Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2022 17:58:40 +0000 From: sammythesub19 Subject: White Boy Gets Blackmailed - Chapter 3 Chapter Three: A Bigger Favour There wasn't a single noise from the upstairs apartment the next day. Or the day after, or the day after that. It's an understatement to say I felt like a new person. I was getting the best sleep of my life and in those days I was producing my best work. Two successful shoot days and countless great photographs edited and fine tuned. Happy clients and a happy creative. So when the music did return on that fourth night I was heartbroken. I thought we had a new found understanding, especially after a few days in a row of complete silence, I thought I had got through to them or even better they'd been kicked out. But no, here it was again. Back and louder than ever. Thump, thump thump. I let it go for the first hour, and the second, and the third. By that point it was almost 3am, my eyes stung from how tired I was. A long shoot day, followed by many hours of editing well in to the evening hadn't helped. Believing I had a good long nights sleep ahead of me, I decided to edit long in the night, what a mistake that was. Now I was back laying awake on the verge of tears because my eyes were begging for respite. I couldn't think of anything worse than having to go up and confront them a second time, but suddenly before I could contemplate my actions I found myself half asleep standing outside their door. Almost like a dream, my body had seemed to have already knocked on the door and he answered. "Sup Little Mouse, wondered when I'd see you again. What you need?" "I was wondering..." He rolled his eyes and clicked his knuckles, he's annoyed. "I swear to god if you ask me to turn this music down you'll be fucking sorry" Oh god, what now. Stand up for yourself I thought. "I just need to get some..." "Alright enough of this come in come in, let's talk it through" Quietly relieved and equally anxious to be headed back into the lions den, I stepped through and into the spotlight once more. He seemed annoyed and much more aggressive than before, maybe this wasn't a good idea. The big friend turned, huge joint in his mouth. Inhaled, held, exhaled and exclaimed. "The fuck you wearing mouse, are you serious?" I completely forgot I was in my pyjamas. What the fuck was I thinking. And little did you know I went bright red again as they all started to laugh. "Haha you look cute shawty, what the fuck are those, some silk number just for me? You a fancy little boy aren't you?" "They were a present." "From a sugar daddy?" One of the women sarcastically through out for everyone to enjoy. I didn't answer, what was the point. `T' then cut in, "so I'm guessing your again hear about the noise" "Yeah and I..." He raised his hand, by that time I knew what it meant and I obeyed. "You see, I've helped you out once and that's cool, I was happy to do it. I'm a nice guy, but you see today is my birthday. So I ain't turning the music down, birthday gets me in the mood that if someone asks me to do something I don't want to do I'm gonna do the opposite. You want it down..." He put his hand on the dial of the speaker and twists, all of a sudden the music jumps up in volume to almost ear splittingly loud. "I'M GONNA TURN IT UP" Completely out of character but with no other choice I yelled back: "PLEASE CAN WE COME TO SOME SORT OF AGREEMENT!" That seemed to spark his interest, and not only for him. His friends all started giving each other suspicious looks. What's going on? I thought. Slowly and methodically T turns the dial back down to the original volume, loud but bearable. "Well, like what Shawty? We've got all the alcohol we need, maybe you want to go and pick us up some Coke? "No... no please I can't do that" "Alright weed then? Or organise some hookers? What about kill that bitch who's sleeping with my sister. What about you dance for us, bring us some entertainment" On and on his friends through outlandish request after outlandish request, it all became too much to the point where I blurted out: "No please there must be something I can actually do." Suddenly getting scared of the ideas his friends were coming with and what they would propose next, T's next offer seemed like a welcome lifeline. "Alright Mouse, how about we step into my room for some privacy and we can talk this out, away from this lot" Thank god. "Sure that sounds great...thank you." I followed him like a lost puppy into what seemed to be his bedroom and he closed the door behind me. I immediately felt a different energy, a bit safer, a bit more relaxed. His room was messy but kind of inviting. Posters of naked women plastered his walls, there were piles of sneaker boxes and all was lit up by a beautiful soft orange glow from his bedside lamp. He sat on the edge of his bed, looking at me, studying. The silence was too much, it felt like an eternity, I had to say something. "I'm sorry if I've ruined your birthday. I just feel like..." He put up a hand that told me to stop talking, I did what I was told. "Don't be intimidated by all those guys out there, they're just big softies" "They don't look like big softies..." He started to laugh, genuinely laugh. It was infectious. We both laughed together in a beautiful moment. Then I realised what a nice smile he had, he was intimating looking for sure but it softened him a little, showed me I was capable of giving him something that made him happy. "No they don't and they'll fuck you up if you cross them... but if you do something for them they'll do something for you, you keep them sweet and they'll stick their neck out for you. You understand that right? That's why I keep them around, we're alike like that". "That sounds nice" I said warmly. He didn't say anything but kept analysing me up and down with his eyes. It made me nervous all over again, I brought the conversation back to what I needed. "So what kind of arrangement can we come to, please, is there anything I can do for you that doesn't ruin your birthday and means you can turn the music down and I can get some sleep." "And you don't like any of their suggestions?" "No, none of them." "Okay, well I've got an idea." "Okay anything." "You could suck my dick." I half laughed, it was said with such conviction and confidence and so startling, without a hint of sarcasm and without any regard to how extreme a request that it is that I was stunned into laughter. But I stopped laughing when he sat there with a expressionless, saying nothing. Oh god. He meant it. I stood there motionless. Heart racing. "What? No, I..." "You said you'd do anything, you just said that. it's my birthday and that's what I'm asking for, call it a birthday present. On my birthday I want a blow job and I want it from you." "No, you can't be serious." My head was spinning, was this a dream? See this is what you get, you deserve this I thought. Be careful what you wish for, I was humiliated and embarrassed with myself from the other night, now I'd really done it. He suddenly got very stern. "Listen you've got to start taking me seriously, when I say something I mean it. You did us a favour and we kept the noise down, in fact we kept it down day after day for you..." "And I'm thankful but..." "Don't interrupt me, you're clearly thankful enough clearly to come up here on my birthday just one day of noise and now you're asking me to stop celebrating. That's a big ask, and again you offer nothing in return. Do you know how rude that is. You turned down the other suggestions so this is my final offer. You asked a favour before and gave us a favour back, but now you're asking for a bigger favour, you're asking me to turn the music down and stop having fun on my birthday. So you need to step it up and give me something bigger in return, that's the way it works." I started to think about it, my mind was racing. It's true maybe I had been rude coming up here just like that, and it is his birthday. I guess I would hate it if someone told me to stop having fun on my birthday. But no no no where is my self respect, I'm supposed to be taken seriously, I'm not a prostitute doing sexual favours for people just like that. "Well I'm not sure if I..." He clearly saw how conflicted I was, so he adjusted his tone back to have an edge of reassurance. "Look, it's just a blowjob, it doesn't mean anything. I get my dick sucked every other day, it's casual. It's not a big deal. All those girls out there I could bring any one of them in here and they'd slurp up my big black cock just like that but they're not asking me to stop celebrating my birthday. You are." He widened his legs ever so slightly, and I knew why. The movement from his legs made my nervous eyes dart towards the movement and then I noticed it. Through his sweatpants I could see the outline of his cock. It looked big, very big. He saw my eyes darting back and forth thinking, do I really have a choice? Maybe it isn't a big deal, but the idea of it was so degrading. The alcohol run was embarrassing but this something else, this is like ownership. "I know you've been thinking about it, c'mon the way you were looking at us the other day. Being a pretty boy like you must have had some attention in the past, if you haven't sucked a dick before you must have thought about it. "I just need my dick sucked and my birthday is good. Then I can turn the music down and wrap up the celebrations. And if you don't I'll never turn the music down ever again. Simple as that. Now what do you say." Without even waiting for my answer shuffled down his sweatpants and before I could protest he flopped out his cock from his boxers. I froze. I cannot overstate how huge his dick was. We all know how black guys are famous for their big black cocks (it's literally a porn category, and a saying; once you go black you can never go back). But it really can't prepare you for it in real life, I was ready for something huge but not like this. In my slutty days I'd taken big white dicks but this was a whole new level, it's weight, it's presence. It must have been 9 or 10 inches easily, and almost as thick as my forearm. Without question as thick as a Coke can. He was circumcised with a thick vein running down the seemingly never ending shaft and it was set above two huge balls. It rested with such heft over his boxers it felt as if it would pull them from the weight. Fuck, how am I supposed to say no to such a beast, it felt like if I said no it might try and kill me. And his dick was black, and I mean black. His skin tone was a dark brown but his dick was jet black, it was beautiful. And his helmet was a beautiful rose pink colour and was aching to be wet by my spit. It was genuinely one of the more impressively, intimidating, beautiful things I had ever set my eyes on. It seemed hard but it was facing completely down. Surely it couldn't get any bigger. This was blackmail, I had no choice. I was trapped, I heard what he said loud and clear, if I didn't do this he'll never turn the music down ever again. I'll never sleep again, goodbye career, goodbye apartment, goodbye everything. Humiliated, silenced and subservient I dropped to my knees in front of him. "Down be scared mouse, he likes you. Come say hi." I edged closer to him. On my knees I approached, being face to face with his massive cock was an almost overwhelming experience. My mouth was just drawn to it, naturally gravitating towards the tip. I almost forgot I was supposed to be against this idea. But at least the choice was taken away from me, I couldn't put up a fight, I had to please him. I took it in my hand and was barely able to wrap my small hand around it, it was so aggressive looking and it was kind of hard so it was only going to get bigger. I pushed my hand down the shaft and wrapped my lips around his massive helmet. If I do a good job for him maybe he'll notice and give me more than I can ask for in return, but more importantly if I did a bad job and I couldn't make him finish then he might despise me and go back on the deal, understandably. Let's show my new master a good time. I took his whole helmet in my mouth and sucked deep while running my hand purposefully up and down his huge shaft. I moved my soft lips over the ridge of his helmet and down the shaft as far as I could. I felt him becoming hard in my mouth and unsurprisingly bigger, which I didn't even think was possible. "I knew it bitch, you've sucked dick before. You got the moves. Just like that mouse" He grabbed the back of my head just like in those videos and pushed my head down until I started to choke on it. He laughed. "But obviously never black dick" I could barely fit half of it in my mouth but I did my best, there was dribble running down his shaft onto the carpet. Every now and again he would pull his dick out of my mouth to slap me in the face with it, the disrespect turned me on, I felt like one of the boys in the video. He then buried my face in his big balls I sucked deeply on them while he jerked himself off. Then suddenly my head would be grabbed and back in the cock would go. I could never predict what he was going to do next, I just had to whatever I could to pleasure him. Then came the verbal abuse, again just like the videos: "Yeah take that big dick white boy" "You like serving real men don't you, you're not a man you're a fucking pussy boy. Here to serve black men isn't that right?" "You don't deserve pussy, you're our pussy" As he started to moan louder and verbally abuse me I suddenly became conscious of everyone else just on the other side of the door. Of course he noticed. "Listen to how loud that music eyes they can't hear us. Suck on that dick boy, gawk on it show me a good time." It felt pretty amazing to have something so big in my mouth like it was an honour to try and bring it pleasure. I was so focused on the massive cock before time that I was trying to please I didn't even realise for a couple of minutes that he was on his phone. Had I bored him? And then it hit me, please tell me he's not filming this... as soon as I brought his dick out of my mouth he knew what I was going to ask, the dismissive hand went up again. "I'm just ordering the weed you refused to get us mouse, keep sucking" Thank god for that, I got back to work as instructed, I brought both hands onto the shaft and more aggressively through my head into gawking on his dick as I was told. I started to flip between that and sucking deeply on the helmet until I felt his other hand grabbing the hair on the back of my head. His breathing intensified as he started pushing my head down faster and faster. I couldn't believe it, I was going to be able to make him cum, I'm not so boring after all. I was elated. "You ready for my big black load boy" Mmhmmm I managed in approval. To my surprise he pulled his dick out of my mouth and instructed me "open and look at me" Mouth open, tongue out and looking into his angry dark eyes I was ready. A few grunts and then it came. Ropes of thick hot cum started to coat my tongue, chin, nose and all over my face. I couldn't believe he was able to cum that much and he was still going. The feeling of this warm cum coating my face was an irresistible feeling, the physical personification of the pleasure I'd brought to him. And how dominated I was. With a few primal grunts and a couple of token slaps of his dick on my face that let me know I'd satisfied his needs. I pulled my face away, covered in cum and swallowing all the liquid that sat in my mouth. As I sat there confused and dazed a towel hit me in the face. "There you go girl, use my cum rag to clean yourself up." I shamefully wiped my face with the crusty towel, wondering how many times it had been used and how many times it had actually been washed... red in the face and with teary eyes I got back up and tried to compose myself, how was I going to convince anyone out there that we had just talked when I looked like this. With my mind racing he suddenly sent me back into submission mode. "You know what you are now right, you're my property, you're a woman now. Don't forget that, what are you?" "A girl" "That's right, my bitch, you do what I want and I don't have to give you anything I don't want to" And with that he headed back out of his bedroom to join his friends. I followed him out sheepishly, eyes glued to the floor. There was suddenly complete silence in the room apart from the booming music. "Well we talked it through guys and mouse is letting us keep the music on, we just couldn't come to an agreement could we shorty?" What?! Oh god, after all that, nothing was going to change. I couldn't believe it, I was godsmacked and ashamed for being so gullible. And now I knew what he'd done. He knew I couldn't tell anyone what I'd just done, how I lowered myself to a slut, a whore for nothing. He had gotten everything he wanted for the price of nothing. I was on the verge of tears when a massive cheer came and I suddenly felt saved from my low point. "Well done mouse! Come to your senses after all. You should come and join us some time." A smile crept over my face before I headed for the door. Defeated, confused and cock drunk I was a mixture of emotions heading down the elevator, I didn't know who I was anymore. Or What I wanted. And it dawned on me that the noise was probably never going away, not after what I'd done. He'd defeated me, fair and square. But something had changed, when I got back to the apartment I got into bed and instead of seeing the pulsing sound from a subjective perspective I started to think about it's context. I thought about the flat and the people in it, how much fun they were having thanks to me, how I made his birthday extra special, how nice his cock felt in my mouth. Before I knew it I was asleep.