Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2010 13:37:58 -0400 From: T.O.N.Y. Subject: De'Quarious Part 2 This is a fictional story, any similarities between the characters and anyone living or dead is totally coincidental. Furthermore, this story is not intended for minors. The following story contains hardcore unprotected interracial sexual acts between men, one aged 18 and the other in his twenties, the use of racial slurs, and the sexual coercion of an 18 year old male. If such content is offensive to you, please do not read. I welcome comments, critiques, suggestions, and feedback of all types, please email me at TopOfNewYork1989@aol.com. "Get undressed nigger." Scott said, his fist wrapped tight around the thick, throbbing, nine and a half inch cut dick that stood straight out from his ripped body. De'Quarious, still on his knees, hesitated. He was supposed to be blowing this white guy, which he'd been doing. What did he now need to take his clothes off for? Furthermore, his sexual and racial abuse by this sexy white jock had embarrassingly caused him to spring an erection, which he didn't want Scott to see. "Are you fucking deaf?" Scott snapped. "Take off your fucking clothes!" De'Quarious wanted to walk away from this sordid experience, but the stack of money on the sofa behind Scott called out to him. De'Quarious realized that doing what Scott demanded was the only thing standing between him and that money, and that money was the only thing that would save him from certain punishment by his ruthless employer, the drug lord Nimrod. De'Quarious scrambled to his feet, deciding that the best thing to do would be to just get this all over with. He began to quickly undo his belt, but Scott held up a hand to stop him. "No, do it slowly. I want you to take your time and reveal that sweet nigger bod to me." De'Quarious sighed in resignation and slowly opened his belt, pulled it through the loops of his jeans, and then dropped it to the floor. His jeans were already halfway down as he always wore them hanging off his fat bubble butt, but he still unbuttoned them, unzipped them, and slowly let them fall to his ankles. He kicked off his fresh out the box white Nikes and stepped out his jeans, standing before Scott in a pair of red and white basketball shorts. He looked up at Scott, hoping the white man with the horse dick would have pity on him and allow him to keep his shorts and boxers on, but the white man nodded at the shorts, indicating his wish for the boy to take them off. Fighting back tears, De'Quarious let his shorts fall to his ankles, stepped out of them, and then with a sigh, pulled his boxers down before stepping out of them. He kicked his clothes to the side and stood before Scott, completely naked save for his white ankle socks, looking down at the floor of Scott's living room in shame. Scott gasped at the sight of the boy's body. De'Quarious' slim muscular body was perfection, like Michaelangelo's David, only dipped in tar. Scott had already seen his chest, but now he got a good look at how his torso formed a deep cut V as it tapered down to his waist, at the trail of hair that led from the boy's protuberant navel to his pubic bush of thick nappy nigger hair, down to the boy's half-hard uncut coon cock, which hung thick between his legs, it's head completely covered by the boy's foreskin. Scott licked his lips lasciviously. "Turn around boy." He commanded the teen, who slowly did as he was told. De'Quarious' back was strong and muscled, but it wasn't that which made Scott groan in anticipation. It was the young nigger's ass, which stuck out from his back in two perfect half spheres, a shapely ass like most nigger boys have, but more muscular due to the fact that De'Quarious played sports regularly. "You play sports nigger?" Scott asked him. De'Quarious nodded. "Well I know you play basketball, all you monkeys do, but any other sports?" "Baseball." De'Quarious muttered insolently. Scott's already rigid cock got even harder at the thought of De'Quarious' fat, muscular, bubble ass in a tight baseball uniform. However, he had to take De'Quarious down a notch; he still detected a slight hint of attitude in the boy's voice. Grabbing the boy by his neck, Scott snarled into his ear, "Listen you little porch monkey, you better shape the fuck up before I send your black ass back to the hood with nothing but my precum on your lips. The problem with you niggers is that you all have problems with authority, that's why so many of you are locked up. But see, that's why guys like me are around, to teach you good manners and respect. From now on, when you address me, you address me as `sir' do you understand me boy?" "Yes." De'Quarious snapped, and Scott's hand tightened around the nigger's throat, cutting off his oxygen. "Goddamn you're a dumb nigger." Scott said, ignoring the choking and spluttering De'Quarious. "What did I just say? Huh? What did I just tell you to do? I told you to call me `sir' did you not hear that? Huh? Do you not understand? Maybe I should talk to you in your language." Scott started babbling in De'Quarious' ear, nonsense that was a cross between what Scott believed African speech to sound like and sounds that he'd heard primates make on those nature shows. "You understand me now?" He shoved De'Quarious away from him and the boy rubbed his neck and fought to catch his breath. "Yes, sir. Yes, sir I understand." De'Quarious panted, enraged at being manhandled and disrespected by the white man, but at the same time feeling somewhat aroused. Scott's hand had felt so strong and powerful on his neck, the white man's pink lips and hot breath tickled his ear as he parodied the speech of the boy's African ancestors, and how he stood before De'Quarious now, his muscular arms folded, his handsome face was contorted into an arrogant sneer, his sky-blue eyes full of contempt, he seemed so confident, powerful, and he loomed over the black boy. De'Quarious' dick couldn't help but rise, and although the young nigger tried to will it to stay flaccid, it soon rose to its full eight and a half inches, the foreskin still completely covering the head. "You like that huh?" Scott said, nodding at De'Quarious' boner, his grin becoming wider and his cockiness overpowering. De'Quarious hung his head in shame. "On your knees." De'Quarious dropped to his knees. Scott grabbed the back of his head and started fucking the boy's mouth, his massive tool sliding in and out of the nigger's mouth, it's fat mushroom head stabbing De'Quarious' tonsils, making tears spring to his eyes and making him retch with each thrust, Scott's hairy, musty, pinkish-red nut sac slapping the nigger's smooth chin. Being unable to talk because of the huge white cock down his throat, De'Quarious instead mumbled and grunted, trying to tell Scott that he was hurting him, but the white man didn't care. "Mmmm, take that cock down your throat nigger, get it nice and wet." Scott moaned and then pulled his meat out the boy's mouth, only to slap it across his smooth cheeks, spending spit and precum flying all over the nigger's face. He plunged his cock once more into the warm oven of De'Quarious' mouth, fucking his face rapidly for about ten minutes, before he finally pulled out and the boy collapsed to the floor panting. "How much do you want that money boy?" Scott asked him. "A lot sir." De'Quarious muttered, hating himself for calling this white man, not even a decade older than him, "sir." "Do you need it nigger?" De'Quarious nodded. "How much do you need it?" "A lot sir, I need it a lot." Scott walked over to the boy, who was laying on his back, and without warning, his put his large size thirteen foot on the boy's face. De'Quarious tried to move his head, but a swift kick to the ribs by Scott's other foot convinced the nigger to stay still and allow Scott's huge soft sweaty feet to molest his face. Scott forced his toes between the nigger's thick lips, squeezing his donkey dick while moaning, "Suck those toes nigger; show me how much you need that dough." De'Quarious closed his eyes tight and sucked Scott's long toes. "Lick in between them, clean them out." De'Quarious did so, while tears of shame leaked from his eyes. Scott removed his toes from the boy's mouth and rubbed his feet all over De'Quarious' face, lingering on the boy's broad nose. Despite his humiliation and repulsion, De'Quarious' erection did not waver; in fact, precum had started to leak from underneath the boy's foreskin, dripping down his shaft and onto his smooth coal-black balls. In one savage motion Scott grabbed the young black teenager by the arms and flipped him over so that he was now on his stomach. It was then that De'Quarious realized what the white man had planned, why he'd forced him to get undressed, and De'Quarious decided that he'd rather face whatever fate Nimrod had for him than to let Scott stick his huge white cock up his ass. De'Quarious tried to scramble away, but Scott grabbed him by his toned legs and dragged him back to where he wanted him. "Uh-uh nigger, you're gonna take this white cock." Scott told him, and pounced on the young coon, holding him down while he parted those globules that formed De'Quarious' ass, filling the room with the scent of young, sweaty, nigger ass. De'Quarious had a deep ass crack, and while the nigger wriggled underneath him, Scott used his fingers to caress that crack, roughly forcing his index finger into the tight black hole, which had never had anything penetrate it before. De'Quarious screamed as Scott shoved his finger inside him and Scott chuckled. "That's nothing nigger, wait until I shove this cock in you." Scott roughly finger fucked the boy with one finger, then inserted another, which caused De'Quarious to scream some more. "Shut up all that goddamned noise, are you trying to have the entire building know that you're getting your nigger ass nailed in here?" De'Quarious paid no heed to Scott, just continued to scream as the older white guy probed his virgin ass with his fingers. Scott felt around for the first thing he could find, his own gray boxer-briefs, and he shoved them into the boy's mouth, filling his mouth with the taste of cotton, sweat, ball musk, and piss. His cries now muffled, Scott pulled his fingers from the boy's ass and replaced them with his cock, which he forced into De'Quarious' ass mercilessly. The young nigger let out a muffled scream as Scott's anaconda tore his tight jungle hole open. Holding onto the boy's slender waist, Scott rammed his cock into De'Quarious, pulling it all the way before ramming it back in until his golden pubes touched the nappy black kinks of the boy's ass hair. "Oh fuck yeah, take this white cock you dirty ghetto nigger!" Scott panted in the boy's ear. "Feels good, doesn't it? This is what my ancestors used to do to yours on the plantation, see, that's back when niggers knew their place. This is all you niggers are good for, your purpose on earth, to serve horny white cocks like mine." The pain was so intense that De'Quarious thought that he was going to pass out. He regretted ever having gotten into this white guy's car, he regretted fucking with that girl, the girl that robbed him of Nimrod's weed and put him in the position that he was in, desperate enough to follow a white man to his place and allow himself to be sexually abused and verbally degraded for five hundred dollars. De'Quarious closed his eyes and tried to will his mind to go somewhere else, anywhere else than where it was, on a floor with a sweaty white man ramming his tight hole. However, Scott wouldn't allow him to go away, he kept bringing the boy back to that floor. "Imagine if your boys could see you now." Scott said mirthfully. "On your stomach, fat nigger ass in the air, taking cock like a professional nigger whore." Scott reached around and grabbed the boy's jungle cock, which was still hard and now wet with precum, and he slid the foreskin back, running his thumb over the nigger's piss slit, which was slimy from the huge amount of precum that churned out of his black cock each time Scott rammed into him and degraded him. "I bet the boys in your hood look up to you, probably think you're a tough little playa, huh?" Scott grabbed the end of De'Quarious' hair, which hung to his shoulders in tight cornrows, and he yanked them hard while he pounded him. "Well you ain't so tough now with this fat white cock up your black Welfare ghetto ass, now are you playa?" Scott said patronizingly. De'Quarious had spit Scott's drawers out of his mouth and was sobbing, imagining how disappointed his peeps would be if they discovered that he was being used like a nigger whore by this horny white man. Scott, still holding the ends of the boy's braids as if they were a reign, continued his assault of the boy's ass. De'Quarious was in pain, but he couldn't fight the arousal that coursed through his body, that had his black nipples sticking out like raisins, which had his black cock rigid and dripping. Scott's cockiness was turning him on, how he'd managed to bitch De'Quarious out made the boy realize that Scott was stronger and more powerful than he, how he manhandled him and treated him like the nigger that he really was, all of that made the young jigaboo bite his lip in repressed sexual desire. De'Quarious was beginning to think about things differently as Scott raped his ass, that although in the hood he was the man, that although in the hood he subjugated the bitches, that in the real world, the world wider than the projects, the fried chicken restaurants, liquor stores, and sneaker stores that comprised his hood, in the wide world, the white male was the man, he was the nigger, and in that world the nigger was the white man's bitch. In that context, this made sense, him being used like a nigger bitch, because he was in the white man's world and they were king here. "Is this how you fuck your bitches, nigger? Huh? Is this what you do to them, hold them down and make them take that jungle monkey meat of yours?" Scott asked him. De'Quarious let out a wail of anguish in reply. "Well guess what nigger? You're my bitch now." "Nah." De'Quarious whispered. "Nah, I ain't nobody's bitch." He said this, trying to sound convincing, but failing miserably. Scott laughed at De'Quarious, further humiliating him, and then turned the boy around so that he was on his back, all while his donkey dick was still deep in the boy's guts. On his back, legs in the air, ass getting pounded, De'Quarious knew that it was official, despite his protestations. He was now Scott's bitch. The look of humiliation, sadness, and anger in the young nigger's face only made Scott's hard-on fiercer, and he hawked and spit a quarter-sized piece of mucus on the nigger's cheek, enjoying the contrast that his beige mucus made as it slid down the nigger's face. De'Quarious closed his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the gloating expression on the handsome white man's face. Scott laughed, using his hands to spread the boy's legs apart wider, he slid his cock in deeper, hammering the nigger's boycunt, which caused De'Quarious to whimper and sob. Tears slid from his eyes and down his face, mingling with Scott's mucus, with each thrust the nigger's hard spear bobbed, it now slick and shiny from all the precum that came out of the boy's foreskin and slid down to his nuts. De'Quarious hadn't touched his dick since he'd sucked Scott's meat earlier, but the constant hammering of his prostate by Scott's fat cockhead soon sent his young black body into convulsions. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, and his hard Mandingo meat starting spewing his African seed, shooting straight up at Scott, some hitting the white man's chin and chest while the rest rained down on the young nigger, a huge storm of nigger seed covering the boy's pubes, stomach, chest, and face. De'Quarious lay there crying, confused about what had just happened, about how he'd busted his nut without having touched his dick. Some of his cum had gotten into his mouth, and it tasted salty and warm. As De'Quarious came, his asshole contracted, which, combined with the tightness of his hole, caused Scott to finally come. With a roar, Scott shoved his cock deep into the young thug and shot rope after rope of steaming hot Anglo-Saxon seed into the young nigger's ravished hole. "Ugh! Take that cum nigger, take that fucking hot load!" He spat. "Shit! Maybe some of this white cum will civilize your savage black ass." He climbed off De'Quarious and walked to the couch, grabbing the stack of cash and throwing it on the cum covered chest of the youngster, making him feel like a true nigger ho. "Now get dressed and get the fuck outta here." Scott said contemptuously. De'Quarious, tears still sliding down his cheeks, asked, "Ain't you gonna take me back to my hood?" "Hell fucking no, nigger. Take the goddamned bus." And De'Quarious stood up, used his boxers to wipe all the cum off him and got dressed, putting the money into his pocket and leaving Scott's apartment, his walk now without it's characteristic thug swagger because of the pain in his lower body.