Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2020 03:04:09 -0500
From: nakedscribe@gmail.com
Subject: Blacklist: Jose (Story 1)

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  Jose meandered across the marble laden floors, his sneakers squeaking,
with all of the hustle and bustle of city life that he had become
accustomed to. A slight chill hung in the air as his skin prickled from the
a/c that kept an otherwise summer ridden room at a comfortable
temperature. His gaze fell onto the business execs as they made their way
to their various destinations most of which were making their way past the
security posts and into the elevators. A few other men like himself where
smattered in between the others faced with the same new world order that he
too was used to dealing with on a daily basis. Ever since that damned study
came out, he and others like him were forced into a life of abject
nudity. Never mind whether or not it was true, what only mattered was what
people believed and people believed it to be true.

  His own erection throbbed with an almost violent unending rage that would
make lesser men weep as he travelled up the elevator carriage to his
thirteenth floor office. Jose didn't like jerking off in public like so
many other men in his condition would so vehemently engage in. No, he was
too old fashion for that kind of "non-sense" despite it being made legal
for he, his people, and other men of similar skin tone. It wouldn't take
much these days for him to sport a throbber of unprecedented magnitude: a
slight breeze, a pursing of lips, or even the suggestion of being
attractive was enough to send his libido into overdrive. His face reddened
as he snapped back to reality. The snickering of the other men on the lift
made him keenly aware of the unwanted attention he was starting to
garner. One of them reached out and caressed the tip of his member causing
him to let out the smallest of shudders as pleasure electrified his entire
body. Another giggle and snort erupted from the back as another hand slid
across his left butt cheek forcing him to let out a whimper. As he turned
to look at his aggressors he couldn't help but wonder which one was the
closet-case. "Later stud," one of them sneered as the doors closed shut
taking with it an uproar of laughter.

  A drop of precum oozed slowly from his piss slit as he hurried into his
office his face red from embarrassment at what had just happened. He needed
to beat off, although he hated being turned on by nearly any trigger. He
was just about to take his boisterous member into his hands when a knock
came at his door. Fuck, Jose thought to himself, now is not the time. His
penis leaked even harder as if to penalize him for not being attended
to. "Yeah, what is it?" the nude Latino called out. "Meeting in five
minutes," a male coworker called back. Jose's boner throbbed at the concept
of being unable to be played with before the meeting as a wet tear of his
pre-sauce slid down his thick veiny shaft. It ached and twitched desperate
for attention, but the naked man was unwilling to capitulate to the notion
that he would have time to squirt a load off. He grabbed a notepad and pen
from off of his desk and made his way to the conference room, his raging
boner slapping against his flat stomach the entire time.

  He got into the room and oriented himself with regards as to where he
would be stationed. Today was the day that the new government liaison would
be doing the orientation on the new sexual harassment policies that had
gone into effect recently.

  "OK, may I have your attention, please?" the liaison tried to call
order. The dull and indistinct murmuring continued on as people either
ignored or hadn't noticed what was happening.

  "HEY," Jose raised his voice firmly, "Guys it's time for the meeting to
start; so let's pay attention!"

  "Thank you Señor Morales," the imposing man started. "As you many of
you have noticed there have been some new radical laws that have recently
taken effect within the United States of America. These laws are not meant
to undermine anyone's `rights' but are there to protect US Citizens from
harm. Now in regards to the study that was done, it has been tested and
retested with the same results multiple times before being admitted as
grounds for these new laws. As such, it was a unanimous decision on all
three branches of the government to enact these laws. Although several
arrests have been made in regards to violators of these new laws, I am not
here today to comment on those. I am here only to help with the
interpretation of these new laws and how best to adhere to them. Any
questions?"

  Everyone collectively shook their heads no as he continued to speak about
the new changes.
  "Good, now with that out of the way, we can get to the meat and bones of
the situation." The agent spent the next hour going over who would be
affected, how things would be handled and other such logistics causing Jose
to tune out. Jose desperately tried to remain focused on the presentation,
but after a few seconds his mind started wandering back to his unyielding
erection. He wanted to start wanking as his meat screamed at the top of its
lungs to be played with. Those men on the elevator really did a number on
me, he sheepishly thought. It wasn't long before his hand absentmindedly
wandered to his jizz sheened rod. As he sat there he got lost in the
sensations that he had been denying himself. Up and down his hand went
lovingly caressing his member feeling a wave of pleasure that he felt
deserving of. The sex-crazed Latino started panting and moaning as the rest
of the world slipped away from him until nothing but his own genitals
remained. It wasn't long before he could feel his own male juices begin to
churn in anticipation of their climatic release. Like a bolt of lighting
his sticky white cream blasted forth releasing heights of much needed
pleasure for him. He cried "AY DIOS MÍO!" at the top of his lungs as
blast after blast of his man milk rocketed forth from his Mexican piss slit
showering the first row of meeting participants. After realizing what had
just happened he issued an apology as the agent looked on with unusual
interest. "Sorry," Jose sheepishly popped.

  "No problem," the agent replied, "See folks, it's this type of behavior
that our politicians were informed of. Men like Sr. Morales here are more
subject to their sexual desires far more readily than the rest of
society. Think about this the next time you put one of these men into
clothes. They are sexually charged beasts who can't control themselves and
need constant relief. We non-blacklisted men will be allowed to use them as
we see fit. And I can't stress this enough: they aren't lesser, they are
just different. With all that said...dismissed!" As the employees filed out
of the room, the few that remained were cleaned themselves thoroughly as
Jose quickly mopped up the remains that had hit the floor. As he was bent
over cleaning up his cum he could feel a tiny pinch on his right butt
cheek. He turned around to see the agent winking at him. "So sexy," his
demeanor had changed, "how about I buy you a six pack of Corona, take you
back to my place, and we spend the remainder of the day and evening going
at it like wild rabbits?"

  "No man," Jose countered trying his best to keep from getting rock hard
after that pinch. "I'm not gay! I like women - I'm married with a wife and
two sons at home!"

  "Well that's not what your penis is saying."

  "I think we're done here!" Jose stormed out of the room despite the
tingling that his balls were giving him. The naked Mexican was seething
with anger at what had just happened and couldn't wait to get back to his
desk to file a report with the agent's supervisor. His half flaccid love
stick swayed from side to side with each step that he took, leaving a small
trail of post release goo in his wake.

  Once he made it back to his office, he sat down at his desk readying
himself to make the call as his scrotal sack glided across the soft plush
cotton of his chair. A shiver of erotic delight traveled up from his sack,
up his spine, to his hormone drowned brain. Jose's dick once again began to
harden and leak announcing once again its overwhelming intentions. Oh God,
please no - not now, he tried to argue with the desire to stroke his man
member. He picked up the phone and began to dial the agent's head office
phone number struggling to maintain his composure. Hold music; as he waited
for someone to pick up, his hand travelled down to demanding erection which
ordered him to play with it. He motioned his hand along the shaft carefully
feeling out each thickened vein paying careful and unwavering attention to
each one. Every sensation that went into him was like a mind blowing
revelation taking in the breadth of every inch of hardened flesh. Jose
panted and moaned as he massaged his fuck stick letting out the smallest of
whimpers as he touched the glans at the head of his uncut beauty. Another
five minutes and his desk was now awash with man soda as he cried out "AY,
AY, AY - DIOS MÍO - GRACIAS POR EL TODO!"

  "Sir, sir," a female voice rang out yanking his attention back to the
matter at hand. "Is there a reason you called today?"
  "Ye-yes yes there is. I wanted to file a complaint against one of your
agents in regards to sexual misconduct."
  "Ok, and what is the name of the woman that was violated?"
  "No - no, it wasn't a woman, it was me."
  "Oh, I see; look señor, we take sexual misconduct allegations very
seriously here and if you are just gonna clog up our grievance line with
your shenanigans then I will hang up right now. You're lucky I don't report
your ass!" *Click*

  "Hello? Hello?" It took Jose all of five seconds to realize that the line
was disconnected. Crestfallen the Mexican decided it was best to return to
his work as his rage had vacated his body with his most recent orgasm. He
cleaned his desk of his fluids making sure to get every little droplet that
had erupted its way from deep within him. After cleaning his mess he sat
back down only to have the soft cotton padding tickle his massive bull
balls once more. Aw fuck, he chided himself, not again. His once flaccid
member sprung to life enraged at having been awoken yet again. He didn't
want to concede to its demands, but he knew he'd be given little
choice. This time he made the decision to grab one of his mandatory seminal
rags and placed it over his piss slit. For the next ten minutes he would
once again lose himself in self lust stroking his meat stick, building his
way to another explosive finish. Over and over he beat himself chastising
his own body for making him do this. Jose wished he could be normal, just
go back to the way things were before the Great Revelation. Then again,
wasn't he always like this? Wasn't his libido always in control of him?
Wasn't it always this maddening? Everytime he became aroused it was like
molten rock had replaced his blood forcing its way between his legs making
him rock hard and longing for more. Just then, a blast of warm creamy goo
ejected itself from his gorgon's eye satiating his lustful urges for the
time being. For the next few hours he would try desperately to get as much
work done as he possibly could, only stopping to ejaculate as absolutely
necessary. Six more orgasms later and it was lunch time.

  Jose arrived downstairs with no incident of anyone fondling him or
manhandling him along the way. He had managed to get in an elevator full of
women who only rolled their eyes at his base and uncouth "dressing habits."
As he vacated the lift, he could hear a few of them snort their contempt of
his lack of garments despite knowing that this was the law. He could swear
one of them chided him with a "pervert." Crossing the main lobby, he could
feel each slap that his testicles gave him wishing desperately to cover
himself as a few men looked at him like how ravenous wolves would look at a
raw steak. Suddenly he felt even more exposed than ever before and tried
cover his junk with one of his hands sending a tingle through his body. He
got in line for the meal that the gourmet chef had prepared for the
employees. He could hear the moans and groans coming from dining area as
some of his coworkers were already being pounded and sucked. This was a
fairly common behavior at this time of day. The Latino tried to mentally
drown out the sounds of passions as best as he could eager to keep another
embarrassing erection from forming. He spotted his usual cohorts sitting in
the corner chowing down on their respective meals. A group of Blacklisters
had decided to band together at lunch in an effort to reduce their chances
of being sexually assaulted by those who wore clothes. In reality, however,
they knew that this would do little to deter such acts from occurring, but
it did give them a sense of false security. A slight breeze swept across
the groups exposed vulnerable flesh, causing everyone in the group to pop
another rager. A few thwaps could be heard as some of the larger pieces hit
the underside of the table. Jose turned his head to watch as one of the
unlucky few that had been unlucky enough to not sit with their little
entourage was getting pounded as he begged for mercy from his attacker.

  "Is that Lopez, again?" he inquired in a whispered hush as he tried to
ignore the furious stiff one that had formed from the breeze.
  "Yeah, poor bastard," came one of his allies' response. "It's his 20th
rape this week. I hear his rectal cavity is permanently misshapen."
  "I hear only blood comes out his backside now."
  "I hear he's been asking for it by teasing the men in his department." A
look of disgust and fury impaled the Mid-Easterner at this
suggestion. "What? I mean that's what happens, right? I mean we all are
naked 24/7 and anything will set off our superiors turning them on which in
turn forces them to put us in our place. They're the sexually dominant
ones; history and science both prove it. I mean, I'm just saying what
everyone here knows to be true."
  "Pendejo," one of his colleagues murmured.
  Soon Lopez's screams and cries became too much for Jose and his buddies
to ignore. They tried forcing themselves to look away and avoiding the
scene, but instead stared with all the studious trepidation of watching a
train-wreck. They gawked as his attacker, one of the higher ups, slammed
into the Blacklister's sweat drenched ass, his legs shoved high into the
air. Lopez shrieked, "OH GOD, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP! MAKE IT STOP! HE'S
RAPING ME! DON'T JUST SIT THERE - HELP ME!" His attacker pulled his skin
flute out of the tight Latino's rectum before slamming it back in. The
twenty five year old let out another bloodcurdling scream. Jose grimaced as
the shriek rebounded off the walls while everyone pretended not to notice
what was happening. He felt powerless, but thankful that no one had decided
to rape him as of yet. The man kept on thrashing rhythmically as though
there was drum beat that only he could hear. Tears of pain and shame
streamed down Lopez's face as his gazed caught Jose's eyes. A look of deep
sorrow and despair gleaned in his eyes as he mouthed the word help to the
naked Mexican. Jose once again felt powerless to stop what was happening
and knew the consequences of interference. Finally the attacker tossed his
head up to the ceiling crying out in ecstasy "FUCK YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M
TALKING ABOUT! UUUUURGGGHHH!" the man orgasmed deep within the young
victim's rectal cavity. Jose shuddered as he finished his meal wishing
never to be a victim in his life.

  Jose got up bused his own tray trying to forget the events that had just
taken place, ignoring heart-breaking mewings that Lopez produced. A jizz
janitor came to clean up the puddle Jose and his buddies had left in their
wake. The Mexican hadn't taken more than five steps away from the ill
defined cafeteria when he was overcome with sexual desire once more. His
own one eyed willy had been leaking this entire time and felt as though it
would rocket away from his own body. It was so hard and tight, he could
feel as the skin around his member strained to hold everything in place. He
didn't want to jerk off after what had just happened as it might attract
attention that he didn't want or need. He knew that if he didn't whack it
immediately, however, it would start to drive him insane. It wasn't that
the rape had turned him on, in fact it disgusted him. It was the breeze
that had aroused his aching dancer as well as ignoring his longings
regardless of what was going on which only had seemed to make it
worse. "Looking good Jose," a Celtic looking fellow finger blasted him as
he walked past the hunched over mess. He recognized the young man as Kevin,
one of the SME's from his floor. The compliment shot straight to his loins
causing him to cry out. "See you later stud-muffin!"

  The naked Latino started stroking his guy gazpacho maker furiously trying
not to cause a scene. He tried so hard to hold in his howls of pleasure but
in the end the sensations overtook the better part of discretion. His hands
slipped up and down his smizz soaked tool as he was hunched over, his
smooth, hairless sugar brown bum pressed to the glass door that led
outside. As some of the men came into the building they would whistle and
cat call him, mocking him for playing with his piece pipe. He didn't
care...he was lost in the throws of ecstasy thinking of only blasting his
cock spit. He relished each tug he gave himself and cursed the idea of not
waiting until he was back in his office to do this ill mannered act. His
moaning and panting increased as he begged some unseen force to release his
splooge so he could continue on his way. "Please, please - POR FAVOR!
PORFAVOR!" his liquid pollen rocketed forth careening across the white
marble ground. Relieved, Jose collapsed to the ground - his stamina rushing
back into his body. The sound of clapping broke through his relaxing
revelry as he suddenly realized where he was. Standing back up he raced
past the security barrier as quickly as the laws of physics would allow and
slid into the lift, his bangers and mash smacking against his bare body.

  He sheepishly crept into his office hoping no one would notice what had
happened or that he was late. In the background Jose could hear the moans
of pleasure and ecstasy once more as other Blacklisters were being sexually
used. He didn't want another brown rocket to rear its ugly head, but that
too was not meant to be. As he climbed into his chair the cottony fabric
tugged on his nutsack once more, sending another erotic shiver up his
spine. His man meat once again sprung to life asking him once more to play
with it. He yearned to do his work and focus on his job, but found it
difficult to focus on anything other than his aggravated tube steak. He
instinctively placed his hand onto his male pedal this time placing a palm
onto the head of the beast. His scooge greased his hand as he ran it over
teasing himself and sending waves of delicious bliss back down the
shaft. He whimpered as toyed with the thing, his boy batter broiling in his
loins. A faint distant pop sounded as he ignored whatever was happening
outside his own head. "Yeah, yeah," his eyes closed as he processed each
sensation, "do it just the way papi likes it."

  It wasn't until the Mexican had finished with self loving that he
realized that he was no longer alone. He batted his eyes open as he
strained to adjust to the bright lights flickering on. "Hey sexy," came a
distinctly masculine voice. "Told-juh I'd see you later. Well guess what?
It's later!"

  "Uhhhh, Kevin...wh-what's going on man? C-c-can I help you with
something?" Jose's anxiety rose in his voice as his eyes darted about
trying to find another way out of the room.

  "Yeah guapo...you can. See, I've been watching you prance around the
office, teasing me, making me want you. And you...you just know what gets
me going. I think you like shaking that fine ass of yours knowing full well
that it would drive me wild."
  "What? No man, I - I n-n-never wanted -"
  "To lead me on? Make me want your smooth hairless cinnamon body? Drive me
into a sexual frenzy? Oh but you did - and I think that was your goal. You
want me to want you...you need me to want you. You really want to be my
play toy."
  "P-please, I'm straight - I have a family," Jose protested.
  "It's ok daddy...don't worry...I won't take you; not until I've had a
taste first." The redhead dropped to floor engulfing the Mexican's brown
flaccid penis in his mouth. Jose fought the urge to get hard again trying
to think of the least arousing things he could imagine, but to no
avail. His employee sucked and slurped his member, sending wave after wave
of undying pleasure throughout his body. He let loose a moan as his bone-us
became erect-us. Jose didn't want what was happening to him and continued
to fight it as every ounce of his willpower as it was drained into the
sucker's body. Without realizing it he was soon lost in the throws of
passion his penis leaking into the young man's mouth. Kevin pulled back and
smiled, "see...told-juh you wanted it."

  "No," the Latino argued, "it's just an involuntary reaction to st -
ohhhhhhh my god in heaven!" Kevin wrapped his lips back around the livid
crotch snake. Deeper and deeper the nudist's ramrod went down the man's
mouth. It felt as though the youth's cock gobbler was made from the finest,
wettest silk he had ever encountered. It didn't take long before he pumped
out some of his signature personal goo causing Kevin to moan on his
head. It sent more shivers of pleasure throughout his body as he gave up
fighting the sensations that were being heaved upon him.

  "See papi? I knew you wanted it!"

  Jose sheepishly and begrudgingly agreed, anger starting to worm its way
into his brain. "Now for the real fun," the redhead unzipped his pants as
gravity yanked them to the floor, revealing his own 8 inch rod. Veins
popped out of the shaft as the eye in the purple head directed its wrath at
Jose. Kevin bent over unlacing his shoes in an effort to get more
comfortable. He tossed off his denim jeans to a corner of the room smiling
wickedly at the trembling Mexican. Jose backed up against his desk, "what
are you doing?"

  "Like I said - we're gonna have fun on the bun! Or rather in the buns!"

  "No, please," the Latino swallowed hard. "Anything but that...please!"

  "That's it papacito we're gonna play a nice fun game of pin my tail in
the Latino." The white guy shoved Jose back into an awkward position as he
spread his victim's legs wide. A sharp pain bolted its way up to the
caramelcandypop's brain. Jose winced as his employee leaned in, his breath
lapping against ear lobe as Kevin jeered, "just the way papi likes!"
Another blast of pain cascaded throughout his body causing the victim to
howl in agony.

  "Ya know...maybe if you didn't dress like a total slut bomb," the Celt
teased, "none of this would be happening right now. As it stands however, I
have a thing for nude caramel skinned sluts."

  Another surge of pain tore through the Latino's bare flesh as another
inch penetrated his orifice.

  "STOP! STOP! PLEA-AAHHHHHH!" another jolt of pain curtailed his
pleas. His attacker snickered with delight to the pain he was causing the
man.
  "Oh man, you are so FUCKING tight!"
  "SOMEONE HELP PLEASE! POR FAVOR! HE'S TARING ME UP INSIDE!"

  Kevin giggled at the look of suffering he was causing this short
athletically built man. Every inch had torn through unwilling bottom's
hole. He loooked down to see a little red fluid trickling out his victim's
anal cavity. He smiled "mmmmmmm...virgin's blood; ain't nothing finer in
the world. Lubes the guts...makes them all soft and malleable." Jose
panicked at the idea of blood dripping out of his body. He was terrified
that his asshole too would be as misshapen as Lopez's would be. He kept
shrieking for mercy and help as everyone outside the office door ignored
what was taking place. They knew full well that if they interfered it would
go badly for them. After all, it was a law that sexual assault, rape, and
any other sexually based offenses didn't apply to Blacklisters. Some people
just covered their ears while others pretended to engross themselves in
their reading material.

  Inside, Jose's screams for help ricocheted off the walls almost
cancelling themselves out. Had he been taken in the lobby those same
screams would have created echoes, taunting him as he was mercilessly
assaulted. Pain wracked every nerve in his body as could do nothing but
shout himself horse. Seconds felt like hours and hours felt like days as
the sound of slapping flesh mixed with his shouts. Finally after what felt
like an eternity he could feel something warm and liquid mixing in with the
pain. Soon his own one eye demon began splattering his face with his own
spicy male fluids. It landed in his hair; it landed upon his face, his
mouth, his eyes. Never before had he shot so much spaz sludge in his entire
life. The Mexican was drenched with it clinging to his sweat soaked skin
like a jealous lover. Kevin leaned over and kissed the man's lips drinking
in the fruits of his endeavors. "Yummmmmy... Mexican sauce is the
best...with just a hint of chileaño spice!" He let slip the most
malicious smile he could conjure.

  The once proud Latino manager laid on his desk, a broken shell of his
former radiance. Anguish underscored his sobs as he shivered out of brutal
misery and fear. Below him, a small puddle of blood congealed on the floor,
one of the many remnants of what had just taken place. Every part of his
body burned and ached in a hellish agony the likes of which he would have
never previously imagined possible. He wanted to open his eyes, but his
sticky goo reminded him it was best to keep them shut. As Kevin hiked his
pants back up, zipping up his fly a question rumbled in the Mexican's
brain. "Am I gay now?"

  Kevin shrugged, "don't know...don't care. Let's do this again
sometime. Can't wait to try out your other friends."