Date: Wed, 3 Feb 2010 12:11:41 -0800 (PST) From: Justin Abbott Subject: WhiteBoysBeatDown Part 7 It took some explaining, but the white boy's girlfriend responded to his phone call and came and picked him up. He told her he had gotten in a fight in a bathroom and fell on the floor, which was why he smelled like piss. She took him home. The next afternoon, he got a text from Daz. He was coming over and would pick him up. They were going over to Jared's parent's house to hang out and because he needed to store a bit of his stash there. The white cock sucker came out willingly enough. As much as he now lived in anticipation of Jakiris's thick black cock, he had to admit that the younger drug dealer was a strong, compelling thug too. When they arrived at the quarterback's place, they saw just Jared's black Hummer H2 alone in the driveway. "His parents are in Hawaii" the kid told Daz. "I need dat truck. Gonna tell dis queer he needs to gimme da keys." The kid ran the doorbell, and Jared eventually answered. He wore just a pair of boxers. Several ugly bruises were on his arms and chest. Daz pushed the white boy aside and walked in. "Nice place you got here, cracka. Go fix me a drink. You white boys know how I roll." The dealer strutted in, holding his jeans up with one hand as they sagged beneath his ass. His long braids fell across his muscular shoulders. "Look, man. You can't come in here. My parents are away and I can't have people over." "Dat your problem, bitch. And if you recall, you is my bitch now. How dat pussy of yours feel today? Daz plopped down on the black leather living room couch, as the skinny blond queer scurried to fix him a drink. The quarterback picked up his phone and started to call the police. "I'm not kidding, you gotta leave now, or I'm calling the cops. It's trespassing!" Daz laughed loudly and pulled out a 9 mm. Kimber Aegis II. "Sit the fuck down boy. Over dere, where I can watch you." The kid handed Daz a strong drink filled with Courvoisier and OJ, and sat down on the floor, away from the line of fire. Daz took a slug and said "Spark me a short, cocksucker." The boy complied, pulling a pack he now carried from his pocket. Disgusted at his now faggoty friend and not truly yet scared of Daz, he said "you wouldn't dare fucking shoot me, so get up now and leave." The quarterback smirked an evil grin. Daz fired two shots just over Jared's head. The bullets smashed through the sliding glass doors leading to the pool. "Go get some duct tape, bitch" he ordered to the white faggot. He sipped his drink and scowled at the quarterback, now prone on his chest on the living room floor. He finished his Newport and ground it out on the white carpet with his Timberland boot. The queer returned from the garage with the grey tape, and felt his cock growing as he marveled at Daz. Surely he and Jakiris and thugs like them were as masculine as it got. He was mesmerized by the sight of such a real man. Daz took no shit! Daz said to Jared "put your hands behind your back, bitch." The white boy didn't need any instructions himself, and he quickly taped up Jared's wrists. "Now tape up dat bitch's ankles." Then Daz got up and walked over to the quarterback, who was being helped to his knees by his white friend. Daz bitch slapped him twice, then grabbed the tape out of the cracker's hands. The thug ripped off several pieces and covered first the quarterback's mouth, and then his eyes. He laughed to himself that when the tape was removed, the white fag would lose his eyebrows. Examining the bruises on the football player's arms, he punched him several times on the biggest one. "I gots to keep those bruises fresh, so you remember you ma bitch." Jared stayed on his knees, at great effort. Daz left his jeans fall down around his ankles. He stroked his growing cock, so big as it tented out the front of his black boxer briefs. His muscles gleamed with sweat, under his black white beater. "Faggot, jerk yourself off and catch it in your hand. Be quick about it too bitch." And the white boy quickly unzipped the fly on his skinny jeans and fished his small white cock out of the white FOL's he wore. Hard as a white can get, from watching Daz dominate and control his friend, he beat off furiously for thirty seconds before dripping out a few weak shots of white cum in his skinny hand. "Pull down his drawers and push dat shit in his asshole, queer." Daz commanded. Jared just knelt there, terrified, gagged, and blindfolded, his hands bound, as Daz gently and almost romantically nuzzled the gun against Jared's neck. The boy complied, pushing his meager offering of thin white cum in his friend's hole. Then Daz pushed the quarterback down on the ground, and pushed the barrel of the revolver into the teen's asshole, pushing it in and out, to the squishing sounds of the second hand cum. He laughed hysterically. ""Fuckin faggot!" His cock throbbed and ached, so he finally pulled out the gun and pulled down his boxer briefs. His huge dark cock stood straight out, at least ten inches of hard black teenage thug cock. He pulled Jared back to his knees and ripped off the duct tape from his mouth, shoving in his engorged dick. Perhaps not surprisingly, as scared as he was, Jared actually began to service his first cock, and it felt so good that Daz came in a minute, shooting gobs of thick teen thug cum into his pussied out mouth. "Fuck dat shit good, faggot! Suck dat nigga dick you muthafuckin pussy!" Sated, and now panting and sweating, Daz pulled up his underwear and then his jeans. "Put dat shit away" he told the cowering white punk, who quickly pushed his shriveled little cock back in his skinny jeans. "Find some shit to tie diss cocksucker up wid. Den get me his Hummer keys. I'm calling Jak to get over here and see I got me a white bitch too!" In Part 8, just as Jakiris is ready to take a ho, his white faggot, and Daz along to Miami, will this new dynamic rearrange who is the Alpha Male? And will Jakiris cede Jared to Daz willingly? Peace, Justin justinnewjersey@yahoo.com