Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2018 11:07:54 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: Devon's New Boy - Part 3 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real persons, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teenage boys. Please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay/adult-youth / interracial: oral anal, t/M+ - - - - - Devon's New Boy - Part 3 Come Friday, around noon, Andy leaned against the park gates and waited for the Zephyr to arrive. Devon and Lloyd were running late, so the boy kicked his heels for almost thirty minutes. His head was filled with vivid images of naked black men using his skinny white body. No hole went unfilled in his black-on-white fantasies. Apparently, Devon's Friday evening client had offered more money to bring the session forward. The queer fella was a regular, so Devon was begrudging obliged to accommodate him. Devon rarely rescheduled his appointments, but Neville knew all the right kinks: the rich toffs who liked to slum it as white slaves. He also knew the set that liked to watch white slaves being used and abused by the Devon's posse. Neville worked in the City, for Barings Bank. He was rich and kinky, and Devon supplied him, and his like-minded friends, with street drugs and perverted sex. Devon's posse called him Stick, because he was tall and ultra thin. Albert said he looked like a blind man's cane, when stark bollock naked. Stick was a bully in the City, but enjoyed be used as a namby-pamby milksop in the bondage cellar. Albert had a real thing for the slave - he would tie Stick up, using kinbaku [tight binding] bondage, and lead him around the garden by rope. The naked man, with a rope lead attached to his genitals, would be tugged along the path, through the shrubbery and tied to a tree. Nettles would then be used to flagellate his arse and back. In the cellar, Stick would be hung from the ceiling, kinbaku-style, and whipped into submission. He would then be bent over the bar stool and fucked by the entire posse. The man just loved being used and abused by plebs, especially black plebs with enormous cocks. Devon's posse made a lot of money from Neville and his like-minded friends. The white slaves paid well, and never complained about the cuts and bruises they received in the cellar. Some, like Hugo and Miles, enjoyed watching the posse grope and molest the cockney kinks that needed the money, or enjoyed the pain. Others, like Nigel and Philip, came along for the drugs, or the cane across their bare backsides. Neville's friends were a group of well-heeled deviants and perverts. Albert was an expert in kinbaku bondage. All the slaves wanted him to bind them up, in a tight criss-cross of elaborate knot-work, and suspend them from the cellar ceiling. They liked to hang, face-down and horizontally, in the air. And they went crazy whenever the posse took hold of their dangling cocks and ball-sacs. Black leather hoods were always fitted when Frank, the official photographer, arrived to capture a bondage session on film. None of the slaves wanted to be exposed in the News of the World, but still they liked to be seen in one of Albert's rope creations. Their compulsion to be seen naked, and in bondage, compelled them to take risks. No cameras were allowed, but they did do a lot of charity work for the cockney kinks. Sex parties would be arranged, and paid for by Neville and his friends. The naked toffs would be tied up in front of an audience of naked sadomasochists: dock workers; lorry drivers; office workers. The bisexual and homosexual audience would be paid to watch the white toffs being used and abused by their black masters. Of course, after the bondage came the audience participation section. The toffs would be roughed up and fucked by the sadomasochistic freeloaders. * * * When the car finally arrived, Andy saw Neville sitting in the back. Both he and Neville were very wary of each other. The man didn't like the idea of having a possible loose-cannon boy at the session - the youngster might recognize him from his picture in the newspapers; the banker was flying to Germany that evening to bring back a deal for Great Britain. His banking career would be over in seconds if any hint of scandal got out. However, he did like the idea of having a naked youngster on hand to watch him being roughed up and fucked by the posse. Andy didn't like the idea of having a white, middle-aged man, who looked like his headmaster, at the session. However, he did like the idea of being watched by someone who wasn't actively involved in his black-on-white session. 'Hi, Andy,' said Lloyd. 'Get in the back with Stick. If we don't hurry up, we'll be late.' Stick reached out and groped Andy as the car door shut. The man and boy continued to jostle on the back seat as the Zephyr pulled away. 'Settle down, you two,' said Devon. 'If you want to fool around, do it nicely.' 'He's touching me up,' snapped Andy. 'He's an old pervert!' 'Let him play with your cock, Andy,' said Lloyd. 'But don't get it out until we reach the tunnel.' Stick pushed Andy back, and held him there in a vice-like grip. 'I'm pleased to meet you, Andy,' said Stick. 'I've been told that you're pretty good at sucking cock.' 'Black cock, mister,' snapped Andy. 'That must be pretty satisfying, having a rock-hard cock in your little mouth,' said Stick. 'I've sucked lots of black cock in my time. Nigerian cock is the best, present company excluded.' Stick squeezed Andy's cock through the cotton of his summer shorts. The boy tried to resist, but the man was far too strong for him. 'I really like watching youngsters, like yourself, being face-fucked by jet-black cock,' continued Stick. 'Maybe Devon and I can come up with some sort of arrangement. Maybe a farm visit?' 'That'll cost,' said Devon. 'And the boy will be away from home for a day or two, so he'll need to join the scouts, like Martin and Danny.' 'Yes,' said Stick, squeezing Andy's cock a little harder. 'He'll look real sexy in a scout uniform.' Andy's shorts began to slip down as Stick continued to tussle with the boy on the back seat. 'Ah! No underpants,' exclaimed Stick. 'The boy's come well prepared for a bit of slap and tickle.' Begrudgingly, Andy began to laugh - the old molester had managed to win him over, and tickle him out of his shorts. 'I'm a real sucker for boy-cock,' said Stick, as the car entered the tunnel at speed. * * * In the cellar, Stick stood stark bollock naked in front of Andy and the six-man posse. He was old, yes, but not that old. He looked super fit, and his uncut cock was on par with three of the black cocks in the cellar. He had no body hair at all, and so he did look like a thin, white cane. His short, white hair only added to the 'blind man's cane' image. Albert slapped Stick's arse to refocus his attention. The slave was staring at the naked boy and the arc of black cocks that stood behind him. 'Lie on the floor, slave,' ordered Albert. 'On your back .... I'm going to rope you up and put you in a FrogTied position.' Stick lay on the floor and spread out his arms and legs. 'Now, Andy,' continued Albert. 'I want you to help me tie up this long streak of piss. Take this rope and copy what I'm doing over here, but on his left-hand side. C'mon, boy, step lively!' Andy took hold of the rope and watched Albert bend the slave's right leg and tie the ankle to the upper thigh. The boy quickly did the same to Stick's left leg - the man now looked like a crouched frog on its back. 'Tie those knots real tight,' said Albert to Andy. 'We want him trussed up good and proper.' Andy picked up another length of rope as Albert bent Stick's right arm and tied the wrist to the upper bicep. Andy cocked up the second knot when he did it, but quickly recovered without Albert seeing the mistake. Stick now lay on his back, unable to move. His legs were folded in on themselves and tied off, which exposed his fully erect cock and tight ball-sac to acute exploitation. His arms were folded in on themselves and tied off, which gave his black masters unfettered access to his nipples and armpits. He was now vulnerable to tickle-torture, nipple-torture and genital abuse. 'Good, boy,' said Albert to Andy. 'You'll make a good nawashi [rope master] some day. There will always be slugs like Stick to tie up and abuse. Deep down, they crave sexual exploitation, and will always yield to a man holding a rope. Stick liked the idea of being tied up by a fourteen-year-old boy, and so decided to add the indignity to his list of must-try humiliations. He imagined himself waking up in a barn, naked and dizzy. Three boy scouts stood over him, each holding a long length of rope. They were clearly there to work on their knots and obtain another badge. 'Okay, Andy,' said Devon. 'Get down between Stick's legs and suck him off real slow.' 'Us blackens want to see you whiteys perform,' added Newt. 'You're our bum-boys now, so give us a good show.'