Date: Mon, 18 May 2020 22:22:53 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Reparations Part 5

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Reparations

Part 5

Colby

Just like that, I was alone with Mr. Logerman. He was wearing the blue
mechanic uniform he always wore to work, but this wasn't his shop. The
floor was concrete and it was freezing cold to me. There wasn't a lot of
furniture in the room, just an outdoor type futon and a drain in the
floor and some kind hose and valve.
Part of me expected him to hit me or something after our earlier
encounter, but he didn't.
He touched my face and said, "Sit down, little buddy, we need to talk."
I sat down on the couch next to him and he just seemed like Kenny's dad
again. If I wasn't leashed and collared, it'd feel normal.
But I was.
He placed a hand on my thigh and said:
I feel like because of how long we've known each other that I owe you an
explanation for what is about to happen, son. That next room is about to
fill up with local men, including your very own daddy. Normally, we just
drink and have a good time. Sometimes, we hire a prostitute or the
sheriff gets us some little wetback bitch we know can't complain and we
have a good time. We have even had some tight little nigger cunt in there
a time or two. Things get pretty rough.
He paused a second. I guess he could tell my brain was having trouble
understanding him. Then it clicked. They did sex with hookers and girls
in there. Even my dad.
He took a breath and continued, "We treat them like shit, boy. Not
because they deserve it, but because we can and want to."
I interrupted, "You mean my dad...and you..."
He nodded, seeming almost sad.
Then he said:
I'm telling you, son, because I used to love and respect you, boy. You
were like my own son. I could have forgiven the faggot thing. It would
have been hard, but I could have. I could have even gotten over the slave
thing, maybe. But when I saw you begging to lick nigger ass, that was it.
Far as I'm concerned, you deserve whatever you get from this point on and
you ain't a boy I took care of anymore, you're just a nigger's dick ditch
and my slave. You do as you're told and obey and ain't nobody but me
gonna know who you are. You disobey and I'll make sure everybody in this
town knows who you are and what you do, you understand?
I nodded and started crying a little. I tried to stop, but I couldn't
help it.
It seemed like a switch or something went off in him then.
He slapped me hard across the face.


Kenny Logerman

For some reason, when he started crying, it just pissed me off. Maybe
it's that it made him seen even more like a faggot than the jockstrap and
collar.
But I knew what I wanted.
I slapped him hard across the face, stood up, and then lifted him up by
the back of the collar. I watched his face turn red as he choked, then I
let him go and threw the futon mattress on the floor as he caught his
breath.
I growled, "Face down. Ass up."
I watched him kneel and crawl on the mattress and then lift his butt up.
I let my overalls drop and then stepped out of my white briefs.
My dick was already hard, but I knelt behind him and slapped it on his
teenage butt.
I lubed my dick up and then I shoved it in him.

Colby

I knew I should be used to it or less shocked, but it still hurt. One
second I was awkwardly facedown like a dog and the next my whole body was
thrust forward as his dick rammed inside me. I whimpered like a dog and
then cried out as he pulled out and thrust even harder and deeper in me.
My sounds just seemed to piss him off. He grabbed me by the hair and
pulled my head up.
Then he leaned over, close to my face, and said, "I don't want to hear
another sound, faggot."
The next twenty minutes were even worse than the first time I was fucked.
Kenny's dad was just as big as Mr. Williams, but it wasn't just the sex
with him. It was the humiliation and destruction of our relationship
The man I used to think of as a second dad wasn't making love to me or
being nice. He was hurting me on purpose because it felt good to him.
He fucked me for maybe five minutes like a dog, until I made a sound he
didn't like. Then he flipped me over on my back, lifted my legs, and
reentered me.
The next time I whimpered from a hard thrust, he didn't say a thing. He
just belted me across the face with his fist. The look in his eyes shook
me.
He didn't look like Kenny's dad anymore to me. He looked like a master
readying to beat a slave. A man fucking an object. It scared me a little.
The image of him going back and forth on top of me was too too much. I
closed my eyes, but I couldn't totally stay quiet. I tried. But it hurt.
He hit me two more times before deciding to flip me over on my stomach
and stuff his underwear in my mouth to keep my quiet.
That's when it happened. I was hoping it wouldn't happen. I didn't want
him to see it. I knew it would change everything even more.
But it did happen.
I felt his fat hairy body resting on top of me. His underwear were in my
mouth and his sweaty pits were in my face as his arm was wrapped around
my neck. He was grunting and groaning and humping into me.
And my dick got hard.
He sensed it or maybe he just got close. But all of a sudden he started
talking dirty and saying horrible things.
He would thrust in and say things like:
I should have done this years ago.. you worthless little faggot piece of
shit...you don't just like nigger dick, do you.. yeah you like my big
dick don't you ..I should see if that nigger will sell you
permanently...I bet I could squeeze your nuts off and you'd stay young
and pretty boy.. I'm gonna enjoy watching your daddy rape your cunt
throat...you got a tight little slave pussy...
I didn't even realize I was crying, but he moved his head to mine and
licked the tears off my cheek.
Then he made me cum.
He hit that spot in my asshole and my dick just started leaking precum.
Then he hit it again. And again. And again. Harder and faster and over
and over. I could hear his body slapping mine as he pounded hard and fast
and feel it over and over
The pressure kept building and then my body shook and cum just exploded
out of my dick and into the futon.

Kenny

The kid's asshole was like a velvet vise around my dick. But the noise he
was making was distracting. It reminded me not only he was a boy, but it
was Colby.
I had to remind myself he begged for this. And I reminded him too.
When he started whimpering, it was distracting. I flipped him over on his
back, lifted his legs, and fucked him up the ass like a bitch.
It let me lean over him and I swear his shithole started sucking my dick
in. It was like his ass was begging for it.
When he whimpered this time, I couldn't help myself.
He was a slave and a faggot and I had seen him begging for black dick.
He was either faking it or being a little bitch.
I belted him hard across the face to shut him up.
And it did. For a second.
It also made my dick jump a little. The next times I hit him, it was for
me.
Looking down at little Colby with a busted lip and a black eye struggling
to take my cock felt good. Real good.
And then he made this sound he used to make when he fell as a kid and it
popped me right out of all of this.
I actually felt bad for a second, so I flipped him over and stuffed my
underwear in his mouth and decided to finish quick.
This position was perfect. My dick was balls deep and smashing against
his tight smooth butt every thrust. He seemed to like it too. His ass
started pushing back against my dick and I started talking dirty to him
the way I imagined he liked. Letting him know I really did see him as
just a slave and property. Talking about taking his nuts from him and
watching him suck his daddy's cock.
And he must have liked it, because he jizzed.
I felt his asshole contract and squeeze and massage my load out of me. No
pussy had ever done that before. It was like his hole wanted to make sure
and milk every drop of cum out of me.
I collapsed on top of him.

Colby

When he came, he collapsed on top of me. And then he just laid there for
a few minutes, letting his dick soften in me. When he finally pulled out
all the way and stood up, I don't know what I expected.
I didn't expect the hose.
A jet of high pressure water hit me from out of nowhere. I jumped up, but
he didn't stop spraying me. I closed my eyes when he got to my face, but
he literally covered every inch of me until I was dripping wet. I felt
the water rinse the cum off my dick and it actually hurt when it hit my
balls.
Then he killed the hose and looked at me as the water went down the drain
in the center of the room.
He walked over to me, grabbed me by the head, and pushed me face first
against the wall.
His lips pressed to my ears and he growled:
When your master cums in your pussy or throat, you thank him. Then you
lick his his dick and balls clean of cum and any of your scum. And you
should know better than to stand when in front of your betters, boy.
It took only a second to click. I collapsed to my knees and turned
around.
I looked up at my best friend's dad. My second father most of my life.
The man who taught me to ride a bike.
He was naked. His eight inch cock flacid and hanging in front of me. His
nuts and dick slimy with cum and my ass juices.
He cuffed me on the face and I started to lick.