Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2007 22:08:11 -0500 From: B J Subject: Billy's New Neighbor - Part 2 Once everyone was dressed, they all piled into Brad's car and headed across town. Billy was getting nervous, but Marc and Ty had him sandwiched between them in the back seat. Running their hands over Billy's chest, they softly told him how hot he was, and how much fun they were going to have with him. Brad pulled the car over and parked in front of a dilapidated single story white house. As they got out of the car, Brad grabbed Billy by the front of his shirt and pulled him up close. "Don't you embarrass me, Bitch! You do what you're told like a good boy." They rang the bell and were greeted by a huge black man. Billy's eyes widened when he saw this six foot six black God, filling the doorway with his broad shoulders and muscular frame. The man was darkness personified as his jet black skin seemed to swallow the light from the porch lamp. Recognizing Brad, he moved back letting them into the house. "What's up?" the man asked. "Yo, J.T! Brought you a present," Brad replied. "Hoping we could trade for some smoke." Looking Billy over, J.T. smiled and said, "Have a seat". J.T. lit up a joint and sat back on the sofa. Brad, Marc and Ty took the only chairs, and that left Billy on the sofa with J.T. After a couple of hits, Billy was starting to relax and get a bit light headed. J.T. leaned back and opened his jeans, pulling out the biggest cock Billy had ever seen. Placing his hand on the back of Billy's neck, J.T. pulled him down and shoved his dick in Billy's mouth. "That's it, white boy," he moaned. "Suck on that big black cock!" Billy wrapped his lips around the man's cock and sucked, and licked, and swallowed as much of the man's hard cock as he could. He only managed to get about a third of it down his throat, but T.J. was enjoying it immensely. "Open your throat, bitch!" J. T. commanded. "Take that dick down your throat like a good little slut." Brad stripped Billy of his jeans and tee and Billy dropped to his knees between J. T.'s legs. Holding Billy's head in his hands, J. T. forced his cock down Billy's throat. Billy started to gag and choke on the cock as it barraged his throat, but J. T. didn't care. The slut has to learn how to handle a real man's dick. The other men watched and laughed as J. T. fucked Billy's face with 14 inches of hard, black dick. Eventually, his balls were slapping against Billy's chin as he face fucked him. "There you go, faggot," J. T. exclaimed. "That's how you suck a real man's cock. We'll make a world class cock sucker out of you, bitch. Oh yeah, white boy. You belong right there on your knees worshipping a black man's dick." Pulling his cock from Billy's tired mouth, J. T. shot his hot load over Billy's face and then shoved his dick back in his mouth. "You keep sucking that cock, white boy, while I talk with your friends," J. T. told him. Handing Brad a bag of pot and a small brown bottle, J. T. said "Why don't you leave the cock sucker with me for awhile. Pick him up on Sunday night and I'll have him well trained for you." Brad smiled and said "No problem. I knew you'd be just the one to teach this slut his place." Brad, Marc and Ty got up and left, leaving Billy naked, on his knees with J. T.'s cock in his mouth. J. T. looked down at Billy with a gleam in his eye. Reaching into a drawer in the table next to the sofa, he pulled out a black leather dog collar and wrapped it around Billy's neck. Securing it with a small padlock, he looked down at Billy and smiled. "Here's the deal, white boy. For the next two days, you belong to me. I'm going to teach you that your proper place is on your knees or on your back for any black man who wants you. You will address me as Master and all other black men as Sir. You will speak only when asked a question, and you will answer Sir, yes Sir, or Sir, no Sir. Do you understand me, boy?" "Yes, Sir," Billy mumbled. Whap! J. T. slapped him across the face. "You don't listen very well, do you faggot? The correct answer is `Sir, yes Sir.'. Now lets try again. Do you understand?" "Sir, yes Sir!" Billy answered "Better," J. T. told him. "Now. Slave position is on your knees, legs spread apart and your forehead on the floor. Assume it!" Afraid of being back handed again, Billy immediately put his forehead on the floor, and spread his knees as far apart as he could. "Get that ass in the air, boy!" barked J. T. "That's much better. Now stand up with your feet apart and your hands behind your head. This is called Slave rest." Billy assumed slave rest position. J. T. walked around Billy and inspected him, running his hands over Billy's body. J. T. poked and prodded and felt every bit of Billy's body. "Nice chest, ok cock and balls for a white boy," J.T. mumbled to himself. "Firm, bubble butt and a tight hole." Attaching a lead to Billy's collar, J. T. led him to the basement stairs. "Welcome to your new life," J. T. said with an evil grin.