Date: Mon, 18 May 2015 02:22:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Dale Gutzman Subject: Secret Desires (authoritarian, interracial, humiliation, slavery) Secret Desires The handsome young light skinned black college student sat across from me a the Washington D.C. Dupont Circle bar where I had planned to meet him. He was dressed in an expensive sweater over a tee shirt, two hundred dollar trousers, and brand new stylish shoes. He sported a wrist watch that must have cost him a thousand dollars and an equally flashy ring. He was the son of a well known Washington Diplomat. "I've...I've never been in this kind of place before." He looked around nervously, probably afraid that he might be recognized. The men in the bar were mostly rough leather types who looked as if they could eat this cute black kid like a chocolate bar. I smiled. "Are you prejudiced against gays, then?" I knew the answer, but I was just fooling with him a bit to keep him on edge. "No, of course not. I have lots of gay friends. But I just never...we never went to a gay bar. I've been to some clubs that have been bi..." "So, should I pin a medal on you?" He looked suitably humbled. He had a beautiful face with what I like to call nice full cocksucker lips. "What can I do for you, Boy?" I know full well the word Boy is a derogatory term among African Americans. I also knew it was just what he wanted. "My name is Jonas." he said, trying to maintain some dignity after it was already much too late to get any. "I know your fucking name. I chatted with you on the internet for over an hour...remember? So what do you want from me, Boy?" I saw his Adam's Apple move up and down as he swallowed. His eyes traveled around the room. He was one very nervous young man. "I...ugh...like I said when I contacted you. You are known for being an S/m master. For that kind of sex and stuff. You were recommended to me. " "Look, Twink...I didn't ask you what I am. I asked you what you wanted from me. If we are going to continue this useless conversation, you are going to answer my questions, not bore me." "I want... I need...this is not easy. First, I am not gay. I have a girlfriend. Second, I want to know...I come from a wealthy family, as you know, and I have never known much prejudice. I see it on the news and encounter it in others, but I have always felt privileged and isolated from any prejudice. I have this thing in me...this obsession. I want...I need to know what it was like to be an abused Plantation Negro! I've read all about it. But I've never even experienced the problems that face black dudes my age in the inner city...much less being an actual slave." He twisted his large strong fingers together in a nervous gesture. Shit, he was cute. "Do you fuck your girlfriend?" He looked at me and blinked. "That is a private concern between her and..." "Plantation Niggers have no private concerns. No private lives. they fuck to breed or for the pleasure of their White Masters. You see you aren't ready for this. You failed with the very first question...You may think you want this experience, but you couldn't handle it. Meeting over." I made to get up. He reached out with one long arm. "Okay..okay...yes we have sex. She has been my steady girl since high school, about a year and half now." "So you Fuck her?" "I said yes." He was so jittery, I thought he might fly right off his chair. "No, you didn't Boy. And you should be calling me Sir. You said you had sex. You did not say you fuck her." "All right! I fuck her. Okay? I fuck her!" "You shove your big black dick into her black cunt?" I was pushing him. Seeing if he could possibly take what he said he wanted. He looked down. "She's white." he mumbled. "YOU'RE FUCKING A WHITE GIRL? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THEY WOULD HAVE DONE TO YOU BACK IN THE OLD DAYS? AND BY OLD DAYS, I MEAN ABOUT TWENTY YEARS AGO. They would have cut that big black dick right off of you, balls and all. Ha! How times have changed." Now, in real life, I am not at all what I would consider a racist. I have marched and worked for numerous Equality groups. This was a sex game. That's my work. I indulge in working with men who crave dominant/submissive sex games. But I had never encountered before a cute young black college boy who wanted to know what it felt like to be a plantation slave. The question was, could he take it? I play hard. VERY HARD. And I don't have time for "boys" who can't take it! "How often do you fuck her? How often do you shove your big black cock into her white cunt?" "Could we please not talk about her. I'm here for..." "We talk about whatever the fuck I want to talk about. Look, Jonas, if you can't even take this...how the fuck do you think you are going to be able to stand honest to God abuse? How are you going to be able to handle the lash, the public humiliation, the anal and oral sex?" He stared at me, his eyes large and round. Had he thought this through? At last, he said with a new found strength. " I want it! I need it! It's all I think about. I need to have the experience. I'm sick of feeling like I don't belong to my own people. I don't want to be a diplomat's son...I want to know what it feels like to be a Nigger! " I sat back and smiled. "How often do you fuck your white girlfriend?" "We...I...I fuck her about three times a week." "You do have a big black dick, don't you? A nice big fat juicy black cock?" "I guess it's big." he looked at the table again. "You're nineteen. How many girls have you fucked? And when did you fuck your first cunt? Use the right words, Jonas." "I...I've fucked...I don't know...I've fucked twenty-two different girls. Three of them were long term girlfriends. I started...I started fucking when I was sixteen." "Was your fat black dick big in high school too? Did the white boys all stare at it in the locker room? White boys have a thing about black dick! Do you have big balls too?" "I don't know if the dudes in the locker room stared at me...I guess a little. It was a mostly white school. A private school. I guess my balls are pretty big." "Can your white girlfriend get the both in her mouth at once?" "I don't know...we...she...never tried." Poor kid was totally embarrassed, and we were just starting. "But she does lick your big black nuts...right? And she does suck on your fat black negro dick?" All of this was a test. It was a test to see if he was submissive enough for me to be able to work with him. It was a test to see if he was the kind of material I wanted to play with. "Yes, Sir..." His voice trembled. "We have oral...she does suck my dick and lick my balls." "No, no, Jonas. She sucks your big black dick and licks your big black sweaty negro balls! This one took him a minute. He struggled with this one. "She sucks my big black dick and licks my big black sweaty negro balls." He actually sighed and slumped in the chair when he finished. "Have you ever sucked dick, Jonas? Plantation Niggers have to suck dick. They have to suck a whole lot of white man dick.They have to wrap their big rubbery lips right around the fat white cock and suck down all that white man ball juice. Whit men enjoy emptying their nuts into a nice full lipped negro boy mouth. Have you ever sucked dick? " "No Sir. I have never had a gay experience of any kind." "Never had any of your high school white boy buddies shove their jock dicks up your black ass?" "No, Sir..." I waited. "I have never had a cock of any kind up my ass...up my black ass, Sir." "If I accept this project...that's one of the first things we will do. I will shove my big white dick up your black bubble ass! I will plow your asshole with my dick. Do you understand that?" He looked like he had turned to jello for a moment. But then, the look I had been waiting for. Submission. "Yes, Sir. that's what I need, Sir. I need to feel that abuse!" "Oh you will. And you will suck dick. You will suck dick until your thick lipped mouth is numb and your throat is raw. You still sure you want this?" Very quiet. "Yes, Sir." "You will also clean my shoes with your tongue. You will also clean my toilet with your tongue. You will be naked all the time and dance for me and my friends. You will do a little "black boy funky jig for us, to entertain us. Your big black boy dick and balls will bounce and swing as you dance for us. You will clean and cook for us...and any mistakes you make...even the smallest, will be repaid with a thick leather belt across your ass. And then maybe a bull whip on your back...and then perhaps a birch rod on your big sweaty black balls! Is that what you want, Boy? Is that what you are seeking?" "Oh, yes, Sir. That is what I need!" I could see the honest need in his eyes. This boy might be lots of fun. I sat back. "Ten thousand dollars! I'll need a week or more to work on you, and the cost for seven days will be ten thousand dollars." "Holy shi....that is a lot of money. How can I spend that kind of money without my parents knowing?" He looked as if he might cry. 'How the fuck do I care? I saw that sports car you drove up in. Sell it! It will take a week or more to give you the full experience, and I don't work cheap. Believe me I will make you feel like a totally inhuman animal! You will be a changed person when this is over!" "I...I..tenthousand. I thought maybe two thousand." "I need your for an entire week...maybe longer. There will be others involved. Suppose I decide to use you as a breeding nigger? Suppose four or five buddies and I want to sit around sipping juleps and watch you fuck your big black dick into some young bitch for our pleasure?" His mouth hung open. "I'd...I'd have to fuck a girl in front of you?" 'You will have to fuck a pig, if we tell you to. Black slaves have no rights! They were not considered human beings! You will know what that feels like. You will fuck a girl, a boy, or a dog, if we tell you to. That costs money. Ten thousand." "Oh my God!" I could see he wanted it. I could see he needed it. Poor over privileged African American boy! "Okay! I'll get the money. I can get it." He looked me in the eyes with a strong sense of commitment. He was very handsome indeed. How lucky I was. How many of you get to work over a beautiful nineteen year old? 'Okay! first test. Take out your dick and show it to me." "Here? In the bar?" His entire body grew tense. "No, in front of the White House. Yes, here in the bar. Take out your dick, now!" He looked around frantically. About a dozen guys in the bar, no one paying attention to us. His fingers went to his zipper and he started to pull it down. "No...Boy. Stand up and take out your dick! If it's not big enough, I won't accept you." There were tears in his young eyes as he stood in front of me and fiddled with his zipper. 'Wait a minute. I've got a better idea. Just drop your trousers down around your ankles!" "Couldn't we...couldn't we go somewhere private?" 'Plantation slaves never ever had any privacy. They shit and pissed in public. They masturbated in public. They fucked and made babies in front of their owners. DROP YOUR PANTS BLACK BOY!" He did, to reveal nice tight white boxer briefs in which a humongous lump of black fuckmeat was quite visible. Now, others in the bar took notice. they walked over to see the show. "All right, Boy, here's the deal. I need a down payment. I'll take your watch, your ring, your sweater, your tee shirt, your shoes and socks and your pants! Give them to me now. You see how kind I am? Because we are just starting I am going to leave you with your bulging underpants. Everything else...off!" His muscular shoulders actually slumped. I saw him transform into a submissive right in front of me! He did need this. Soon, he stood in only his white boxer briefs. He had a beautifully toned body. A nice tight tummy, well formed pecks with lovely rosette nipples, great shoulders. He would take to the whip like a duck to water. I could already see him arching his young ass out to meet my belt! He didn't know how to stand, shuffling from one big naked foot to the other. Each time he moved, his huge cloth covered dick and balls moved as well. He knew better than to try to cover his junk..I'll give him that. His hands hung in tight fists at his side. "I asked you to show me your dick...didn't I?" More men had gathered. "You said i could keep my..." "Take out your dick through the fly in the underpants! I want to see how thick it hangs." After all, I wanted to give him his money's worth. He reached in and fumbled around and then revealed one of the most beautiful hunks of fuckmeat I have ever seen. A cock so beautiful, it should be against the law for a boy like this to ever cover it! They should be made ot walk around at all times with their dicks hanging out1 Well this one would! "I can't wait to measure and weigh that baby on a scale. Get those balls out too. No wonder that dirty white cunt girlfriend loves you!" The balls were equally impressive. He stood there with a dozen men and the bartender watching. Those were tears running down his cheeks. "Tell you what.. Here's ten dollars, go to the bar and get me a vodka martini will you?" He stood there frozen for a moment...a magnificent African American nineteen year old college boy. Then, with his big black cock and full scrotum hanging out of his underpants, he moved toward the bar! Everyone roared with laughter.