felt so proud and good. I
pleased him! Why did I care about his pleasure? Why was attracted to this
horrible person – let alone a man at all?

       "Say it again," he ordered. "Louder this time. I want to hear you
mean it."

       "You rocked my world!" I cried, praying that nobody else was around
outside.

       "I don't fucking believe you, slut!"

       "YOU FUCKING ROCKED MY FUCKING WORLD!" I howled. "IT'S WHAT I
WANTED! WHAT I NEEDED! YOU'RE RIGHT! I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO COME AND DO
THIS TO ME! OH FUCK!" I dove for his crotch and insanely unbuttoned and
unzipped his jeans, then I stuck my hand through the top of his boxer
underwear and touched his ember-hot cockhead. I filled my palm, it was so
huge. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." My hand explored more and I
cupped one of his testicles. It felt like I held a soft baseball. The smell
of his pubic sweat wafted around me, and I found myself nuzzling my nose in
his big bush of coarse pubic hair. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, let me make you cum,
make you cum!" Just as I was about to take my first taste of a cock and
ballsack, the stranger yanked me to my feet by my hair and punched me in
the abdomen. I fell back to the floor, heaving and writhing in pain.

       "See you tomorrow," the stranger said, walking away.

____

       I could hardly bring myself to smile at and talk to my family later
that day. I threw away the ruined painting and tried to force the memory of
my willing debasement from my mind. I'd gone too far. I'd changed. That man
had changed me – with almost no effort at all. He had a deep power over
me, and I couldn't understand it.

       Carol asked me what was wrong at dinner, and I told her that I felt
like I might be coming down with a cold or something. I helped my girls
with their homework, my mind drifting to thoughts of the stranger's mighty
arms and how it felt to be spanked and have my genitals imprisoned and
abused by his strong hands. I wanted to feel the heaven of that
helplessness again. I wanted him to crush my cock and smash my balls, make
me his slave, use me, soil and ruin me.

       We all went to church for our usual Wednesday evening service. After
some worship songs and collective prayer, Pastor Tara gave a short
sermon. The ending spoke to my heart and made me feel guilty. "In other
words, our faithfulness is the key to salvation. Not only our faithfulness
to God, but to our friends, our children and, most important, our
spouses. We married people are of one flesh to each other, bound for
eternity by God's grace."

       Later, as I lay in bed next to my wife, I fantasized about the
stranger emerging from the closet and dominating me right there, holding my
mouth so that my moans didn't wake Carol. After everyone in the house was
asleep, I went into the bathroom and took off my pajamas. I looked at
myself in the mirror and wondered what I could do to make myself attractive
to the stranger. Was he attracted to me? Or was this all about power? I
wanted to please him, so I wanted to be a desirable thing that he would
want to use. Was he in the house right now? Would he attack me in the dark
if I went downstairs? I imagined the pleasure of being forced to all fours
and taken by that merciless beast as my family slept above us.

       Just in case, I lathered a washcloth with some soap and scrubbed my
asshole and asscrack so that I'd be fresh and ready for him. Though having
had a shitty ass when he first abused me turned me on and made me feel like
an animal, this time I wanted to be clean meat for him. I wanted my ass to
please him. What would my children think if they could read these new
thoughts? Why couldn't I stop the thoughts? And why was I so eager to be
sexually assaulted by a psychotic man who might be in the house? I didn't
care. All I wanted was to be owned by the black stud.

       I snuck downstairs to the living room to relieve my raging
erection. While I beat off I looked around, hoping to see his hulking
shadow moving toward me. I wanted the man to overpower me, drain every
ounce of will and dignity from me. I wanted to smell the stink of my shit
on his hand again. I wanted to be his dirty white slut.

       Suddenly I heard something at the front door. I stopped beating off
and listened. I heard it again. It was a key turning the lock! Thank God! I
didn't have to wait until the next night! He was here now! I'd get my
surprise sooner than I expected! I felt giddy with excitement and forbidden
lust. I stood up, my erection quivering in my pants. This time I'd kneel
for him, suck his beautiful cock, kiss and worship his sweaty balls, even
lap his asshole if he wanted me to. I wanted to serve him, please him,
praise him! The lock clicked open but nothing else happened. The door
remained shut. I was frozen in the dark, waiting, panting.

       Then I thought to call the police, report an attempted break-in!
With the house key? How would I explain that? Say it was stolen! Yes! I
started for the phone, then stopped. No. I wanted my surprise. I needed
it. I'd earned it! I hurried over to the door and pulled it wide open, my
erection popping out of the hole in my pants.

       The tall stranger stood there, staring at me. He was motionless and
without expression. After a few minutes, I spoke. "Why are you here
already?"

       "Tomorrow," the stranger said softly, turning to walk away.

       I grabbed his massive arm. "No!" I begged. "Tonight! Please! In
here. We can do it in here." I stepped aside to let him enter the living
room. My mind flashed to my wife and kids sleeping upstairs, but my desire
overrode the worry I should have felt. All I could think of was being
mastered by this man in my living room.

       "Tomorrow," he repeated without emotion.

       "Here!" I said desperately, thrusting my cock toward him. "Take it!
Crush it again! I want to feel that again! Smash my little white mouse to
jelly! Own me!"

       "Tomorrow."

       My heart pounded, and I became wild. I pulled down my pajama pants
and turned my ass to him. "It's yours," I whimpered. "I give you my
ass. Anything you want. I cleaned it for you! Smell it! It's fresh for you!
I want to know what a cock feels like in my ass. Please. Please take me. I
beg you..." The memory of my daughter Lacy asking Carol if it was a sin to
be gay shot into my mind, trying to make me feel guilty, but all it did was
increase my pleasure. *If it's a sin, then sin is good!* I thought. *I love
sin! Give me more sin!*

       "Tomorrow."

       "Please fuck me," I whined, spreading my asscheeks far apart. "Fuck
me now. Take my ass."

       "No," he said. "Now I want you to go back to your bedroom and open
the curtains of the front window. Then I want you to masturbate right there
in the window while I watch from the street. Until you cum."

       "Oh, I can't do that!"

       "You will, white boy. Or else."

       Pleasure at my humiliation filled me like fresh air. I nodded and
pulled up my pants. "Yessss..."

       "I'll be watching, slut," he said. "Don't disappoint me."

       "I won't," I gasped. "I won't."

       "One more thing."

       "Yes?"

       "I want pictures of your hot wife."

       "Pictures?"

       "Pictures of her naked. What other kind would I want, dumbass?"

       My head reeled at the thought. I felt both excitement and
self-disgust. "Okay."

       "Have them ready by tomorrow night. Leave them in an envelope in the
mailbox before you go to bed."

       "Yes." Why was I obeying this madman?

       "And don't forget to fuck your wife before 11:00. Have your ass
ready for my surprise."

       His cock! He was going to fuck me with his big black cock!
"Yessss..."

       "Now go, slut. Go jerk off in the window for me. I want to see that
little white mouse cum."

       I could hardly wait. "Yes, yes! Oh, thank you! Thank you!" I reached
for the bulge in his pants but he stepped back.

       "Never try that again, faggot," he growled.

       "Okay, okay..."

       "You're a piece of shit."

       Precum dripped from my cock. "I'm a piece of shit," I murmured,
smiling drunkenly. What was I becoming? I didn't care. I closed the door
and rushed upstairs as quietly as I could.

       Just when I was about to enter my bedroom, my son Fred came out of
his room, yawning and looking at me with bleary eyes. "Dad?"

       "Shhh," I said. "Don't wake anyone up. What are you doing awake?" I
made sure to stay turned away from him so that he couldn't see my raging
hard-on.

       "Have to pee."

       I remembered what Fred had asked me two days ago: "Have you ever
been gay, Dad?" How could I have known then that I'd be doing this now?
*You have no idea, Fred*, I thought. *You can't imagine how good this
feels!* I motioned for him to go. "Then pee, Fred."

       "What are you doing up, Dad?"

       All I cared about was getting to that window and cumming for that
powerful stranger. "None of your business, Fred, so get the hell back to
bed."

       I rushed into the bedroom and closed the door. Then I checked to
make sure that Carol was fast asleep before parting the curtains and
standing before the panoramic window. I looked across the street and saw
the stranger standing on the opposite sidewalk, right under the bright
streetlight. Horny and anxious, I slowly pulled down my pajama pants so
that my genitals were exposed to whoever happened to walk or drive by, or
look out their house windows. That is what the stranger wanted: my
exposure, my ruination. And the thought of being exposed and ruined turned
me on. The thought that my naked ass – which had been cradled and
clamped in and spanked by the man's amazing hands hours before – faced
my sleeping wife who would see everything if she woke up and opened her
eyes.

       I began to masturbate for the stranger, quickening my strokes the
more excited I became. He stood motionless as ever, but I wanted to please
him, obey his command. My asscheeks bounced in time to my churning, and a
few loud gasps escaped my mouth as I neared orgasm. My precious family
slept peacefully while I presented my white body to a black stranger who
had some weird but awesome control over me. I was so turned on that I
couldn't stop, that I didn't want to stop. Carol never could make me feel
this way. She would never be able to crush my genitals with such force and
authority. I remembered his hands around my penis and scrotum the day
before, how puny and girly I felt in his grip. He deserved my obedience. He
deserved to be praised. Tears formed in my eyes, I was so horny and amazed,
my eyes bulging and staring longingly at the man across the steet.

       Finally, I blew a long, globby load all over the window, my eyes
fixed on the stranger the whole while, hoping that he was pleased. My knees
were weak and shaking. I wanted to run to the stranger and beg him to
squeeze every last drop of cum out of my little white mouse. But he simply
walked away.

       I crawled back into bed. Carol flopped an arm over me and nestled
behind me. Usually the feeling of her soft body against my ass pleased me,
but I couldn't help but feel that she was the invader of private property
now. Property that belonged to my black master.

____

       The next morning I woke up and felt instant guilt, of course. But I
noticed that the guilt lessened as time went by, realizing that I was
becoming addicted to this transgression already. In other words, I desired
the stranger's sexual mastery more than I desired my old life. Going
through the morning routine, I viewed my wife and kids as annoying
distractions from my true purpose: being the stranger's plaything, his
servile piece of meat.

       "Cat got your tongue, Dad?" Grace asked me as she cleared the
breakfast table.

       "Huh?"

       "Your tongue," she repeated. "You're usually talkative, Dad. You've
been really quiet lately."

       *My tongue*, I thought. *I wish my tongue was curling around that
big black snake of his...* "Oh, I hadn't noticed, honey. Just stressed out
from work, I guess. Sorry." *Sucking his giant brown cockhead, making him
cum and roar...*

       "Try not to sweat it too much, Dad. Love ya!" Grace ran off.

       I hurried to the downstairs bathroom, locked the door, pulled off my
pajama pants and masturbated furiously, repeating the original mastery over
me in my mind's eye. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to find him and
offer my body to his cock! This was torture!

       My son Ted rapped on the bathroom door. "Dad! I need to pee before I
go, and Lacy is hogging the upstairs bathroom! Hurry up in there! I need to
go!"

       The surprise of the knocks caused me to shoot my load all over the
floor under the sink, and my mind screamed: *And I NEED that black cock in
my mouth!* "Coming!" I called to my son.

       Within a half hour the kids were gone, and it was time for me to
shower and get to work. I couldn't call off again. Just as I was about to
wash, I remembered the stranger's other command: pictures of Carol, ready
by that night! How could I pull this off? She'd be almost ready to go to
work!

       I found the digital camera and ran upstairs to where my wife was
dressing. She looked beautiful, as always, but something that used to be
there was missing now. That spark was gone. I could think of only the
stranger's amazing body and impossibly large penis. "Got a minute?" I asked
playfully, though inside I didn't have an ounce of playfulness or desire
for my wife.

       "For what?" she asked, putting on the last of her eyeliner.

       "A photo shoot?" I faked a grin, just wanting this to be over with.

       "Are you serious, Davis? I need to leave for work in five minutes."

       "Come on," I said. "Humor me."

       "Go ahead. Shoot away." She put on lipstick.

       I edged toward her. "No. I mean...naked."

       Carol turned to me and giggled. "You're insane!"

       "Please, babe. For me."

       She looked at the clock, inhaled deeply and said, "Sure. Fuck
it. But hurry up."

       My wife slipped out of her work outfit and lay back on the bed, buck
naked. Her big bush of pubic hair revealed her pink pussy, and her cute
brown asshole peeked out at me. I started snapping away, from every angle
possible. Then I had her get on all fours and took pictures of her open ass
and pussy, her hanging boobs. My cock grew hard as ever, but not at the
sight of her hot body. It was at the thought of obeying the stranger's
commands and him lusting after my wife, his monster penis getting hard and
ready to erupt with cum against that gorgeous black flesh.

       Then my thoughts went wilder: what if I could watch that magnificent
stud fuck my wife in front of me? I hoped that he was in the house, maybe
in the closet, and that he'd jump out and dominate my wife's horny body
right there! Pre-cum oozed into my pajama pants, and I was ready to
masturbate again already.

       "I got you all excited, huh?" I heard Carol tease, as she spread her
labia. Her eyes were on my hard cock.

       "Of course!" I lied.

       "Be careful what you do with that thing when I leave, Davis," my
wife said. "It belongs to me."

       *No, my cock belongs only to HIM*, I thought. *He took it away from
you the other day, and you'll never get it back!*

       Once I got hundreds of shots, I let my wife go to work, masturbated
for the second time that morning, and left the house. At work I printed out
every single picture I'd taken on my color printer. Then I sealed them in
an envelope for my master.

       Before going up to bed, I left the envelope of the photos of my
naked wife on the coffee table, right on top of the bodybuilder ad in the
magazine. Written on the envelope was this: "All For You." Why had I taken
such a risk? Because it felt so good to do so. The prospect of getting
caught in my total lust and recklessness thrilled me. I would have given
that black giant anything at that point, even my wife.

       Getting Carol to have sex with me was no problem. I knew how to work
her up, and we'd never had any problems in our sex life. She was eager to
fuck when we got into bed. I planned everything so that it would coincide
with the stranger's timeline. I had to be ready by 11:00, as he ordered.

       Carol and I were about 20 minutes into a nice fuck when I glanced at
the clock and saw that it was 11:00. Time to get into position. I tugged at
my wife while thrusting but she unwittingly resisted, lost in pleasure, her
eyes closed. I tried again, bending my body in hopes of shifting my ass off
the side of the mattress without having to move both of us, but I
couldn't. Then I got smart. "I want you from behind," I growled in her ear,
thrilled that those words were his exact command for me earlier that day. I
felt that he could even control my speech, and I pounded my wife extra hard
at the thought of his control over me, my slavery. She giggled and flopped
over, lifting her free leg so I could slide my cock back into her pussy.

       I gasped with anticipation of what would happen next. My ass hung
off the bed, and I made sure to lift one leg so that my buttocks spread and
exposed my slippery asshole. For an instant I felt extremely ashamed and
scared. How could I be even thinking about doing such a thing – let
alone about to do it? I pulled my cock out of Carol's pussy and paused, as
if teasing her, hoping that the sudden second of silence would alert the
man under our bed that it was time to do whatever it is he intended to
do. Excitement pulsed through my body as my asshole waited for his
touch. My wife panted loudly, gyrating her pelvis. "Put it back in," she
breathed, reaching back to pull me forward. Nothing happened from under the
bed, so I slowly steered my cock toward her eager cunt, feeling
disappointed and stupid. Had he snuck away during the loud fucking? Had
this been a test or a tease?

       As I reentered Carol, she let out a moan of relief. "All the way!
All the way!" In my next thrust, I felt something slide into my anus! One
of his strong fingers! He held it rigid and in place like a steel rod, and
I shifting on it as if sheathing a cock as I fucked my wife. "OH FUCK!" I
groaned, pounding harder and harder, thrilled to finally feel his touch, to
feel his sexual power flowing through me. Suddenly his finger wriggled
violently, churning and plunging, bumping against my prostate and driving
me out of my mind. I couldn't believe that a man was finger-fucking my ass
from under my marriage bed that had been totally monogamous and happy until
now!

       "Shit, Davis!" Carol cried. "What's gotten into you?" Right after
that I felt two more fingers pierce my asshole, all of them thrashing in my
shitshaft, rubbing my prostate in fury. I felt an orgasm mounting, and it
thrilled me that he was going to make me cum, not my wife. "I'm gonna cum!"
I blurted – to him, not her. I crushed against my wife and fucked her
hard while my ass was probed and owned by those powerful fingers of the
strange and fascinating man beneath us. Just as I was about to let out my
load, I felt his breath on the side of my face and his mouth against my
ear! He dared to stand up beside the bed! Fear shot through me instantly,
and he hissed in my ear: "Do you want it to be my cock next time, slut?"
Another finger jammed deep into my anus. "YES!" I pleaded, cumming all over
my wife's ass as I pulled out : "YES! YES! PLEASE!" His breath went away
and I felt his teeth bite into one of my asscheeks again and again. Then
his hot tongue licked my sweaty sphincter quickly, evoking more cum from my
cock.

       Carol voiced her approval: "Mmmmm...thank you, hon." She rolled
around and kissed me. "We needed that, huh?"

       I was relieved that he had gone back under the bed before she turned
toward me. "Yes," I replied. "We needed that. Needed that so bad..."

       "Let's get some rest for the trip tomorrow," my wife sighed, closing
her eyes.

       I couldn't fall asleep, knowing what I knew, and the guilt got worse
and worse as time passed. Carol finally started to snore loudly, and she
farted in her sleep. Then I heard the man stir and slide out onto the floor
by my side of the bed. I turned my head and watched him rise in the dark:
so tall, so muscular. His huge hard cock stuck out of his pants. Not sure
of what to do, afraid that my wife's eyes would open suddenly, I lay there,
holding my breath. What had I done? Why had I given this stranger access to
my home – let alone my body? I loved my wife and family! Why was I
risking it all just for this taboo pleasure?

       Finally he leaned over me and whispered, "Next time it'll be my
cock."

       In disbelief and near panic, I whispered back: "Okay..."

       "Say it," he insisted.

       "Please...my wife might..."

       I felt my cock harden. The threat turned me on. What was happening
to me? "Say it, slut," he said.

       My weakness and helplessness excited me. "Next time it'll be your
cock."

       I could see his grin in the dark. "You belong to me," he said,
almost in a normal voice.

       Carol murmured and shifted her pillow, then became still again. My
heart pounded. I could see the man's long and massive erection and his
huge, hairy scrotum, and I wanted him to take me right there in the bed,
next to my sleeping wife. What the hell was I doing? Maddened by desire and
subservience, I reached back and lifted my top buttcheek, revealing my
asshole. "Do it now," I begged him. "I can't wait. Take my ass now."

       His face lowered close to mine. "Why do want me to do that?" He was
playing with me. He knew that I was under his control.

       I turned my head and nestled my nose against his sweaty neck, rubbed
my nose on his stubbly chin. "Because I want you to claim me," I whispered,
starting to pant. "I want you to steal me from my wife."

       I felt his cockhead press against my sphincter. This was it! I had
never been fucked by a man, and now my first time was going to happen as my
wife slept next to me in bed! It all felt so surreal, like a dream. I felt
delirious with excitement and fear, anticipation and horniness. His cock
pressed in a little harder, teasing my anus. I relaxed the hole more to
accept his huge tool. I wanted it all. Suddenly he pulled away. I
gasped. "No!" I whispered desperately.

       He spoke into my ear: "What if your dear wife wakes up and sees us?"
he said teasingly.

       I groped for his cock and replied carelessly: "I don't care. I need
it now. I need to know what it feels like. Fuck me. Please fuck me..."

       His cockhead returned to the door of my anus, rubbing. Then he
pushed it in farther, making me feel pain. I loved it and wanted
more. About half of his cockhead entered my hot asshole, and then he pulled
away again. His strong hand grabbed my head and yanked it around so that I
was staring straight at his big cock. I could smell my own ass sweat on it.

       "Put it in your mouth," he ordered. "Taste your ass, slut."

       For the first time in my straight life I sucked on a man's
penis. The head stretched my lips, and I tasted my own ass, slurping and
licking as if it were candy. I wanted more and more! I didn't care about
anything else anymore! My free hand cupped his steamy ballsack and caressed
his pubic hair. I let my tongue snake down and lap his balls, tasting sour
sweat. I wanted him to shoot a load onto my face.

       He pulled away, leaving me panting for more. I couldn't think about
anything else. I wanted his cock, cock, cock, cock, cock, cock, cock...

       "The pictures of your whore wife?" he asked gruffly, his face very
close to mine.

       Like a woman I nuzzled his beard with my nose and gazed into his
tough eyes. "Downstairs, on the coffee table." I felt like I was melting. I
wanted him to snatch me up and carry me away forever. I wanted to feel
small and fragile in his big arms. I wanted to please him with my body, be
his white cockslave.

       "Take me with you," I breathed seductively, my waist writhing, my
hands exploring his shoulders and chest. "Take me away from here. Please."

       "You've had too much," he said, shaking his head. "You're cock-crazy
and out of control. Shut the fuck up. I'm leaving now."

       I grasped his shirt and kissed his tree-trunk neck. "No, no. I'm
under total control. Your control. And I can't stand the thought of being
left here without you. Please, take me..."

       "You have a loving wife to take care of," he mocked. His face was
much closer now. Our lips touched.

       "I don't want her anymore," I panted, running my tongue over his big
lips. "I want you. Only you. Oh, please fucking fuck me right on the floor
of this room while she sleeps. Fuck me in the hallway, in front of my kids'
bedrooms, on the stairs, in the living room. Out in the fucking yard or the
street. I don't care what happens. Please...please...master..."

       It was heaven to say the word out loud to him. Master. Yes, he was
my master. My black master. And I was his cock-mad white slave. I found
myself longing for him to kiss me, to fill my mouth with his big
tongue. Why? Was this becoming something more than lust and physical
slavery? Was I falling for this man, developing affectionate feelings for
him? Was I becoming gay, right there next to my wife of 25 years? I opened
my mouth and licked my teeth as a seductive woman would, hoping to lure him
to tongue-kiss me. I closed my eyes and waited, giddy with
expectation. "Kiss me, master," I whispered in a feminine voice. "Claim me
as yours..."

       "You were mine the minute I walked in on you taking a shit,
whiteboy."

       "What can I do to make you want me, truly want me?" I pleaded. "Tell
me."

       His lips touched mine as he replied: "I want you to be my white
whore. I want you to be my little white bitch."

       My head fell back and I sighed. "Yessss... your bitch...your little
white bitch..."

       His hot breath was gone, and I saw that he had left. The next
morning I saw that the photos of Carol were gone.

____

       I heard nothing from the stranger for five days straight. I waited
for him to come to the house, even drove to the park several times after
work. By Friday I was low and hopeless, in painful withdrawal. I moped at
home and dragged myself through the motions at work. Usually I could
confide in our pastor, Tara, when I was feeling bad, but this wasn't the
sort of thing I could share with her.

       In two hours I'd be off for the day. I'd arranged a status-report
meeting with my staff, and I was in my office preparing. As I gathered some
folders and other things I'd need, I noticed an overturned photograph lying
in the center of my desk. It hadn't been there when I was last in the
office. Who had left it there? I turned it over and gasped to see that it
was one of the nude pictures I'd taken of my wife! And a big black dick was
drawn on it with a permanent marker! The dick was drawn right at her gaping
vagina, as if ready to fuck her.

       Instantly aroused, I snatched up the photo and put it in a desk
drawer. He'd been here! But how? Had anyone seen him? Was he a ghost? I
felt a lump in my throat, and my cock hardened. Was he still around?  The
meeting would start soon, so I went to the bathroom to piss.

       As I stood at the urinal, I heard someone stirring in one of the
toilet stalls. Then I heard a voice. "Come here." Him! The stranger! My
black master! My heart flipped, and I ran to the stall without even zipping
up my pants. Inside the stall he sat on the toilet, his pants around his
ankles, his huge penis flopped over his left thigh, half-hard. His body
odor filled the area, and I became even hornier. I stared at his bushy
pubic hair and wanted to suffocate in it.

       "Do your duty, slut."

       My eyes bulged with lust and desire. My tongue hung out, and I
gasped: "Oh fuck...oh motherfuck..." I couldn't believe that I was at work
and about to blow a black man's cock. Anyone could walk in at any time! I'd
be disgraced and fired! My family would be told! I'd lose everything dear
to me! I hesitated for a second, staring at and hungering for that
beast-like slab of fuckmeat, the perfect veiny penis of that black god, but
then plunged forward to suck and worship. I didn't fucking care about the
consequences. The privilege of blowing that hot cock was all I needed!

       I reached between my thighs and began beating off my little white
mouse as I teased the cockhead before taking the top half of the tool in my
mouth. My slobber poured down his shaft and onto his hairy balls. I slid my
face down and swabbed his scrotum with my open mouth, smashing my nose
against the wrinkly, smelly skin and sniffing in hard. I went insane with
arousal, grunting and moaning, jacking off my little dick while praising
his superior one. When the stranger started to let out short grunts and
groans of pleasure, my cock shot cum all over my hand and the base of the
toilet. I couldn't hold it. Pleasing my master was the ultimate thrill!

       "Stop," he commanded. Then he stood up, turned around, and knelt
before the toilet with his huge hairy ass in my face. His purplish asshole
gaped right near my nose, and I sniffed in the strong scent. This was
nothing like my wife! She couldn't compete with this intoxication! All I
wanted was this beautiful beast-god. I welcomed the new task and lapped his
asscrack with my tongue, kissing the sphincter tenderly and then wildly,
grunting like an animal. His sounds got louder, egging me on, driving me
further under his power, heightening my new gay addiction. I fucked his
anus with my rigid tongue, coating my entire face, even my eyelids, with
the delicious slime. I wanted to stink of him! I wanted my wife to smell
him on me when I returned home! I wanted to stink like him forever and
ever!

       When I noticed that his engorged ballsack swung under the slick
mess, I gasped and grabbed it with my hands, massaging and slapping,
pulling on them, loving them. His groans quickened, and I knew he was close
to orgasm. He turned around and sat on the toilet again, steering his
bloated cockhead at my open mouth. He masturbated that big penis, staring
at my slutty face, gritting his teeth in a hateful sneer that turned me on
even more. I liked that I was a cum rag for him, a worthless whore, his
pig. I wished my wife could see this. I wanted her to know that her husband
belonged to this black god, that my body was his toy.

       "You fucking dirty whore!" he hissed, jerking off furiously.

       I closed my eyes and grinned for him. "Yessss! I'm your fucking
dirty whore! Cum on my face!"

       "Bitch! Slut! Little Daddy shit! I'll fucking fuck your little white
ass!"

       "Yes! Yes! I'm your bitch, your slut, your Daddy shit! Fuck my
little white ass, master! Fuck it now!" I whirled around and spread my
asscheeks. His mighty hands gripped my waist and pulled me down on top of
his concrete cock! I sheathed that massive thing in one swoop, and pain
shot through my entire body! I bit my fist to keep from screaming! The
pleasure was indescribable! I almost fainted right there in the stall! The
stranger pounded my ass upward so hard that I bounced up and down like a
child in his lap! I felt cum spurt from my cock again.

       "I'm gonna fuck your wife next, you piece of shit!" he growled in my
ear. "Gonna tear up her pussy and ass!"

       I leaned back so that I could kiss his sweat-drenched neck and
nuzzle his mouth. "She's yours, stud! Take her! Take her like you're taking
me! Make her cum like you make me cum! Own her with that big black
god-dick! Oh yessss!"

       "UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGH!" I felt his fire-hot load shoot into my anus
and I couldn't help but moan loudly as it seemed to fill me to my chest! My
master's load was inside me! I wished it could impregnate me so that I
could have his baby! I had fallen into total madness over this perfect
human being! He pulled his penis out of my torn asshole, and I slumped to
the stall floor, babbling incoherently, rubbing my cum-soaked dick,
sniffing in the sex reek around us.

       "Put your number in this phone." He handed me a cell phone. I
absently tapped in my number, luxuriating in the cum and comedown from
intense pleasure. I wanted nothing else but cock for the rest of my life.

       I watched that huge half-hard monster swing above my face, and I
lapped at it lightly with my tongue. "I worship your big black cock," I
sighed. "That big black cock is my god."

       The stranger rolled his eyes. "I fucked you out, whiteboy. Happens
to the strongest and straightest of you. You become like obsessed girls."

       "You've done this before?" I asked, somewhat jealous.

       "What do you think, slut? You're special? Now shut up and do what I
told you. I'll give you a call when I want my slut to come runnin' to
me. Got it?"

       I closed my eyes at the thought of bring his slave. "Yessss..."

       "I can make you do anything I want you to do, slut," he said.

       "Oh yeah?" I grinned coyly, feeling like a flirtatious girl.

       "For instance, before I'm done with you, you're gonna fuck that
female pastor from your church."

       At once my cock softened. "What did you say?" How did he know about
Pastor Tara?

       "You're gonna fuck your pastor," he repeated louder.

       I shook my head. "No...not that. That's...too far..."

       "You will."

       "I...I can't. I'm sorry, but she runs my church...She would
refuse...I just can never..."

       He grabbed my balls and squeezed them. "Never mind for now,
mouse. Just be ready for my next call."

       "Yessss..." I sighed, thinking he had been teasing me. The thought
of his weird prediction faded away.

       "And make sure that asshole is good and ready for a lot of
cock. Pre-lubed."

       "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you..." I repeated as I
heard him zip up and leave the bathroom.

____

       "Are you falling out of love with me, Davis?" my wife asked after
the kids left the dinner table and left us alone together in the dining
room.

       "What do you mean, Carol?" I rolled my eyes, afraid to look at her
directly and give myself away.

       She reached over and caressed my arm. "The way you've been behaving
lately, honey. It's obvious to all of us. The kids think you're mad at or
bored with them. You know, Tara and Ron keep inviting us over for dinner,
but I never know what to tell them. They're our friends, Davis! What's
going on? Tell me."

       Focusing on the centerpiece flowers, I replied softly, "I guess I'm
just feeling low about getting older. Nervous about what the future
holds. You know. I'll...I'll call Tara tomorrow. I promise."

       Her hand gripped my arm lovingly. "You can share your worries with
me. I'm your wife."

       The image of the stranger's shiny dark cockhead flashed in my
mind. My dick stirred, and I felt horniness for him building
immediately. Every time there was a chance to return my wife's tenderness
and regain some love and loyalty for her and the family, it was as if the
stranger's power stepped in and stole me away again. I wanted to run to him
and kneel before his mighty balls, smash my nose into them, sniffing and
rubbing, my tongue straining to lap his sweaty taint in filthy worship. "I
know, I know," I said. "Thank you, baby."

       My cell phone rang. My heart leaped. "Might be work!" I cried,
jumping up and running out of the room.

       When I got to the front porch I answered the phone. "Hello?"

       "Have a nice dinner, pig?" the stranger asked.

       My erection reached total fullness at the sound of his
voice. "Yes. Are you watching us?" I scanned the street.

       "Never mind that," he said. "Make some excuse to leave now. I want
you to come downtown, to The Winged Stallion."

       "The gay bar?" I couldn't believe this was happening.

       "Where else, faggot?"

       That thrilled me immensely. I touched my hard dick through my
pants. "Yessss..."

       "Asshole pre-lubed. And have that mouth ready for some violent
stretching."

       "What do you mean? What am I going to have to do?"

       "Shut the fuck up, white boy. Be there within an hour."

       "Yes..." I paused. Then I asked, "What should I call you? I still
don't know your name."

       "What do you want to call me, whiteboy?"

       Without a thought I answered, "I want to call you master."

       "Then fucking call me master," he laughed cruelly. "Fuck, did my
cock knock you silly."

       I closed my eyes and wanted to cum. "Yes, it did. Master."

       "Prepare yourself, white boy. You're in for a wild ride." He hung
up.

       "Who was that?" I heard my wife ask behind me.

       I didn't dare to turn around since my dick was so hard. "Work. Gotta
go in ASAP."

       "What the fuck, Davis?"

       "Back off, Carol!" I snapped. "Leave me the fuck alone."

       I heard her storm away.

       The phone rang again. It was Pastor Tara. I pressed the decline
button.


____

       Within an hour I was standing at one of the three bar counters in
the vast interior of The Winged Stallion. Everywhere around me there were
handsome and good-smelling men dancing, flirting or making out. Though I'd
never felt any desire for such sights all my life, now I found myself
getting very excited and wishing I had the guts to flirt with another
man. The sweat and cologne and stubble and hair fueled my dirty new desire,
and I sat down on a stool to hide my erection.

       Just as I was starting on my third Jack and Coke (and getting pretty
buzzed), I felt Master's big hand on my shoulder. I turned to see him: so
clean and sharply dressed. I almost gasped. I felt so lucky and special:
that this mighty man had chosen me as his plaything, that I was his
possession in that sea of horny men. I thought of all the semen that was
building in all those balls in all those pants, and the image of countless
cocks exploding all over my face and naked body made me dizzy.

       "How does this place make you feel, white boy?" master asked.

       "Horny as fuck," I whispered. "I can't believe I'm saying this."

       "See anything you like?" he teased.

       I looked around and noticed a few very hot men. I pointed to
them. "They'd do."

       "What would you like to do with them?"

       My dick straining in my pants, I confessed: "I want to worship their
cocks and sacks as I do yours. I want to make them cum, please them."

       "Would you offer your ass to them?" Master pushed.

       I focused on the sexiest of the three and realized that my mouth was
hanging open in desire. "Yes," I said. "I want to feel their hot loads
shoot into my asshole."

       "Good." The master pulled me from the stool and nudged me to walk
forward. "Go up to the second level and find a booth way at the back, in
the shadows. I'll be right up."

       "Yes, master," I said.

       Several minutes later, the master appeared with the man who I
thought was the most attractive of the three I'd pointed to. Fear shot
through me, though my dick grew again. The man smiled and winked at me as
he slid into the booth.

       "Here," said Master, handing me a pill. "Take this now."

       I hesitated. "What is it? A drug?"

       The handsome man pushed my hand toward my mouth. "It's fine. I took
one a half hour ago. I feel awesome. You'll love it." His breath smelled
like mint.

       I popped the pill and chased it with my drink. "What's it going to
do?"

       The master just smiled. "Do what you said you wanted to do to this
guy."

       I looked from the man to the master. "Really? To him?"

       "Now," ordered Master. "I'll be back in a little while."

       Master left and I shyly faced the man. He smiled at me and said,
"First time?"

       "Well, no. I did it with the mas – er – him..."

       "He's something else, huh?"

       "You can say that again. I'm sorry, but this is making me nervous."

       The man guided my hand to his crotch so I could feel his throbbing
hard-on. "Don't be nervous," he sighed. "My cock and balls are your toys
for now. Plus, when that pill kicks in, which will be soon, you won't give
a fuck anymore." He slipped his pants and underwear down around his ankles
and spread his thighs. I felt the heat from his genitals hit my nearby
hand. I gripped his cock and scrotum instantly, loving the damp, tender,
wrinkly feeling. I played with his genitals for a while before crawling
under the table and pushing my face into his groin. The smell of his sweaty
balls overwhelmed me, and I kissed that hot sack all over, my nose sniffing
his huge cockhead as it pressed into my nostrils.

       Not being able to delay any longer, I let that cockhead into my
mouth, instantly addicted. Never again would I crave pussy. Cock was so
much better, so much more exciting. And sucking like a whore was
unbelievably pleasurable. I used one hand to caress his big balls and jerk
his shaft while my other hand was used to jerk off my own cock.

       "That's it," the man grunted, thrusting his pelvis slightly under
the table. "Suck that cock, you filthy slut. Make me cum in your whore
mouth..."

       I removed my mouth and gasped, "I want your cum!"

       His hand shoved my face down and forced me to resume the sucking. I
loved the force of his hand on the back of my head. *I'm a fucking
worthless animal*, I thought, blowing the man's cock furiously. *I'm his
animal!*

       Suddenly three more men slid into the booth and dropped their pants
and underwear around their ankles. All I could smell was sweaty men's
crotches now, and my eyes bulged at their gorgeous, steamy cocks and
scrotums. I knew that it was my duty to blow them too. To blow anyone my
master sent to me. I was a filthy cocksucker, nothing more.

       I eventually got into a rhythmic groove, going from one quivering
cock to the next, jerking cocks off at the sides and blowing the middle
one, licking big, saliva-coated balls, kissing thick sweaty bushes of male
pubic hair. My identity was gone, and I was just a wet machine, slobbering
and sucking, moaning and gasping: a wet hole for any cock in the world to
own and use.

       Then I felt someone spank my upturned ass from the other side of the
table, and I realized that the stranger had returned. "Keep going," he
ordered.

       "Mmmm hmmm..." I groaned, moving to another penis.

       "Mike, tell my new mouse who you are while he blows you," said the
stranger.

       "My name...is...Mike...and I'm married to...unngh...a
woman...unngh...named Janis...have...ohmygod...two children...a son and
daughter...oh fuck..." I buried my face in the space between his balls and
one of his thighs, sniffing and nuzzling, letting my tongue flicker his
taint. "I'm a foreman for a...oh fuck...cement company...fuck!"

       I felt a tap on my ass. "Move on."

       I shifted over to the next guy's crotch and teased the huge
cockhead, hearing him force himself to say "I'm Rick...married to
Heather...for 15 years...uhhhhhhh...have a...daughter in college...and a
daughter in high school...yeeeeaaah, oh yeeeaaah...son in middle
school...real estate manager...I'm gonna fucking cummmmm..." His load
exploded into my mouth, causing me to moan loudly. I felt my master's hand
squeeze one of my asscheeks and slide some fingers against my soaked
asshole.

       "I'm going to cum too, master!" I cried, jerking my dick. "I'm going
to fucking cum!"

       The stranger spanked me and growled, "Don't you dare,
whitebread. Not yet."

       "Ohhhh, pleeeease..."

       "Suck those cocks, whore."

       I obeyed and moved to the next penis. The man whined and squirmed
like a child as I served him. "Oh, fuck..." he grunted. "Oh, fuck..."

       "Who are you?" the stranger demanded.

       "Art! Wife's name is Gayle! No children! Fuck! Conversion-therapy
counselor! Aaaaaahhhh!" His cum filled my mouth and he thrust his thick
bush against my nose. "Holy fuuuuuuck!"

       I moved to the next penis and the next, and each man identified
himself. I guessed that the stranger had them do this in order to be
humiliated, so reveal who they were betraying for their master. It turned
me on that the crotches I pleasured, the scrotums that I smashed my slick
face into, belonged to husbands and fathers, earners of good wages and
workers in respectable careers. Right now they were just isolated genitals,
smelly body parts owned by the powerful stranger and entertained by me,
their worthless whore.

       After I made all the men cum, leaving them slumped on the booth
seat, eyes closed, their cocks dripping and twitching, the master told me
to back up and lift my ass higher. I obeyed. He yanked my cock and balls
between my legs like a dog's leash. I wailed in pain and pleasure. "This
ass is mine!" he growled. Then he shoved his hard cock into my soaked
asshole, fucking me like a savage right there for all to see. As I groaned
on all fours, the men in the booth jerked off until they shot loads of cum
onto my face and into my gaping mouth. I wanted more and more and more. I
was cum-mad, delirious on cock.

       I opened my eyes and noticed that the men were leaning down to watch
me get fucked. Their eyes bulged, and their mouths hung open. "Fuck him!"
they breathed. "Fuck that mouse's ass!"

       "You boys invite your wives?" the stranger asked, pounding my
asshole over and over again.

       "Yessss..." the men replied, their eyelids fluttering. "They'll be
here..."

       The master's cock slipped out of my ass, causing me to gasp like a
girl. I wanted more and jiggled my buttcheeks to lure him back. "Finish in
me?" I pleaded. "Cum in my ass!"

       "Shut the fuck up," the master said. "Get up."

       I obeyed, of course. The men and I pulled up our pants and stood
before the stranger, awaiting further orders.

       "Boys, go to the back room and get naked for me. We'll have a little
meeting before your wives are directed to us."

       The men nodded and hurried away. I gazed at the stranger, in love
with his physique, his authority, his control over my body and mind.

       "I turned them months ago. They belong to me as you belong to me."

       "I know what their cum tastes like..." I marveled, feeling some of
the leftover cum in my mouth.

       "You're a fucking dirty cunt," said the master. "What will your wife
think?"

       I closed my eyes and smiled. "She'll hate me...divorce me..."

       "Does that disturb you?"

       "Nooooo..." I answered, shocked that I meant it.

       "Do you want me to stop?" the stranger asked. "Want me to let you go
back to your normal life?"

       I opened my eyes and looked directly into his eyes. "No! No, I want
this forever!"

       "Who is your master?"

       "You are!"

       "Who owns your body?"

       "You do!"

       "Do you surrender your body to my cock?"

       "I surrender my body to your cock!"

       "Good slut. Now come with me to the back room."

       "Yes, sir."

       The back room was very spacious and had its own bar, tables, sofas
and juke box. The men I had serviced were naked and waiting with their
asses facing us. Their flaccid cocks and balls hung and swayed between
their legs, and their asscheeks were naturally spread to reveal their pink
and brown assholes. I became hard at the sight instantly. It made my mind
spin to think of how I had had all of those cocks and sacks in my mouth,
that I had swallowed their cum. What would my family think of me if they
ever found out?

       "What do you boys want?" the stranger asked sternly, standing behind
the men.

       "TO BE FUCKED BY OUR MASTER'S COCK!" they replied in unison, shaking
their asses in anticipation.

       "And who do your bodies belong to?"

       "OUR BODIES BELONG TO YOU!"

       My penis was hard as steel now, and I found myself stroking it
through my pants. I wanted to get down on the floor with them and feel the
stranger's godlike black monster in my ass again. I thought of how the men
were all married and all knew parenthood, just like me, and that they had
somehow been claimed and owned by a mighty stranger, just like me. It
turned me on to be just another one of the master's conquests. I was
nothing more than a cockwhore. And I loved it.

       "The stranger picked up an open beer and poured beer down on the
men's assholes. Foam hissed all over their cheeks and on their
sphincters. "AHHHHHH..." they sighed with pleasure.

       Finally, the stranger crouched down behind Mike and plunged his huge
penis into the open ass. Mike let out a shriek and his whole body
shook. "OH MY GOD! OH FUCK!"

       "Me! Me!"  pleaded Rick, wiggling his ass like a whore.

       "And me!" cried Art.  Then the next guy and the next. I realized
that eight men were in a row, all eager to feel the stranger's cock in
their bodies.

       As the stranger fucked Mike, he reached around and gripped the man's
cock and balls in his massive hand. "Did these little dicky and balls make
your children, Mike?"

       Mike bucked his ass back and forth to take the master's
cock. "YE...YE...YES!!! I MADE MY KIDS WITH THEM!"

       The stranger squeezed harder. "They impregnated your wife with your
cum?"

       "UUUUHHH...UHHHH...YES! THEY MADE MY WIFE...MY
WIFE...UHHHH...PREGNANT!"

       "And now they belong to me!"

       "And now they're yours! Yours! Yes! Yes! Yours! Only yours! Oh,
don't stop! Don't stop fucking me!"

       I was insane with lust and desire, and I couldn't help but run over
and grab my master's asscheeks, caressing them, feeling the sweat on them,
slapping them lovingly. I fell to my knees and shoved my face into his
asscrack, sniffing in sweat and stink. My penis came instantly, shooting
all over the floor.

       The stranger withdrew from Mike and went on to the next man, fucking
him mercilessly.  He did the same thing with his dick and balls,
interrogating the man: "You used to be your wife's stud with this cock,
huh?"

       "YES, YES!"

       "But now you're just my little bitch."

       "I'M YOUR LITTLE BITCH!"

       "Pretty soon I'm gonna rule your wife's body. I'll be her stud from
now on."

       "YOU'RE HER STUD NOW! HER BODY IS YOURS! YOURS!"

       The stranger did this to each man, making them confess their
penises' former potency and authority, and their current slavery status. I
was so aroused I could hardly think. I wondered what these men's wives
would say when they arrived.

       "Up, up!" the stranger ordered. "Clean yourselves off and get
dressed. Your wives will be here soon."

       "What will you do to them, master?" asked one of the men, still
panting, gazing at the stranger adoringly.

       "Never mind. I'll do whatever I want to them."

       "Yessss..." gasped Mike, his eyelids drooping. "Whatever you
want..."

       I ran to the stranger's side. "Please! Let me call my wife and tell
her to come down too! I want you to take her!"

       He looked down at me and shook his head. "Not yet."

       I knelt before him. "Please, master! I want to surrender her body to
your cock!"

       The stranger pushed me away like trash. "I want you to go to that
bar and drink anything until you're shitfaced, pig."

       "But..."

       "NOW."

       "Yes, master."

       "All of you get drunk!" the master commanded. Of course, all of us,
his sex slaves, obeyed.

____

       About an hour later the wives arrived and were directed into the
room. They were confused and worried, murmuring amongst themselves, looking
around cautiously until they realized that their husbands, who were now
quite drunk and stumbling around, were over at the bar. They ran to the men
and began questioning them.

       Whatever that pill was, it had kicked in along with the alcohol I
was pounding, and I felt both weightless and heavy at the same time. And my
penis was rock-solid and extremely horny. I noticed that the other men's
cocks were erect and bulging in their pants.

       "Relax, babe," Art assured his wife, guzzling his beer. "Just
chill."

       "But why do you have a hard-on?"

       "Don't worry about it, Gayle. Seriously."

       The other men did the same for their wives. Minutes after, the
stranger entered the room, holding the hand of a heavy-set but extremely
sexy black woman who seemed to be at least a decade the stranger's
senior. The woman's huge breasts bounced heavily with every movement, and
her tight dress showed off a massive ass that excited me deeply. Her strong
perfume filled the room.

       "This is my wife," the stranger announced, slapping her
buttocks. "Her name is Portia."

       "Hi, Portia!" the other men and I said in unison. The wives just
stared suspiciously, sizing up Portia and wondering what was going on.

       "What is this all about?" Mike's wife, Janis, demanded. The other
wives nodded and muttered in agreement.

       "You're our honored guests, ladies," the stranger said, walking over
to them. "We want you to enjoy yourselves."

       "How do you know our husbands?" asked Heather, Rick's wife. "Rick
never goes to places like this. Are you a co-worker at the firm?"

       The stranger touched her shoulder and rubbed it. "He's sort of my
worker," he said mischievously.

       "What the fuck does that mean?"

       Just then Portia cut in, sliding her arm around Heather's thin
waist. "Girl, you ask too many questions. I think you need to get to know
Miss Portia, and soon you'll understand everything just fine."

       "Take your arm off me!" Gayle protested, squirming out of Portia's
hold. "Rick, let's get out of this shithole!"

       "Baby, hold on..." Rick shot apologetic eyes at the master. "Sorry,
sir."

       "SIR?" Heather repeated. "You call him sir? What the fuck is wrong
with you, Rick?"

       Rick, very drunk and off-balance, fell into the stranger's mighty
arms and started giggling uncontrollably. I joined in with the laugh since
I was feeling really crazy from the booze and pill. Then the other guys
caught the giggles.

       Not saying a word, the stranger pulled down Rick's pants and gripped
his hard cock and balls in his big hand. "This is why he calls me sir,
Heather," the stranger said calmly. Rick groaned with pleasure, his knees
buckling and his body hanging limp in his master's arms.

       "Rick! No!" Heather screamed, lunging at the stranger. She was
stopped by Portia, who trapped her in some kind of wrestling lock.

       "That's quite enough, white girl," Portia scolded. "Time to mind
your manners in front of my husband! Hear me?"

       "Fuck you!" Heather cried, flailing and looking to the other women
for help.

       The other women stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do.

       "Boys, give your wives some nice drinks," said the stranger.

       The men knew what to do. They mixed some drinks and dropped a couple
of those funny pills into each of them. Then they held out the glasses for
their wives to take.

       "Fuck that! We're leaving!" Heather protested.

       "Please, just drink it," her husband pleaded. "Trust me."

       The stranger stepped toward Heather in a somewhat intimidating
manner. "All of you: drink now. You'll be better off if you do."

       Clearly threatened, the women reluctantly emptied their glasses.

       "Portia, take these girls into the other room and get
them...oriented," said the stranger.

       Portia laughed and spanked Heather's little ass. "Gotcha, you sexy
man! C'mon, girls! Follow Miss Portia!"

       The husbands urged their wives to cooperate, and the women left with
the stranger's wife. I was amazed at how easily that big woman had
established authority over them.

       "What will Portia do to them?" I asked the master.

       "That doesn't matter," he replied, grinning. "It's what THEY will do
to HER that matters. But you'll have to see it to believe it. Go ahead into
the other room, pig. Watch my wife doing what she does best."

       "And what's that?"

       "Seducing straight women. With almost zero effort."

       The thought of my own wife being overpowered by the master's wife
thrilled me. "Like what you did to me..." I sighed.

       "Yes. What I did to you. What I did to every man here."

       I went to him sadly. "Then...then I'm not special? You've done the
same to the other men? You went to their houses?"

       "Of course!" the stranger laughed. "You're not special, little
mouse. You're just of countless slaves."

       "Countless?" I asked, feeling aroused by the degradation.

       "Countless! Now get the fuck outta my sight and go watch how those
wives surrender to Portia."

       "Yes, master..."

       The wives were arguing with each other and with Portia when I
entered the next room. When they saw me they hurried over, as if I would
free them from the situation. Slight signs of their inebriation were
evident, but they were still pretty lucid.

       "There's no cell service here!" one wife said, shaking her
phone. "Can you get someone to help us, please?"

       I shook my head. "It's OK," I said. "Nobody's going to hurt you."'

       Portia, always smiling, took off her high-heeled shoes, pulled off
her dress and cast away her bra so that she was buck naked before us. Then
she lay back on a huge bed, spreading her thighs and revealing a bushy,
purplish pussy. The stink of the pussy cut through her strong perfume and
filled the entire room. The scent of her asshole blended with the
stink. The wives sniffed at the air, disoriented and shocked, trying to
make sense of what was happening. Their confusion died down in the next
several seconds, and the alcohol and pills kicked into high gear in their
blood, and soon they were totally silent, except for heavy breathing. Their
heads began to nod and their arms dropped to their sides. Purses fell to
the floor.

       "Anyone here hungry?" Portia asked, spreading her pussy with her
fingers. A bright flash of the pink of her vagina was visible. A fresh
blast of stink struck our nostrils.

       The wives gaped at the sight, their jaws slack, their eyes wide and
unblinking. "Hungry...for...what?" Gayle asked slowly, sounding as if she
were very groggy.

       Portia cackled. "Hungry for some cunt, white girl! What else is
there to eat up in here?"

       "For...cunt..." Gayle murmured absently. She started at Portia's
body.

       "Your boobs..." said Janis. "They're so...so...big..."

       "Ten of mine could fit into one of them," Heather added, her eyelids
drooping. She took a step forward. "Can I...just...touch one?"

       "Touch one?" Portia hollered. "You gonna suck both of `em, honey!"

       Heather shuffled to the bed and fell onto it, never looking away
from Portia's naked body. "Suck..." she sighed. "Both..." Then she thrust
her face between the massive breasts, licking and sucking them, worshipping
the enormous dark nipples, grunting and sighing. The other women watched
silently, their eyes bulging with amazement and desire.

       Rick's wife seemed to lose her mind completely, voraciously licking
and sucking on Portia's boobs, nipping at the nipples with her teeth,
groaning with excitement. She'd become so horny and infantile that she
began grunting "Momma, momma" over and over again, her eyes sleepy, her ass
turned up in the air. Her skirt rode high up on her thighs so that her
buttcheeks and G-string panties were visible to everyone.

       Gayle was next to approach the bed, and without hesitation she
plunged her face between Heather's buttocks, pushing aside the G-string
with her nose then sniffing and licking Heather's brown asshole. Janis ran
over and was the first to bury her face in Portia's smelly pussy and
enormous bush. Finally, all the other wives participated in a mass
pleasure-giving for both Heather and the stranger's wife. Everyone got
naked and resumed the intoxicated orgy, the scent of pussy and asshole
filling the room. I masturbated to the scene, eager to have my wife join in
with these seduced sluts as soon as possible. After some effort, I forced
myself to return to the other room.

       "Well, pig?" the master asked. "Are the wives taken care of?"

       "Yesssss," I replied, smiling. "Your wife has made them understand."

       "Go tell them to come back here. And tell my wife that she has done
well and can go home."

       I did as I was ordered, and soon the wives, naked and panting and
drunk on sex, staggered into the room, their eyes crazed and their mouths
hanging open. The husbands moaned at the sight. "Thank you, master!" they
cried.

       The stranger went over to the panting women and dropped his pants so
that his huge penis hung before them. "Sniff it!" he commanded. The wives
fell to their knees and fought to put their noses near or on his
magnificent penis. "What does it smell like?"

       "Someone's asshole!" one of them gasped.

       "You fucked someone's ass!" another said.

       The stranger laughed. "You mean ASSES, plural. I fucked all of your
husbands' asses, and they wailed like whores while I did it."

       There was a collective groan of approval among the women. The men
also groaned, beating off their cocks furiously.

       "And this man," the stranger said, pointing to me, "sucked all of
their cocks and balls."

       "I WANT TO SEE IT!" growled Heather, licking big pubic hairs from
her lips. "I WANT TO SEE MY HUSBAND'S ASS GET FUCKED!"

       "YES!" the others begged. "SHOW US! SHOW US!"

       "And give us more pills! Please!" begged another wife.

       "MORE PILLS!" Heather cried.

       The stranger gave each woman two more pills. They gobbled them up
desperately.

       As the stranger anally pounded the husbands, the wives ate out each
other's pussies and assholes, orgasming as they'd never orgasmed in their
lives.


       I hardly remembered going home that night.  The next morning I awoke
to find Carol going down on me. She kissed my belly and pecked my pubic
hair then sheathed my hard penis in her hot mouth. She'd always been a pro
at blowjobs, and it felt really good, but I felt annoyed by her, mainly
because all I could think about was the next meeting with the stranger. I
wanted to know what it felt like to be *his* woman, not *her* man! I wanted
my asshole to be used as a pussy.

       Soon I lost my erection, which disappointed my wife. "What's wrong,
Davis?" she insisted. "You're never limp!"

       "I don't know. Just stressed out, I guess."

       Carol got up and headed for the hallway. "Well, it's starting to
have bad consequences on our marriage and family, Davis. You'd better get
it together." She stormed away.

____

       Before leaving for work that morning, my wife apologized for what
she said and suggested that we have a long talk before bed later and get
things out in the open. I agreed. I watched her car disappear down the road
and decided to get ready for work. I took a shower and walked naked into
the bedroom to air dry and get dressed. When I walked in, I saw the
stranger sitting on the bed! He has taken off his shirt to reveal his
amazing upper body and torso. I gasped at the sight, instantly thrilled
that this man had once again invaded my marriage sanctum.

       I did a 360 so that he could see my entire body. I felt like a
naughty girl nude before her boyfriend for the first time. Since I was so
clean and fresh, I felt bold, even desirable. My cock was hard within
seconds, and my balls flapped as I pranced before him, smiling like a
teasing whore. "You like my body?" I asked.

       "Shut the fuck up, whitebread. Come here."

       I swooped to the side of the bed and got on my knees, ready to serve
him in any way. Brazenly, I started kissing his hard belly and steel chest,
sniffing in his manly scent and moaning as I jacked off my dick. My wife
had just had my cock in her mouth right on that very bed hardly two hours
ago, and there I was worshipping the body of a black man.

       He must've been in a decent mood, because he didn't stop me. In
fact, he lay back and let me take out his massive cock and balls and have
fun with them. I rubbed his sack with my nose as I kissed his taint and
licked his asshole. Then, too excited to contain myself, I stood up, spread
my asscheeks and plunged down on that magnificent monster cock. "FUCK MY
ASS, MASTER!" I grunted. "RUIN ME ON MY MARRIAGE BED!"

       He allowed me only four or five hops and then he tossed me aside
like a doll. "Fuck, you're a junkie now!" he mocked.

       "Does this happen to all of your conquests?" I asked.

       He zipped up and stood. "All of them. Not one survives. You all
become cock-crazy in the blink of an eye."

       "Do you turn us gay? Why don't our marriages hold us back?"

       "Nothing matters: marriage, religion, sexual orientation. Once I
teach you whiteboys who's boss, you'd kill for more and more. You're no
different."

       I stroked my cock thinking about how weak I was, how I'd offered
almost no resistance, how I'd surrendered my entire marriage in a matter of
days. I loved the feeling of total submission. I was going to cum. "Oh
oh...oh I'm gonna cummmm...cummmm..."

       Suddenly the stranger jumped on the bed and one of his bear hands
clamped around the top of my cock, two fingers pinching the head so tightly
that the orgasm was stopped in its tracks. I felt my balls pulsate, trying
to pump out cum, but his mighty hand wouldn't let anything out. I felt both
pleasure and agony. "Oh fuck! Let me cum! Please let me cum!"

       "No," the stranger said calmly, pinching harder.

       I writhed on the bed, wanting to cum, whimpering. "Please, master,
please let me cum...it hurts...hurts..."

       Then, just to torture me, the stranger stuck his thumb deep into my
asshole, rubbing my prostate.

       "AAAAAHHHHH!" I shrieked. " INEEDACUM! INEEDACUM!
INEEDANEEDANEEDACUUUUUMMMMM!"

       Without warning his fingers let go and the stranger put his mouth
over my cockhead as it pumped out globs and globs of hot cum. I filled his
big mouth, screaming like a girl, slamming my arms on the bed madly. Then
the stranger pressed his mouth on mine and wrestled my tongue with his, our
tongues swirling in the bubbly cum.

       "You fucking whore," he growled.

       "Oh my fucking god..."

       The stranger dressed and went to the door to leave. "I've arranged
for you to help renovate the rundown structures at Goat Park, starting on
Saturday," he said. "I told the parks and recreation people that you are a
talented painter who can decorate the facades. You'll start with the
bathroom building, the men's end first."

       "So, I just go up there and start painting what? A mural?"

       "A pretty scene, child-friendly," said the stranger.

       "Why did you do this?" I asked, excited to finally be doing
something productive with my art.

       "You'll notice a hole drilled through the wall facing the field," he
said. "It'll be about waist high."

       "And?"

       "You'll suck my cock through that hole."

       "You made a gloryhole to the exterior?" I exclaimed.

       "Yes, pig."

       "Okay..."

       "One more thing," he said, grinning like a devil. "Bring your family
with you."

       Fear shot through me. "Are you serious? They'll...they'll *see*
me...doing that!"

       "No, they won't," the stranger reassured me. "Just do as I say."

       I remembered filling his mouth with my cum, and my eyes fluttered
with lust. "Yesss, master. I'll do anything you want..."

       I ached for more cock as my master left me alone in the smelly
bedroom. After lying on the bed for a while, I hurriedly stripped the bed
and washed the soiled sheets and blankets before Carol returned from work.

___

       The stranger called me that Friday and put me in touch with some
guys in charge of caretaking Goat Wood, and they gave me all the necessary
information for the renovation project. They wanted some kind of a nature
scene painted as a mural all around the bathroom building. A contractor had
been hired to gut and remodel the entire interior the following week, so I
knew that my rendezvous with the stranger wouldn't be endangered from that
end. What I had to worry about was obeying his outrageous command without
my kids and wife noticing me blowing a big black cock through a
gloryhole. Still, the thought of what I had to do excited me greatly, and I
masturbated several times while anticipating it.

       I told Carol the promising news later that evening, and she
congratulated me with a sincere kiss and hug. "I'm so happy for you, hon!"
she cheered. "And it'll be such a nice day for all of us to spend time
together at the park!"

       "I can't wait," I said, imagining my lips stretched over the
master's giant cockhead.

       Carol took off her work clothes and looked for her bum-around
clothes in a drawer. I used to peek at her naked ass and crotch and try to
convince her to have sex, but nowadays I hardly noticed – if at all. All
I could desire was the stranger's superior body and authority.

       "By the way, our pastor and her husband asked how you're doing. You
haven't been to church for a while. They're concerned about you."

       I rolled my eyes. "Busybodies."

       "They care about you. So do I." Carol rubbed my chest, my belly, my
dick. "I really, really...love you..." She sank to her knees to blow me. At
first I hesitated, but then I saw the closet doors slowly open and the
stranger standing among my wife's clothes. His giant hard penis stuck out
of the fly of his pants. He'd been hiding there all along! He nodded at me,
so I allowed Carol to suck my cock while he watched. I was so turned on by
this, I came in less than two minutes. When I tried to pull away as I came,
since I knew my wife didn't like to swallow cum, Carol gripped my butt and
kept her head in place, taking my entire load in her
mouth. "AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I gasped, my eyes fixed on my master. My cum was
for him. "FUCK!"

       I looked down at my wife with her ass up in the air, and I wished
that the stranger would just swoop over, pull down her pants and fuck her
right in her asshole. He stared at her body, stroking his cock, and I could
tell that he desired her. I wanted to give her body to him. Before Carol
stood up, the master closed the closet doors.

       "Feel better?" my wife asked, licking cum from her lips.

       "Yes," I sighed. "Thanks, babe."

       "Anytime. Want to watch a movie?"

       "Sure."

       I don't know how the stranger got out of the house before we
returned to the bedroom hours later, but he was gone.

____

       On Saturday I drove the family up to our favorite area of Goat
Wood. The kids brought a volleyball net and ball, and Carol brought the
novel she'd just started reading. I arranged my painting equipment and the
cleaning supplies needed to wash the bathroom exterior, and transferred
everything to the wall on which I'd been ordered to start.

       "Play some volleyball, Dad?" Grace called to me.

       "Uh, maybe later. I really want to get started on this mural,
sweetheart!"

       "Okay, Dad! Love you!"

       "Love you too!"

       I set up my chair and unfolded the schematic for the mural before
sitting down. Sure enough, there was a waist-high gloryhole in the wall. It
was lined with rubber or silicone. Since I was sitting the hole was
directly aligned with my head, and therefore my mouth. The master never
ceased to amaze me. He wanted me to blow him while sitting there, in plain
view of my family. I wondered if he'd already arrived and was in there
waiting for my slut mouth to take his penis. My own penis hardened
instantly.

       Trying to think like the stranger, I started the mural around the
hole, creating clever camouflage by painting the trunk of a large tree that
would be the focal point of the naturalistic mural. That way, the
stranger's big brown cock would blend in with the "bark" just in case I had
to move away from the wall for some reason. Within a half hour the tree was
done, and I stepped back to evaluate the image.

       Almost as soon as I got several paces away from the wall, I noticed
the master's erection sticking out of the hole in the wall. I looked around
to see if anyone was watching. Carol was absorbed in her book, and the kids
were distracted by their exciting game. I hurried to the wall, sat down,
dipped my paintbrush in some paint and started painting at one side of the
tree aimlessly. Then I took the monstrous cock in my mouth and slowly
sucked on it. I made sure to keep moving the paintbrush to maintain the
illusion that I was painting, and I hoped that the bobbing off my head
wasn't obvious to my kids and wife.

       Sometimes I heard the master grunt from inside the bathroom,
inspiring me to continue to give him pleasure, to serve his cock. It turned
me on to do this while my family was so near. I was a total whore, and I
loved it. And when the stranger blew his load into my mouth and the cum
flowed down my throat, I couldn't help but groan. I wanted to masturbate,
but I couldn't. "Oh fuck, master," I said into the hole when his cock
withdrew, "please let me come in there to be fucked. I need to have an
orgasm now."

       "No," he answered. "Stick your cock through the hole, whiteboy. I'll
take care of you."

       "What?" I checked behind me. "No! Impossible!"

       "Unzip your pants and stick out your tiny dick. Pretend you're
painting."

       I opened my fly and pulled out my hard cock. Then I stood up and
inserted it in the gloryhole, painting higher on the wall. The master
sucked me expertly, so well that I forgot about my family and closed my
eyes while an orgasm mounted. I was his, and he owned my body – even in
the midst of my family!

       "New game, Dad!" my son Fred hollered. "Coming?"

       My cum shot into the stranger's mouth at that very moment. "Yes, I'm
coming!" My whoredom was complete.

       After some rounds of volleyball, I said I had to take a piss, and I
looked around for the master. He waited for me in the last stall, where we
first met. He sat on the closed toilet lid, his hard cock sticking straight
up. I knew what to do. I took off my pants and boxers, spat on my hand,
lubricated my asshole and let myself down on that glorious black shaft. As
I heard my children playing outside, I fucked my master's cock with my
anus, loving every precarious second.

       "Who owns that ass, whiteboy?" the stranger growled, squeezing my
buttcheeks.

       "You do!" I breathed, closing my eyes. I could hear my kids playing
outside. "You own my ass!"

       "But what about your wife?" he taunted.

       I grinded my buttcheeks against his pelvis as I let his entire cock
penetrate me. "She's nothing to me! I live for only you!"

       The stranger pushed me off his cock suddenly. I gasped with
disappointment. "Now go finish the paint job," he ordered.

       Stroking my dick in hopes of coming, I pleaded: "Just one more
minute on your cock, master. Just so I can come again!"

       "No," he said in cold voice. "Go."

____

       Days passed with no contact from the stranger, and that time off
allowed me to think things over and reevaluate the situation. Everything
was out of hand. Guilt crept back into my heart, and I didn't want to ruin
my family for the sake of this crazy person who had somehow taken over my
will. On the fifth day without hearing from the stranger, I built up enough
courage to call my Pastor Tara for some help.

       Pastor Tara had always been my family's support. She was a
confidante, a counselor and a wise person. I knew that I could trust her
with anything, so I decided to confess to her what I'd gotten into in the
past several weeks.

       Tara agreed to meet me at a local bar, and I had her favorite soda
ready for her by the time she arrived. She never drank alcohol. I
remembered the master's prediction about me fucking her, but I shook it out
of my mind. After catching up on our married lives and some talk about
church, I reluctantly filled her in on what was happening with the
stranger. The look on her face alone made me feel horrible and evil. But
she listened intently, withholding judgment.

       "Oh, Davis," she said, rubbing my hand. "You've really gotten
yourself in a deep trap. But it's not hopeless. You can be saved. Not by
me, but by God through me."

       "You think so?" I asked meekly.

       "I know so. Now, what do you need from me?" she asked.

       "I don't know, Tara. You used to be a lawyer before going to
seminary school. Do you think there's a legal way to stop this guy from
bothering me anymore? To scare him away?"

       Tara sipped her soda and shook her head. "Not to mention get that
house key back from him..."

       "I can have the locks changed!" I said. "I just need to keep him
away. He has some...some power over men. You know me, Tara. Have I ever
struck you as the least bit gay? But he seduced me within seconds! And
those other husbands! Also, his wife has power over women. Nobody has a
chance when face to face with that couple from hell."

       My pastor seemed deep in thought for a few minutes, and then she
smiled confidently. "Nonsense. His wife doesn't have a chance against me,
Davis – and I'm going to go through her to get to him!"

       "What do you mean?"

       "I'm going to threaten this guy's wife to get him to back off. Woman
to woman. And if that doesn't work, then God to woman. Believe me, she'll
get it. Tell me where I can locate this person."

       "I don't...I've no idea where they live..."

       "Find out, Davis," said Tara. "ASAP."

       "How can you be sure?"

       Tara gulped down the rest of her drink. "Because I am strong in the
Lord and the power of His might."

____

       A few days later Pastor Tara called me and let me know that she
tracked down Portia's residence and I didn't have to do anything in that
regard. I was both relieved and scared. After all, if Portia lived at the
address Tara discovered, the stranger, my master, probably lived there
too. How would he react if Tara showed up at their door? What would he do
to me? Would I be exposed and ruined before the world? I didn't even want
to think about it.

       "You have to come with me," Tara said.

       "Are you serious? Why?"

       "To show that you're unafraid and serious about ending this sick
game, Davis! Come on! Think!"

       She was tough, tougher than I. A true religious warrior. I felt
oddly confident and safe hearing her surety and assertiveness. "Your
call. Thanks so much. When?"

       "Tomorrow, after work. Tell Carol you're going out to dinner with
Ron. She'll love that."

       "Totally," I said. "She likes you for some reason."

       Tara laughed. "Because I'm awesome."

____

       While my wife was at home with the kids, believing that I was
catching up with Pastor Tara, I was driving from work to the street where
the stranger's wife – and probably the stranger himself –
lived. Tara's car was already parked a half block up from the address, so I
parked behind it. Tara got out and came to my window. "Punctual. Good
brother. Ready to rock?"

       "Not really," I said, suddenly squeamish. "But I trust you, Tara."

       "Good. No talking unless I tell you to. I'm the boss in this
situation. That woman doesn't have a leg to stand on, and God'll cut her
down to size before you know it."

       "I hope so..."

       "You know so, Davis. Let's go."

       We crossed over to the other sidewalk and made our way to the
house. I could hardly breathe, I was so nervous. Tara sensed this and
squeezed my hand for assurance. I felt a little better by the time we
stopped on the porch. "Here we go," said Tara, knocking hard.

       As if on cue, Portia opened the door and stepped out. "Yes?" she
asked with fake innocence, obviously recognizing me in an instant. "Can I
help you?"

       "Yes!" cried a voice from behind us. I turned to see Carol hurrying
up the walkway to the porch! She'd followed me!

       "Honey, what are you –"

       She pushed me aside. "Shut the fuck up, Davis! I want to know what's
going on! Is this why you've been so weird lately? Huh? And what are you
doing here, Pastor Tara?"

       I noticed Portia cracking a smile, as if she expected this to
happen.

       "Carol, listen..." My pastor didn't know what to say.

       In a split second, I decided to confess everything to my wife. I
didn't want to carry around that awful deception all my life. I told her
about what happened in the bathroom at the park and how things spiraled
into chaos from there. I apologized again and again, begging her
forgiveness.

       "So, you see why we're here," said Tara sternly. "It's time to shut
this down once and for all."

       My wife, exhausted by the horrible truth, nodded and said, "You're
right. Shut it down."

       Tara turned to Portia. "Hear that? This ends now. Tell your husband
to cease and desist all contact with this man and to turn over the house
key ASAP. If not, I'll make a call to my many contacts in law
enforcement. Maybe even the FBI. Got it?"

       The large but attractive woman in the doorway never broke her
smile. Instead, she held out an arm to Tara and my wife. "We're all
ladies," she said in a sweet voice. "We can discuss things in a much more
rational and caring manner than our men can, can't we? Please. Come in and
let's talk everything over. And I promise I'll straighten things out with
my husband, who never meant any harm."

       Tara and Carol looked at each other, then at me. "You stay out
here," Tara said. "We'll be only several minutes."

       "Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked.

       "Remember," Pastor Tara assured me, "we are strong in the Lord and
the power of His might."

       Carol shooed me away. "Go for a walk, Davis. Let us take care of
this."

       Portia stepped aside to let Tara and wife into the house. Before she
closed the door behind her, she gave me a mocking wink. "Have a nice walk,
little mouse." As I walked away, I couldn't help but worry that everything
would backfire.

       After an hour passed, I got a call from the stranger. I answered
it. "What do you want?" I snapped, trying my best to sound assertive.

       "You're wanted back at my house," he said, without emotion.

       "Are you at the house too?"

       "No. I'm away on business. Go back now. The front door is
unlocked. Go to the second bedroom on the left, on the second floor."

       "But..."

       "NOW."

       I hurried back to the house, wondering what I'd find. I let myself
into the house, rushed up the stairs and cautiously made my way down the
hallway. I heard giggling and groans of women in pleasure coming from the
second bedroom. Feeling nauseous, I opened the door and looked in.

       There, on a massive bed, were the naked bodies of my wife and my
pastor, entwined in a 69 position, their faces buried in each other's
pussies. And there was Portia and her huge body of soft brown flesh,
tonguing Carol's and Tara's gaping assholes, alternating when the
recipient's groans got really loud, just to cause frustration and hunger
for more stimulation. Portia stopped licking my wife's asshole and moved to
my pastor's, and Carol begged, "Oh no, please keep going! Fuck my filthy
asshole with your tongue!"  I could tell that they had been drugged and
were now very high on top of the delirium of sexual stimulation.

       Pastor Tara pulled her face out of Carol's hairy pussy and moaned,
"It's my turn! My turn! Please, Mistress Portia! Lick my asshole forever!"
Then she smashed her face back into the steamy, slick meal, grunting when
Portia resumed her rim job.

       Finally, Portia flopped backward and spread her giant legs. "Give
your mistress pleasure, whores!" Carol and Tara bowed down to lick and kiss
the big brown woman's fat thighs, her hairy pussy and her huge clit. They
grunted like animals as they serviced Portia. The smell of pussies and
sweaty, saliva-soaked anuses filled the air.

       Pastor Tara turned her head and showed a wild, animalistic face. "We
are weak in the flesh and the power of PUSSY!" she gibbered. Then she
returned to her meal of vagina and asshole.

       "Do you like what you see?" a familiar voice said from behind me. It
was the stranger. I felt his mighty hands grip my waist. My knees became
weak instantly.

       "But...but...this is not what was supposed...to happen..." I
murmured, hoping to fight my arousal.

       The stranger pulled down my pants and boxers and pushed me toward
the bed. Then he bent me over the edge of the mattress so that my face was
only several inches from the pussy-eating women and my asshole was open.

       "I asked you a question," said the stranger. "Do you like what you
see?" Then he slid his huge penis into my anus.

       My tongue stuck out and my eyes bulged. "YESSSSS!" I screamed,
welcoming my surrender to the pleasure of being fucked like a woman. I
watched my wife and pastor lapping violently at Portia's clit, their
tongues swirling together in deep kisses, their eyes half-closed with lust
and submission.

       The stranger shifted me behind Carol's and Tara's asses and gripped
my neck. "Eat them."

       "What? No!"

       "Eat them!" he repeated, thrusting his cock extra hard.

       "GAAAAAAAAA!" I gasped, plunging my face into the nearest asshole,
which happened to be Pastor Tara's. It stank of sweat. Regardless, the reek
added to my excitement, and so did the fact that this was the anus of the
leader of our church I was pleasuring!

       My wife looked back and saw what I was doing and her eyes widened
with desire. "OH, FUCK YEAH!" she groaned. "EAT THAT WHORE'S ASS! EAT THAT
SHITTY ASSHOLE!"

       I quickened my licking, and then my face slipped downward, so I
started lapping at Tara's clit and sour vagina. My nose rammed into her
anus over and over again, causing her to grunt in time to each impact. "I'm
gonna fucking commmmmme!" she cried, pushing her buttocks against my
face. "Don't fucking stop!"

       I made my tongue as rigid as possible and fucked her anus with
it. "I'M COMMMMMMINNNNNNNG!" she wailed. Tiny farts escaped in the
excitement and release, and my face was lost in ass juice and pussy
drippings.

       The stranger breathed into my ear: "Now fuck her ass."

       I stopped. "No! I can't!"

       "Do it now!"

       "I...no, master...please..."

       Tara heard us and turned her head. "I don't know about that," she
said reluctantly, still panting. "Oh, Lord, help me to stop, help me to
stop..." She was praying for the strength to resist her sins.

       The stranger shook his head. "You will," he laughed. "You will."

       "Fuck yeah!" I heard my wife cheer. "Now get over here and make me
come too!"

       I looked back at my master. He shook his head. "You and your wife
are never to pleasure each other again. She belongs to Portia, and you
belong to me."

       I nodded in instant agreement, loving the pleasure his cock gave
me. I ground against his pelvis, hoping to make him feel good enough to
shoot a load deep into my anus.

       After a while, Portia ordered the other women to stop and got off
the bed. "Time to leave, whores," she said. She pointed to Pastor
Tara. "You. Go home now, and when your husband gets home, you find some way
to get him over here, understand?"

       Tara gasped, fingering her own clit. Her resistance had been
short-lived. "Yessss, I will..."

       "My husband will take care of him, just as I've taken care of you."

       "I can't wait," Tara said as if in a dream. "I want his body to be
taken by that beautiful black stud."

       Portia pointed to Carol. "And you. No sex with your husband from
this day on."

       Carol nodded, smiling with heightened arousal at Portia's
control. "No more sex with my husband..."

       "All you will ever care about is the next time you can serve my
body," said Portia.

       "Serve your body...all I'll care about..."

       "Your job, your kids, your house: none of that matters anymore."

       "My job, my kids and my house don't matter..."

       As I witnessed this total submission by my wife, I shot a huge load
without even touching my cock. My master stopped fucking me and pulled out.

       "My husband and I will fuck you senseless in your own bedroom
anytime we wish," Portia added.

       My wife closed her eyes and rubbed her nipples. "Fuck us
senseless..."

       The stranger slapped my asscheeks. "Hear that, mouse? We're keeping
the house key."

       "Yes, of course," I replied. "Our home belongs to you two, not us."

       "Good boy. Now get the fuck out of here. And don't go to work
tomorrow. In fact, no more showing up at your job until I say it's okay."

       For a second the thought of being fired frightened me, but then,
looking over at Pastor Tara kissing my wife's belly while slapping her own
pussy, I decided that the pleasure my wife and I would get from this
arrangement outweighed my fear.

       "What are we allowed to do, master?" I asked.

       "You wait in that house until we call or show up. Then you give us
your bodies, no matter what. Even if your children are home."

       "No matter what," Carol murmured, gripping Tara's hair as her pussy
was licked gently. "Even if the kids are home..."

       "You too, Tara," said Portia. "No more work. No more kids."

       Tara nodded. "No more..."

       "And no sex with your husband."

       "No sex..."

       The three of us dressed and left.

___

       The first time both the stranger and Portia showed up at our house,
the kids in the family room on the first floor, watching a movie. The
doorbell rang, and Carol answered the door. She hurried into the kitchen to
get me. "They're here," she said, panting with excitement, her eyes wide.

       "Tell them to go upstairs," I said, scraping the leftovers from
dinner into the trash can.

       "They went up already. They want us up there ASAP. What do we do?"

       "We go up."

       "But the kids are home..." She looked worried and thrilled at the
same time. I noticed her chest heaving. Her hand rubbed her crotch through
her leggings. "My god, I can't believe this is really happening..."

       I felt my cock grow in my pants. "I know. I love it. Let's go up."

       We stopped at the door of the family room before going upstairs. "We
have guests, kids," Carol said. "Watch your movie and don't interrupt
unless there's an emergency."

       "Who are they?" Grace asked.

       "Friends from work," I said.

       "Whose work? Yours or Mom's?" asked Ted.

       "Your father's," Carol snapped. "Now watch your movie." She grabbed
my hand and led me up the steps.

       The stranger and Portia were waiting for us in our bedroom,
buck-naked on our bed. My wife gasped at the sight, pulling off her own
clothes at once. "Oh fuck!" she groaned, hurrying to the bed, getting on
her knees on the mattress and kissing the stranger's inner thighs. She
gripped his massive cock and opened her mouth to blow it, but Portia
smacked her face with an open hand.

       "Stop!" Portia demanded. "That's not for you, little pig. You serve
only my body. Your husband takes care of my husband's body. Understand?"

       Carol nodded like a chastised child and shifted over to Portia's
open legs. "Only your body," she sighed, her eyelids drooping. "Mmmmm..."
Then she buried her face in Portia's hairy pussy.

       The stranger snapped his fingers and pointed to his cock. I swopped
over and began a blowjob. My wife stopped what she was doing and looked
over to marvel at the sight. "Holy shit, that's SO hot!" Her eyes bulged
with lust. "Suck that mighty cock, Davis," she grunted. "Make him fucking
cum all over your fucking face."

       I intensified my service of that cock to excite my wife more. The
stranger growled with pleasure for a few minutes, and then he stopped
me. "Give me that asshole," he commanded. I turned around and lifted up my
butt.

       "Same for you," Portia said to Carol. Carol obeyed. Portia fastened
a strap-on dildo to her waist and slathered it with lubrication. "Time to
get fucked, little pig."

       "Yessss," my wife groaned. "Fuck me, fuck me..."

       "Wait," said Portia, getting an idea. "Go over to the door."

       They went to the closed door of the bedroom. "Press against the
door," said Portia.

       My wife spread her legs, lifting up her ass and spread her arms
above her, bracing herself against the door. "Fuck me," she begged.

       By now the master's cock was in my ass, and precum was already
dripping from my cockhead. Seeing my wife submit to another woman blew my
mind. Portia slammed that big dildo into my wife's asshole with brutal
strength. Carol tried her best to stifle moans and yelps so the kids
wouldn't hear, and Portia slapped her big hand over Carol's mouth.

       However, sure enough, the kids started to wonder what we were doing
in the bedroom after the movie ended. As Portia drilled Carol's ass with
the dildo and the stranger pounded my ass mercilessly, we heard a knock at
the door. "Mom? Dad?" It was Lacy.

       Portia removed her hand from my wife's mouth so she could
reply. "Wha...wha...what is it...honey?" she panted, her jaw hanging down
in total ecstasy.

       "What're you doing in there?" Lacy asked. "You sound weird."

       "Are you okay, Mom?" Fred added.

       Carol closed her eyes and bit her bottom
lip. "Ye...yes...Fre...Fred...Mommy's okaaaay..." Her mouth popped open
again as Portia rammed the dildo farther up her ass.

       Excited beyond belief, I leaned back against my master as cum
spurted from my cock. Each of his thrusts pushed out more cum, and I sucked
on his fingers to keep myself from moaning. I could tell that Carol also
was coming, since her whole body shook and her tongue flopped out of her
mouth. She braced herself against the door with open hands, but her knees
buckled and she sank to the floor. Portia let my wife lay there in a fetal
position, panting.

       "We're hungry for a snack," said Grace from the other side of the
door.

       "Go...go..." Carol could hardly speak, let alone think. "Go..."

       "Go get something yourselves, honey!" I called. "We'll all be down
soon."

       "Okay, Dad," Grace said suspiciously.

       When we were certain that the kids had gone back downstairs, my wife
looked up at Portia and groaned, "Thank you, Mistress Portia. Thank you,
thank you!"

       "Time for a snack," laughed Portia. "Crawl over to your hubby."

       Carol obeyed.

       "Now eat my husband's cum out of his ass."

       "Oh, fuck yeah..." My wife pushed her face between my asscheeks and
slurped the stranger's huge load out of it. Then she opened her mouth to
prove that she swallowed it.

       "Good pig," said Portia. "We're done with you now."

       The kids stared at us with concern as we showed the stranger and
Portia to the door minutes later. As soon as the two were gone, we went
back to the bedroom, locked the door and took off our clothes again. Lying
there next to each other on the bed, we closed our eyes and mentally
relived what had just happened. Soon we were both masturbating, never
daring to touch each other – not even wanting to anymore.

       "My body belongs to Portia!" my wife wailed as she orgasmed.

       "And my body belongs to my master!" I cried, shooting semen all over
my belly.

       We lay there, panting like mindless animals, until we fell asleep.

___

       The stranger and his wife would visit, announced and unannounced,
whenever they felt like it, and Carol and I had to allow them to do
whatever they wanted to our bodies, or service them sexually in any way
they desired. We were their playthings, just pieces of meat to be used and
abused. And we loved every minute of it. No longer did we have to worry
about responsibilities, politics, marital problems, whatever. Nothing else
mattered, not even our kids.

       One evening, while Carol was eating out Portia's asshole and pussy,
and I was pleasuring my master, Fred knocked at the bedroom door. "Mom?
Dad?"

       We all stopped, and I looked over at Carol, whose face was contorted
with fear and mortification for an instant. Then Portia's big hand slid
onto Carol's clit, rubbing slowly. My wife's eyelids fluttered and her eyes
rolled back. Her grin was almost evil-looking as she flopped back on the
bed and spread her thighs farther apart. For the first time ever, Portia
licked Carol's pussy, pubic hair and all, soaking the entire crotch with
her thick slobber. My wife lost herself in the pleasure, ignoring Fred's
additional knocking. "Take it," she murmured under her panting. "Take my
whore pussy. Fucking eat it for real. Bite it, chew it up. Cannibalize my
filthy cunt..."

       Portia lifted up her head and growled quietly, "Don't bluff me,
bitch. I'll fucking do it. I'll fucking take your life if I want to."

       Carol's eyes popped open and she opened her pussy as far as it would
open with her fingers. "Yes!" she hissed. "I don't care! Fucking kill
me. Take my life. Fuuuuuck..."

       "You guys in there?" Fred called from the other side of the door,
trying the doorknob. Thank goodness the door was locked.

       "Ye...yes, son!" I replied, trying to move so the master's cock
didn't stimulate my anus and force me to moan. "We're...resting. What do
you want?"

       "Dad, we're all worried about you two. You've been shutting
yourselves up in that room every night it seems. Are you okay?"

       The master's cock moved, sliding farther into my ass. My own eyes
rolled back in their sockets, and I heard Carol whisper, "Tear my husband's
asshole apart, master. Fucking make him pass out from pain. Oh,
fuck. Fucking eat my shitty pussy. Eat my shitty fucking cunt..."

       "Go downstairs, Fred," I managed to say. "We're fine in here. We'll
all have a family meeting later, okay?"

       "Okay..."

       After the master and his wife left, we did have a meeting. I told
the kids that we'd decided to send them all off to their Uncle Ned's summer
home to stay for the next few months. Ned was Carol's younger brother,
married to a wonderful woman named Arlene. Though the kids seemed
suspicious of the reason, they loved their uncle and aunt, so they were
excited for the vacation.

       The kids left the kitchen, and Carol exhaled with relief. "Good,"
she said. "Get those annoying shits out of here so we can serve the master
and Mistress Portia twenty-four seven." She put her hand in her stinky
panties, pulled it out and sniffed. "I love the smell of her fucking spit,"
she sighed. Then she pointed at me. "Let me see your ass."

       "What? Why?"

       "Just do it, Davis!"

       I pulled down my pants and turned around so she could see my
buttocks. Then she knelt down and pushed them apart, sticking her nose
against my cum-drenched sphincter. "Mmmmm," she groaned. "Your ass is his
cum bucket. I love it."

       As she sniffed my asshole, I closed my eyes and said, "I love it
too."


       Two months passed, and all of it was spent serving the stranger and
his wife. We stopped showing up for work. Carol got lots of calls from the
office, and the regular calls from Pastor Tara and her husband Ron also
ceased. We never accepted calls from the kids, we almost never left the
house. And since we never cleaned or tidied up, the house became a messy,
smelly sty: dirty dishes piled up, food rotting on plates, rotting garbage,
mail in piles on the front porch. We didn't give a shit. All we lived for
was pleasure and pleasuring.

       As reward, the stranger and Portia thrilled us with a new twist in
the sex: they allowed Carol and me to experience heterosexual sex with
them. I got to fuck Portia's pussy, and Carol got to get drilled by or ride
on the stranger's mighty cock. I can hardly describe how intense and wild
this made us. We'd gaze stupidly at each other while feeling the pleasure
of superior bodies and superior people. We could hardly imagine what life
had been like before our enslavement. Carol almost looked right through me
as the master drove his cock in and out of her asshole or pussy: she seemed
stoned, even senile, unable to recognize me. I felt the same about her
too. I couldn't have cared less if the master decided to strangle her, or
if Portia decided to stab me while I pumped her thick, hairy cunt or her
reeking asshole.

       "HIS COCK IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOURS!" Carol would scream. "FUCK!
FUCK! THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN MISSING ALL THESE YEARS! STUCK WITH YOUR TINY
LITTLE PEE-PEE, YOU SCUMBAG!"

       And I'd return the insults by groaning, "I WOULD FUCKING KILL FOR
MISTRESS PORTIA'S PUSSY! IT'S THE BEST PUSSY OF ALL TIME! SO MUCH BETTER
THAN YOUR SHRIVELED RATHOLE! YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH!"

       "Dumb fucking bitch..." she'd repeat, her eyes bulging and saliva
running out of her gaping mouth. "Dumb fucking bitch, dumb fucking bitch,
dumb fucking bitch..."

       Then the master would cum deep inside her, and Portia would tighten
around my cock, forcing me to shoot my load. Carol and I would cum in
unison, staring at each other like shocked strangers, both of us caring
only about our own pleasure and how much we pleased the god and goddess of
our lives.

____

       One night I got a weird phone call from Pastor Tara. I heard panic
in her voice. "Davis, can you come over to our house quickly?"

       "What is it, Pastor Tara? Is Ron there too?"

       "Yes, he is. But I can't talk right now. Too dangerous. Can you
hurry? Come to the back door. I need help."

       "Help from what? From who?"

       "Davis, please! Come over!"

       Carol said she would be out late, so I left her a note on the
kitchen counter. Genuinely worried, and wondering how Tara had somehow
broken the sexual spell enough to call me, I got dressed and drove over to
Tara's and Ron's house. I went to the back door and saw her waiting for me,
naked from the waist down. "Shh," she said. "Follow me." We went into the
dark kitchen, and she led me to the stairway. The house was a total wreck,
just like mine. Dildos and strap-ons and other sex toys lay strewn all over
the place. I could smell my pastor's rank pussy and asshole as she walked
ahead of me.

       "Tell me what's going on," I said.

       "Shhh!"

       We went up the steps and down the second-floor hallway. Then she
disappeared into the master bedroom. I followed her, not a little
frightened. Suddenly, the lights went on and I could see that the bed had
been removed and a mass of cushions and blankets were spread across the
carpeted floor. To the left was Ron, gagged and restrained S&M-style, his
bound balls bulging and his cock hard and raw with abuse. He didn't notice
me, and he seemed half-awake, drool hanging from his lips. There were the
master and Portia, naked and amazing, smiling devilishly. Tara got on all
fours, with her ass and pussy open toward me, and she started moaning as
she gyrated her pelvis tauntingly. I remembered tasting her smelly asshole
months ago. My cock slowly hardened.

       "Fuck me," Pastor Tara said. "Fuck both holes, Davis. Fill them with
your cum."

       Fuck the person who led our church in worship each week? Who
preached against sin and vice? I felt repulsed and excited at the same
time. Her asscheeks were so round and big and sexy. Her pussy dripped. I
wanted to stick my face in both holes and taste her juices.

       I looked over at the master for approval. He nodded. So did
Portia. I took off my clothes and approached Tara's upturned ass.

       "If you do this, whiteboy," said the master, "you will lose your
wife forever. And she will lose her husband."

       "What do you mean?" I asked, smelling Tara's stinky body, getting
harder.

       "You'll have to divorce and live far apart from each other. And your
children will have to be given to their grandparents from then on. No
custody for either of you."

       "Hurry, Davis!" Tara begged. "Put that cock in me now! Make my
husband watch!"

       Her asshole gaped, brown and pungent. I wanted her. I couldn't wait
to fuck her. "Yes!" I cried. "Yes, whatever you want! Just let me fuck the
shit out of her!" Then I plunged my cock in Pastor Tara's pussy. She wailed
and bucked against me, whipping around her hair. Ron's eyes opened
completely, and cum shot from his cock, splashing into my open mouth as I
leaned toward him while drilling his wife.

       "Ass!" Pastor Tara screamed. "Fuck my aaaaaaaassssssssssssssssss!"

       I slid my cock into her anus and gasped to feel that it was at least
four times hotter and wetter than her pussy. "OH MOTHERFUCKING FUCK!" she
grunted. "FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MY ASS! FUCK ME LIKE THE DEVIL!" Her screams
and the taste of her husband's cum in my mouth driving me wilder and
wilder, I looked behind me and saw Carol on all fours, riding the
stranger's cock, her face buried in Portia's bushy crotch. She lifted her
face out for a second and shrieked at me: "NO MORE MARRIAGE! NO MORE
CHILDREN! ONLY FUCKING! ONLY FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING!
RAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Spit flew out of her whore mouth and her tongue stuck out,
rigid as an erect penis. "RAAAAAAAA! FUUUUUUUUCK!" My wife was totally gone
now, forever erased, a maddened, insatiable animal.

       As Tara and I came simultaneously, my eyes locked with the
stranger's, and he smiled at me, triumphant and obviously proud of his
handiwork.

THE END