Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2023 22:31:58 +0000 From: sammythesub19 Subject: White Boy Gets Blackmailed -- Chapter 13 Chapter 13 -- New Lows I was stood on the corner, with my hood up and my waterproof pulled up to my eyes, the mystery car wasn't anywhere in sight. I checked three times to make sure I was stood on the corner T instructed, and yet no sign of anyone. It was a desolate, odd part of London that was almost entirely populated by retro office blocks, and yet no sign of life anywhere. I check my phone, 23:24. he was supposed to be here at half 10... I'm so glad I decided to wear this coat, I thought. I was drawn to wearing my long peacoat and scarf for the warmth but decided against it. While I was a little chilly, at least I wasn't wet. Small victories... I didn't like moments like this, as it gave me too much time to think, too much time to recollect, and gave the possibility of the photographer taking back control. But with the wind and rain lashing at my face, and no car in sight, the only thing I had time to do was think. My last video was a hit, not just with the anonymous perverts online but with T and his friends. That night when I saw them it was all they could talk about, in between taking my clothes off and handing me between each other, manhandling me into the next big pair of meaty arms, they asked me how I managed it, how I found the right guy, what was his reaction. They seemed more curious than horny for once, but at least a little astounded by my ingenuity when I was asked for the impossible. The lengths this one will go to catch a fat black cock, one exclaimed. He wasn't wrong. They were almost impressed, All apart from T, who (as usual) seemed to not care a single iota. It was expected of me, that I understood. And we were on the same wavelength, I knew it wasn't that impressive, I did what needed to be done to cling onto the last shred of dignity, barely worth protecting in hindsight. And that night started differently but ended like every other, sore and humiliated. It began with those questions, which I was floored by, the fact they almost tried to have a conversation with me was almost disorientating, to have conversation directed at me expecting a response was bewildering. Usually when I had finished my circuit of blowjobs and maybe one of the men had been bold enough to take me in front of T without his permission, I would scurry out of their flat. Cum pouring out of both ends trying to throw my big coat over the top and cover myself, before being thrust out into the hallway without even a goodbye. This time, T grabbed me by the back of the neck and sat me down. I sat there, on the edge of his sofa, completely naked waiting for his permission to look at him. He came down to my level and looked me dead in the eye. "You're a resourceful bitch ain't ya, think we're all impressed by that stunt, well some of the fucking shits for brains here are but I'm not, I just know you're a brain dead slut who was gagging for a reason to suck dick. You're welcome". He wasn't wrong, and as usual, after anything said by T I went bright red and felt humiliated, he knew my happy place. A fresh wave of rain lashed into my face and brought me back to my present situation. For some reason, what made me most nervous of all was some kind of police coming to question why I was suspiciously standing on the same corner for hours, looking shifty with my hood up. To make matters worse, if they interrogated me a little further they'd realise I wasn't wearing a whole lot underneath my big coat, and a slew of awkward questions would sure enough follow... This train of thought started my getting a little twitchy and nervous, which probably made me look even more suspicious. How did I get myself into this situation? There's the simple answer to that and the longer answer which brought me down this path in the first place. Best not think about the heaps of blackmail and phycological manipulation I was buried under at the moment, I'd come to terms with this mental prison I'd found myself in, best not to dwell on it. The simple answer started with a text. As usual, a few days after that night, my phone lit up with a text from T, the heart palpitations and the butterflies came along with his name as they always did and I clicked on it hastily to see what he wanted. I'd learn my lesson by now to keep him waiting, it would only make my life more difficult. He wasn't one for descriptive language or long messages, in fact sometimes it could take some deciphering to figure out what he was trying to ask of me, which only made him more angry. I imagine most of the texts were done from behind the wheel, that's how low down I was on his priority list. This one was simple enough to figure out, and yet, ended with a request that had me scratching my head. It started as a simple screenshot of my professional photography instagram page. This would quickly followed by a second screenshot of my most recent post which featuring the fashion shots of the stylish black man. And then finally, one last screenshot of T about to comment the xtube blowjob link on that post. It was a threat, of course. My heart racing, I simply replied 'please dont x'. 'Meet me at a corner at 10:30pm tonight. Wear little. Will send on address soon' 'Okay'. As promised, he sent on the address and here I was, confused, flustered, and drenched. At 23:48, a black Mercedes with tinted windows rolled around the corner and stopped a few metres down the road. It gave me pause, but considering it was sat there for just longer than you might expect I quickly realised this was my ride. A little hesitant but just thankful for the idea of cover I approached the car and as I did, the front passenger door popped open. Am I about to be kidnapped, trafficked or assaulted, who knows but at least I'll be dry. Thankfully, it was T. I'm not sure why but for some reason I had imagined it might be someone else picking me up, as if he's too busy or important to run an errand like this. Maybe he likes driving, maybe there's a reason it had to be him picking me up because of god knows where we were going. I knew better than to ask. "Heyy" I said as I got in. Nothing. Typical, he took off at speed and I quickly lost my bearings. As we raced around small back streets to neighbourhoods that looked like they were becoming progressively more dodgy, I thought I should at least try and pluck up the courage to find out where he could possibly be taking me. Regardless of what position I was about to be put in, just to know what position that might be could bring some comfort. As I started to shift my body language and clear my throat, he extended his hand, palm up. That stopped me in my tracks. "Phone." He said, without emotion, without reason, just "phone". Predictably, I started rambling, trying to string a sentence to just ask the simple question: why. After a few seconds of my spluttering he looked my in the eyes, cold and calculated. I handed over my phone. He slipped it into the side compartment of the drivers door and kept driving. After a few minutes of silence he slowed down and came to a stop. I froze, waiting for his direction. This was a rough area, and I mean really, really uninviting. The kind of place no one wants to walk through in the dead of night. Blocks of council houses, maybe it was full of families down on their luck, or maybe it was full of up and comers trying to catch a break but for someone like me, from a privileged background of quite suburban villages and RP english, this was not my happy place. Perhaps it looked a little more inviting in daylight, but that was not the case Midnight on a Friday. I didn't want to get out of the car, I just didn't. He unbuckled my seat belt for me and leaned over. "This is where you prove to me that you're worth the fucking trouble, it might get sketchy in there, if it does I'll handle it. You do what I say, when I say it, if I say impress, you know what I fucking mean, do your thing, if I say shut the fuck up, you make less noise than a fucking mouse, mouse, and if I say we're leaving grab your shit and we're gone. If it works out, you're making us some fucking money tonight, and you're going to be fucking. Now get the fuck out of my car." With the last sentence he spat a little which hit my face, fuck, why am I the way I am, it felt like it belonged there, I didn't even want to wipe it off. I barely registered, as he leant into yell into my face all I could do was breathe him in, a mix of sweat and cheap aftershave, his angry lips curled into a grimace, just like when he cums. All I remembered from what he said was do what he says, and I'm making him some money. Okay. I got out of the car and waited for his lead. Like a lost puppy I followed him into a block of flats and up the old, shaking steel box of an elevator. Floor 7 is where we got out. My heart was pounding, door by door we passed and with them came a cacophony of sound. Dogs barking ferociously, men shouting, women screaming, loud music thumping. Yep, just got to be open to new experiences, I thought. Any normal, sane humanbeing would run away at this point. Run away, go to the police station and explain everything, the blackmail, the coercion, the revenge porn, the non consensual sex. But then again, I'm not a normal person, my brain chemistry had been well and truly altered forever. And who was I kidding, it wasn't non consensual, we both knew I wanted it, and we both knew I wanted to be here, following T like a lap dog till the end of the world, I may as well be on all fours and wearing a collar. Maybe that's what he'll ask of me next week. We finally ended up at flat 704. A steady, rhythmic pulsing came from inside. Definitely found the right place, I thought. T pounded on the door and lit a blunt while we waited. He pounded again. Suddenly the door swung open and the biggest, fattest black man I had ever seen opened the door. He had loose basketball shorts on and a stained tank top and bald as a bowling ball. His height was monstrous, for me being just 5'6" he seemed gigantic, 6'6" perhaps but I simply couldn't tell. Between his legs he was holding a very aggressive looking dog who looked like it wanted to bite my head off. Leaping and nashing in my direction, he restrained it with a chain around its neck as it tried to yank free. Great start. He took one look at me and started laughing. "J, why the fuck you making me wait out here dog, you want me to fuck your sister again?" "Hey shut the fuck up T ya know I didn't mean nothing by it, music's loud innit. Got one for me?" The dog wouldn't stop, barking and barking, I backed away slightly as he looked like he was losing his grip. T grabbed me by the collar and held me in place, as if I was his dog, which made me laugh a little on the inside. "Down boy, shut the fuck up! Sorry about him sugar, not a fan of white bitches, see's you as something to fuck or kill haha. So what the fuck is that thing doing here?" "This is my bitch, mouse, and she's hear to make us some money tonight aren't you..." He gripped my jaw in his hand so hard I made fish lips, I couldn't speak, all I could do was nod. "Ah alright, good good good, you could have given me some warning, bit of a weird time to show up but I guess it is a Friday night. Little thing like that should be able to get some good custom in, plenty of pervs walking the streets. Well get in quick, let's take the photos and get the ball rolling. You ready to get broken sweetheart?" I looked at my feet. "mmhmm" Well, now I'm a whore. Tick that off the bucket list.