Date: Tue, 04 Sep 2018 18:50:22 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: A Maricon - Chapter 3-5

Category:

Interracial/Authoritarian/Adult Youth/Urination

This story is complete fiction. Do not read if you are under eighteen. All
characters are over eighteen. Do not act this way in real life. Always use
protection. Never engage in any sexual activity without clear consent.

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A Maricon

Chapter Three

I'm not sure how long I lay on that bed before the door opened. I went
through every mood and thought possible.

At first, I was just in denial. Nothing bad could happen to me. I was white
and middle class and played lacrosse and my parents were sleeping across
the street. Mr. Lopez would realize he was taking this too far and we would
laugh about it and I'd go home. There was no way he took forty dollars from
a man to fuck me. My allowance was 200 a week.

Then I moved on to finding any other reason I'd be tied like this than what
it seemed. Maybe he was going to spank me or just wanted to scare me. Maybe
Mr. Lopez just wanted me naked for a blowjob where his friends wouldn't see
me.

Then the truth hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked around at this room
with the Mexican flag and the candles, felt the rough blanket against my
face, and knew what was going to happen.

I started crying.

Then the door opened.

I couldn't see who it was, but I heard a belt jangle and the smell hit me.

It was like pot and sweat and unwashed underarms and cigars.

Then I heard the belt hit the floor along with the sound of jeans sliding
down legs. Then more sounds of undressing.

Then I saw him. Abundio. He walked by the bed and turned on the
stereo. Loud Mexican music poured out.

The sight of him naked made me sick.

Unlike Mr. Lopez, his body was all fat and body hair. His fat gave him
breasts, almost like a woman. Man titties. His balls were tight and
wrinkly. He had all these tattoos in Spanish all over him.

His dick wasn't totally hard but looked about six inches already.

Then he was behind me.

I was sobbing like a baby.

Abundio laughed. Then he lifted my head up from behind, gripping my hair,
and smacked me across the face.

He said, "Alto."

Then he looked at me and spit on my face before shoving it back down on the
bed.

He didn't give me anymore warning than that.

The next thing I felt was his dick shoving itself deep up my ass.

I tried bucking and getting away, but there was no escape.

He pulled out and slammed it back in.

Then out.

Then in.

It was like hot steel ripping my ass apart. I couldn't think. The pain was
worse than anything I'd ever felt or could have imagined. I think I passed
out.

He rutted inside me for what felt like an hour. I'd go in and out of
conscious just to feel his sweat dripping on me.

He'd moan and groan and say things I couldn't understand in Spanish.

Then he laid on top of me. I felt his breath on my face. It smelled like
beer. He wrapped his right arm around my throat and came.

Then collapsed on top of me.

I could feel his jizz inside me. It had burned my insides when he shot
it. I felt raw inside. Even with the gag, I had screamed so much my throat
had to be raw.

After a couple of minutes, I felt his crushing weight lifting off me. He
stood and pulled my asscheeks apart.

I could feel his cum dripping out as he held them open. He spit in my
asshole and then slapped my butt.

Then he walked out.



Chapter 4



Every part of my body hurt. I had tried kicking and fighting and bucking
and freeing my arms and gotten nowhere. It just gave me sore or ripped or
sprained muscles.

And my ass. I can't explain what it feels like to be fucked up the ass like
that. To go from never having a finger inside you to being rutted hard with
total contempt.

It was only the start of the evening though.

I heard laughter from the other room. Abundio's voice as he told them about
what happened. He was making fake grunting sounds and high pitched sounds I
think were supposed to be me.

Then a different voice asked something. I didn't understand what was being
said, but a minute later the door opened again.

I heard pants fall to the ground again and braced myself for the pain.

Instead, the younger guy climbed on the bed. He was still wearing a jersey,
but his jeans and underwear were gone. He said something in Spanish, put a
pillow behind his back, and relaxed.

I couldn't talk to tell him I didn't understand.

He figured it out.

He grabbed me by the head and said, "Chuparme la polla, esclavo. Mámame
la verga."

I nodded. I recognized that from Mr. Lopez.

His dick wasn't hard. It was about four inches and had a lot of extra skin
covering the head. You couldn't even see the mushroom head or normal dick
under all that skin. His body was super slim and he had the same kind of
tattoos as Abundio.

I took a deep breath and sucked him up.

It was hard to suck him all tied up. I had no real way to balance and my
neck got sore quick. I was struggling.

I went down all the way on him and then I felt a hand from behind me on my
neck. It held my head down.

A deep voice said something like, "polvo."

The next thing I knew, the younger guy started thrusting his hips fast. He
was smashing my throat against his cock over and over, never pulling all
the way out. I couldn't breathe and was gagging and wretching and making a
mess of the bed. I wasn't throwing up, exactly, but clear liquid and spit
and precum and everything came out every heave.

Then he jizzed.

His cum was less bitter than Mr. Lopez's cum, but there was buckets of
it. I tried to swallow all of it, but some poured out around my lips and
covered my face.

The younger guy laughed and rubbed his cum all over my face and neck. Then
he put his dick in my mouth and had me suck clean his cock, balls, and even
stomach where it was messy.

The deep voiced guy behind me, it had to be the muscular man, clearly
became impatient.

He said something to the younger guy and the younger guy got up and left.

I don't want to remember what happened next.

But after it was over and the muscular guy had left, Mr. Lopez came in
naked.

He looked at me, bruised, covered in cum, and crying.

Then he undid the plastic ties and carried me to the shower. He sat me in
it, turned it on, and washed me.

When I was clean, he stood over me and jacked off on me. The cum hit my
face and chest and even cock.

Then he spoke for the first time since I left the living room.

He said, "Drink, esclavo."

He pulled my mouth open as I lay there dazed.

Then he aimed his dick at my open mouth and began pissing.

I tried to close it instinctively and he smacked me across the face.

I knew better than to close it again.

His pee was salty and bitter. I drank every drop of the older Mexican man's
piss.

When I was done, he helped me dress.

Then he said the words that had become almost a routine, "I'm done for the
night. Get the fuck out."

And the words that always came after, "I'll see you tomorrow night."

I swore he wouldn't.

But he did.



Chapter 5



I couldn't explain what was wrong with me. When I woke up the next morning,
I was still hurting. I fell asleep with the taste of Mr. Lopez's piss in my
mouth and I could still taste it. My ass hurt deep inside. My throat was so
raw I could barely speak. My whole body felt sore.

I made myself take a shower, brush my teeth, and go for a run. The run
turned into a walk once I realized how much running hurt my ass.

Then I searched the internet for the word esclavo and for propiedad.

Esclavo meant slave.

Propiedad meant property.

None of what happened was rape. I had told them I was his slave. His
property. I had told him that and kissed his feet in front of them. I let
him call me a faggot.

I didn't like anything that happened with them. Any of it.

But Mr. Lopez, it was different.

It was like he saw me for who I was. And even the gross stuff made me cum.

It was confusing.

I made a decision then, though. I had to see before I went back to my
normal life if Mr. Lopez would make me cum.

When he was inside me.

I knew now he was going to fuck me. And it hurt and was awful with the
other guys.

But Mr. Lopez, if I was a slave, he was my master.

Maybe it'd be different with him.

And if not, then I'd know I wasn't gay just confused or something.

I tried to figure out what slaves were online. The internet was real
confusing about that. I finally gave up on it and went to the one adult
store we had in town. I parked in the back so nobody i knew would see I was
there. They carded me, but let me in.

I went to the cashier first. I told him my girlfriend said she wanted to
try being my slave tonight and I didn't know what I needed to buy. He
created a whole little package of stuff for me.

While he was ringing it up, I noticed a black man in his fifties or sixties
watching me. He was wearing work out shorts and a t-shirt. He went outside
before I checked out.

I loaded my car up and was walking around to get in when I noticed the
black man again. He was in the only other car in the lot. It was one of
those big old town cars. He was in the backseat with the door open on my
side.

He shouted, "White boy! Get over here."

I wasn't raised to be rude or I would have just left. Instead, I walked
over to him.

He patted the bench seat and told me to sit down and shut the door. I
did. I put my big shopping bag on the floor in front of me.

I noticed he had a wedding ring on and felt a little safer. There weren't
any black men in our town either. And he was super dark. He was built
almost like a black version of Mr. Lopez.

He placed a hand on my thigh and said, "I ain't trying to scare you boy,
but I saw the way you walk and I know a sore pussy when I see one. That
slave shit is for you, boy. "

I shook my head in denial.

He continued, "I ain't judging, boy. But I know what you are and you ain't
getting out of here until my dick gets wet."

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his shorts. They were thin and I could
feel his big dick through them.

He made a deep humming type sound.

Then he said, " All you gotta tell me, slave, is which hole you want it
in. You want me to tear that white pussy up some more or want to suck my
big black dick?"

I gulped. Then I realized there was only one answer.

I got on the floor and maneuvered until I was kneeling in front of him. He
lifted his body up so I could pull his shorts down and his dick popped out,
already hard. He wasn't wearing underwear.

His dick was big and black and circumcised. Not like the Mexicans. His
balls were almost as dark as his dick and the size of golf balls. For some
reason, he smelled like cocoa butter.

I took a breath and went down on him.

It took him twenty minutes to cum. The first first five minutes I just
knelt there, fully dressed in his floorboard, sucking his cock and licking
his balls. Then he told me he wanted to see "some of that pretty white
skin" and he pulled my shirt off of me. He started going through my bag as
he palmed my head and I blew him. When he found the normal leather collar,
he wrapped it around my throat and locked it. Then he pulled my mouth off
his rock hard thick nine inch cock and stared at me in the collar.

I guess he made a decision then. He pulled out the hand restraints and
bound my hands together behind my back.

Then he grabbed my head again and fucked my throat.

I gagged and choked as he called me names and used my throat.

He called me a white bitch and a lil cracker slaveboy. He said he wanted to
auction me off to the highest bidder, show me what it meant to be a real
slave like his ancestors.

I passed out when he held my head down too long.

When I came to, I had the ballgag I'd purchased in my mouth.

I was bent over in the backseat, face down, with my hands still bound
behind my back.

I felt his big hands on my back, then he pulled my shorts and underwear
down. I could hear cars driving by and people walking in front of the store
talking.

The black man leaned over me and said, "I'm gonna fuck you like my
ancestors were fucked, boy. Let you see what a real buck breaking was
like."

My dick stirred a little, even though I was terrified. His dick was bigger
than any I'd ever seen.

Then there was just pain.

He spit on his dick once before rubbing it against my butthole. Then he
pressed in and didn't stop.

It felt like my insides were tearing. I started crying uncontrollable.

He moaned and said, "Crying ain't gonna stop master from using that white
pussy. You feel good."

He smushed his dick around in my ass for a minute, then wrapped a hand
around my throat. Everytime I tried to escape or get away, he'd knock me
upside the head until I lay still.

Finally, I gave in to the pain.

When he started breathing heavy and getting close, I noticed a new
feeling. It was like his dick was stroking the inside of my cock. It still
hurt, but precum started leaking from my dick. Everytime he jabbed himself
inside me, my dick oozed a little.

I started gasping from the new sensation.

He didn't seem to notice and he didn't slow down. I was just a cum dump, a
dick ditch, to him. I felt his jizz shoot inside me as he wrapped his arms
around me and held me still for a final deep thrust.

The pain when he pulled completely out was intense.

He unbound my hands first. Then he took out the ballgag. I licked my lips
and tried to move around some saliva. My whole mouth felt dry.

My face was red with tears.

He opened the door on the side of the car facing the woods. Then he shoved
me and my clothes out and drive away.



Abundio