Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2019 14:45:44 +0200
From: joniye@gmx.net
Subject: Hay and Straw - Chapter 5: The Cabin

Warning: Heavy raceplay, racially charged language and scenarios.

I could feel a cool breeze blowing over my body and I opened my eyes. I
looked around sleep-drunk. I could see trees, leaves, and timber. I could
hear the familiar sound of a river flowing in the not-to-far distance. I
could see the sun setting, turning the sky into crimson red as the air
became cooler and sweet. I didn't remember falling asleep. I looked around
and I realized, that I was alone. Not only alone, I was naked too. My
classmates had left me here with nothing to wear. I tried to remember what
had happened, but I had a hard time recalling the events. All I remembered
was getting fucked by my classmates Gregor, Chris, Ben and Felix. I
remember I was exhausted after being fucked in the ass and mouth by five
guys. And I was hungry, as I hadn't eaten all day. The exhaustion must have
caused me to pass out.

I got up and looked around. I roughly knew the direction we came from but I
hadn't been paying attention to the way. I was virtually lost in the
woods. Lost, naked, helpless and alone. I started wandering around, as the
sun began to set and it continued to get darker. I felt so vulnerable and
exposed. My feet were hurting from walking through the woods barefoot. My
ass was burning from the penetration I had received earlier. My throat
aching from the five cocks that have been gushing in and out of my mouth
today. I felt dizzy but I kept walking, hoping I was heading in the right
direction. Praying I was not completely lost.

It was pitch black by now and quite cold, as I was still wandering through
the forest, naked and without orientation. Suddenly I saw a dim light in
the distance. My heart jumped and suddenly I had a newly found energy. I
began running towards the light. I stepped over sticks, stones, dirt with
my bare feet, but I didn't care. I didn't even feel the pain, I just kept
running. As I got closer I realized the light came from a small wooden
cabin. A pick-up truck was standing next to it, spotting a large
confederate flag. "Thank god, people!" I thought to myself and I walked
towards the cabin and began banging on the door. "Help, I am lost, please
help me!" I screamed.

I could hear wood squeaking in the cabin, footsteps coming closer and
slowly the door opened. I husky bearded white man in his late thirties or
early forties opened the door. He was very tall, 6.5 feet at least and had
arms like tree trunks covered with red hair. He looked at me and his face
immediately began to turn sinister. He grabbed behind the door and next
thing I knew was me looking into the barrel of a gun. I immediately dropped
to my knees, waving my hands over my head and bursting out in
tears. "Please, don't shoot me! I am just a student, I got lost in the
woods!" I plead. "Shut up!" he shouted. His voice was deep, causing my body
to vibrate from the distinctive strong base-like sound. "Why are you
running around naked in the woods in the middle of the night?" he
said. "Please, let me explain. You don't have to point a gun at me. I'm
obviously not armed, I am naked as you can see." I cried. "Hmmm" he
said. "I guess you are right. Wait here and stay on your knees." He said. I
did as he commanded.

I returned with a rope in his hand. "Alright get up boy!" he said. I did as
he said. He grabbed my hands, not being gentle about it, and tied them
behind my back with the rope. "Is that really necessary?" I asked. "Just
making sure." He said, as he was restricting me. After he was done, he
stepped aside and told me to go inside. I nodded at him, thanking him for
letting me into the cabin. He closed the door behind us and walked past me
as I stood in the doorway. He grabbed a wooden stool and placed it between
the lid fireplace and the couch. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards
the stool, silently commanding me to take a seat on it. He then grabbed a
half empty beer bottle that had been standing on a side table and dropped
his heavy and massive body into the couch, causing it so make a loud
squeaking noise. He looked at me with an intense look. I tried to look back
at him, but I was too ashamed, I couldn't look him in the eyes. So I faced
the floor.

He leaned forwards on his couch and asked "What's your name, Boy?" with a
deep and very sceptic sounding voice. "Tom" I said. "That's it, just Tom?"
he asked. "Thomas Graham" I responded. "Well Thomas Graham, and what were
you doing all alone and naked in the forest at this time of the day?" he
wanted to know, naturally. "Well, we are on a college trip, we did the
whole sleeping in haw and straw thing. You might know about it? It's a
country side attraction probably not too far from here". I began. "I know
about it" he interrupted me. "Go on!" he said, as he noticed that I was
waiting for him to allow me to continue. "Yes, we were there yesterday and
today we did a trip into the woods. I was with four of my classmates
and..." I paused. I didn't actually wanted to go into what had really
happened, so I decided to shorten that part. "...I was really tired and
hadn't slept last night, so I fell asleep during our lunch break. And when
I woke up I was alone." I said. "...and naked?" he asked. "Yes, they must
have taken my clothes and left me like that. They are real assholes. I
can't stand those white dudes!" I cursed angrily. He got up and walked
towards me. "Those WHITE dudes?" he repeated. I got scared and began to
stutter. "I... am ... sorry ... I didn't mean to be disrespectful!" he got
close to me, I could see the anger in his eyes. "Well you better not be,
this is a WHITE man's house and I can through your naked Nigger ass back
into the forest anytime I want!" he threatened me, in a thick southern
accent.

"I am sorry, Sir. I was just so angry because they pulled this stunt on me
and I am frightened because I am completely lost!" I cried. That seemed to
have soothed him a little. He walked up and down in front of me. "To be
completely honest, I am not to found of your kind. You are loud, lazy and
obnoxious and you always cause trouble." He said. The college activist in
me wanted to attack him, calling him out and demanding to tell me what he
meant by `your kind'. But I knew what he meant. He meant Niggers. "Don't
worry, I am very well-behaved. I will not cause any trouble. All I am
asking for is your help. I am in a really dire situation." I explained. "I
can see that. Well, if you were a good white boy I would help you any
day. But a filthy Nigger? I'm not sure about that." He realized I didn't
call him out on using the N-word. Apparently that made him even more
confident in not maintaining any kind of etiquette that would be expected
under any normal circumstances. I could tell, he was speaking from the
heart. He kept walking up and down, as I began to fear for my life. This
guy was obviously a real racist. Then again, what kind of people live in a
cabin in the middle of nowhere. I was starting to contemplate, if I might
be better off wandering through the woods than being tied up here in this
cabin with this guy who hasn't even told me his name.

"Tell you what. I will help you but you have to do something for me!" He
said. "Anything, I will do anything!" I cried, without knowing what I was
getting myself into. "Good, well then we have a deal." He said as we walked
into his bed room. I could hear him rummaging around in something that
sounded like drawers or boxes. He returned holding a mask in one hand and a
photo camera in the other. I looked at him, puzzled. "We are going to make
some pictures." He explained. "Pictures for what?" I asked. He slimed. "See
I am from the south. I am old-fashioned and I don't really like all this
progressive shit, diversity, equality, feminism. There is a natural order
of things and every being has to abide to that. We will make some photos
capturing the natural order, how it should be." He said with a big
grin. "But these pictures are private right? They are just for you." I
asked. He laughed in a deep voice. "No boy, but don't worry, I doubt you or
your friends will ever see them. I am going to post them on my favorite
alt-right forum, for my nationalist friends to enjoy." He said. Alt-right?
This sounds bad, I thought. "Don't worry, I will not say your name. It
doesn't matter anyway. I just need a Nigger. And you Niggers all look the
same to us anyway." He said as he put on the wrestling match, made out of
black leather, covering his entire face, only leaving his eyes and mouth
open. It looked gruesome to me. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his hairy
chest and his husky body. This skin was very pale but almost all of it was
covered with thick red hair. He was very muscular and had what one would
call a dad-bod. He placed his camera on a tripod and re-arranged some
things so we could get good shots. "Okay, the first motive is simple. You
will lie down on the floor and I will put my right foot on your head." He
said. I did as he said, getting off of my stool and getting on the
floor. He placed his heave cowboy-style boot on the back of my head, looked
into the camera and made a thumbs up. Snap! The camera took the first
shot. My humiliation was documented now for the first time. I could only
hope my girlfriend Jessica or my family would never ever see this. I felt
overpowered by guilt, that I would let a white man treat me this way. But
there was nothing I could do about it.

Next he got a collar and placed it around my neck, telling me to pose on
all four, while he was again grinning into the camera with thumbs up. Snap!
The second picture. And so it went on. Him pointing a gun at my naked black
body, lying on the floor. Snap! Him wrapped in a confederate flag with me
kneeling next to him. Snap! Me posing like a slave on an auction. Snap! Me
in a cage like an animal with him sitting on top of it. Snap! Him sitting
on his hunting chair, as if it was a throne, me kneeling naked to his
feet. Snap! He reenacted every racist, colonial motive I could think of. It
hurt so much that I was allowing him to do this to me. That his alt-right
friends would laugh to these photos, enjoying seeing me, representing all
black men, being humiliated. Being complicit in reconfirming their
disgusting racism. "You did well. One last thing we will do, then you are
released of your duties. We will do a short video." He said. He got the
camera close to us, making sure the angle was exactly right and placed me
on my knees in front of him. He opened his zipper and pulled out his
massive, meaty cock. I was shocked. I didn't expect that and I didn't know,
why he was doing that. Yet, before I was able to figure out, what was
happening I could see a stream of piss coming my way. He let out a loud
laugh and he grinned into the camera with, again making a thumbs up gesture
and saying "Nigger taking a bath!" I was in shock and I just let it
happen. I let this racist white man pee on me. He made sure he got me
completely soaked, drenching my hair, my face and my entire body in his
piss. I looked up at him, his giant cock and the stream of piss coming out
of it. And suddenly I began to feel my dick getting hard.

"Well, we are done. The guys will love this. Hahaha, Nigger taking a
bath. That's rich!" he said, as he walked over to the camera to turn it
off. As he turned around and looked at my, on my knees, drenched in his
piss, he realized, that I had an erection. He looked at me, confused. "Wait
a minute. Did you actually like that? What are you, some kind of faggot?"
he asked. "No!" I responded immediately. "Well, it looks to me like you
damn well are! Why else would your dick be hard? What is it? Do you like
piss or dick? Or both?" He asked ask he walked towards me. I was scared and
turned on at the same time. "I...I...I don't know..." I stuttered, not
knowing what to say, what to do. "Well lucky you! I still got some piss
left but this time you will drink it!" he said. And with that he stuffed
his fat meaty cock in my mouth. He held it in there for a moment, it was
tasting like urine and sweat. Suddenly I could feel him releasing a stream
of piss, directly into my mouth. I coughed, trying to get off his dick but
he held my head firmly on his penis. "You better drink it or you will choke
on it, monkey boy." He said. I needed few seconds to adjust to the strong
and bitter taste, in which my mouth already was running over with his
piss. Then I finally managed to swallow, taking gulps of his pee one by
one. As he realized that I had begun swallowing his piss, he stopped and
gave me time to drink what already was in my mouth. As swallowed the last
gulp I cached my breath. For him it was the signal to go on. "Good boy, now
here comes some more. Close your lips tightly around my dick. Enjoy and
don't waste a drop! It's all yours!" he said laughingly and began to piss
into my mouth again. He repeated this several times, him stopping when my
mouth was full and me drinking it up. "Don't stop boy, you should know how
much there is still to come. And so it went on like that, until I managed
to drink fast enough, so we wouldn't have to interrupt his peeing. He would
then just pee and I would swallow it directly from his dick. I figured he
had been drinking beer all night and that being the reason he had to piss
so much. The taste was disgusting but I managed to swallow every drop of
his piss until he was finished. "Well, that's it Nigger boy. All empty!" he
said with his dick still in my mouth. "You make for a good urinal. You
should tell your brothers about it. White men all over the country need
black mouths to piss into." He said laughingly while I held on to his dick
in my mouth.

I didn't know what it was, but I didn't want to let go of his magnificent
cock. It felt so good in my mouth. That big meaty member filling my entire
mouth was just so amazing. And he wasn't even hard. I looked him in the
eyes and slowly began to move my head back and forth on his dick. "Are
serious? Now you want to suck my dick? You really are a faggot, aren't
you?" he said, but he didn't stop me. So I went on, his cock getting
noticeably harder in my mouth. My hands were still tied behind me back, so
I would only use my mouth and my tongue but I did the best I could. By now
he was completely hard, his dick was huge. The biggest cock I had ever
seen. And I could only see it through his zipper, not even in all its
glory.

He reached for the table and grabbed another beer, while he continued to
let me suck his big cock. He opened the bottle and began drinking. He had
been drinking throughout our entire shoot. I figured he must have been
pretty drunk at this point. Probably that was the only reason, he was
allowing this to happen, instead of beating me up for getting on his
straight cock. Suddenly he pushed my head hard on his cock until it got
into my throat, causing me to gag. "Yes, that's it, deepthroat me like a
real slut!" he said. I tried my best to take his massive cock into my
throat. But I had difficulties, as it was so thick. After a while he
stepped away and unbuttoned his pants. He took of his shoes and socks and
dropped his pants. For the first time I saw him completely naked. Massive,
hairy, tall, masculine. He was a god, a white god and I wanted nothing more
than to go on and worship his racist white cock. He walked over to the
couch and sat down with his legs spread far apart. He signaled me to take
my place between his legs and I happily did. I crawled over to him on my
knees, assuming my position between his big hairy thighs and continued to
go down on him. I felt so tiny compared to this huge and mature man. He
placed his arms behind his head, letting me service him, omitting a natural
sense of dominance and superiority. There was no doubt about it. Those
staged pictures we had taken earlier had become reality. He was the
master. I was the slave.

I don't know why it felt so right. Despite the fact that he was barely
treating me like a human being. Despite the fact that he had forced me to
go through with all those degrading and racist photos. Despite that I
wanted to serve him. Are was it BECAUSE of that? There was no denying, he
had control over me. Not only because of my dire situation out here in the
woods. His masculinity, his virility, his physical energy and strength, his
guilt-free acknowledgment of White Supremacy. It all intertwined, touching
a true desire deep inside of me, a desire to worship him as my master. Had
centuries of slavery ingrained this mentality into my DNA, was that the
reason why it was so hard to resist what felt so natural to me --
submitting to white men? Was he right? Was THIS the natural order? I didn't
know. All I knew was, that I wanted to serve and please this racist white
man and his mighty cock. I looked up to him as I was sucking his cock, full
of devotion. He had his head thrown back, his eyes closed, probably
thinking about some blonde chick giving him head instead of a dark
Nigger. He had just finished another bottle of beer. As he realized it, he
said "Be a good little slave and fetch me a beer. Serve it to your master."
I happily did as he said. The six pack was not far, just on the other
table. But it was the fact that I had been reduced to a mere servant,
eagerly pleasing him in any way possible that excited and shamed me at the
same time. I opened the bottle and handed it to him. He grabbed it and
began drinking. "Back on my big cock, you stupid fag!" he said. I obeyed
immediately. I went on sucking and slurping his powerful cock, what was at
least double my size if not more. Didn't such a magnificent cock just had
to be served? Didn't a superior and powerful manhood like his just had to
be worshipped by a lesser man like me? There could be no other way. It had
to be like this. I went on sucking him as I suddenly recognized the taste
of piss again. I was wondering where it came from, until I realized that he
had started pissing again. No warning, no heads-up. He was just letting it
run into my mouth. Even more surprisingly, he apparently didn't have
difficulties pissing with a full-grown erection. "You know what you got to
do!" he said, clearly wasted. And so I did what was expected of me and
drank his piss, right from his dick, until he was empty. He was moaning,
clearly satisfied with my service, mumbling things I didn't fully
understand, things like "yeah that's right" and "that's where you all
belong" and so on. He sank deeper into his couch, spreading his legs
further. I went down and began to lick his massive hairy balls. They tasted
salty, sweaty, musky. But I didn't care. I rubbed my face in his
low-hanging ball sack, trying to take in his scent as deep as I could. I
got so horny and needy, I could barely contain myself.

I was so overpowered by his perfect natural masculinity that I could not
resist. My asshole was still hurting from earlier today. His cock was way
too big to take. He would literally destroy me, rip me open. But I didn't
care. It was like I was watching myself from the outside, like I was
remotely controlled, as I said "Please Master, please fuck me! I need to
feel you inside me!" He looked down at me and grinned, his chest swelling
up with pride. White pride. "Oh I will, Nigger boy. And I will not be
gentle! I will make sure it hurts, believe me!" he said. I knew I would
regret it, but I couldn't help myself. I just felt I had to offer my ass to
this superior white god. So I assumed a dobby position on the floor and
held my ass towards him. He spit on his dick a few times and without any
foreplay, any preparation, he rammed it in there. I screamed in pain. It
was unbearable. I felt like my ass was being torn open, like my body was
being torn apart. It burned, it pulled, my hole painfully widening, it all
came together and I almost blacked out under the excruciating pain. I
screamed out loud, but that just only encouraged him to go even
harder. "Yeah scream! That is what you wanted! That is what you deserve!"
he said self-satisfied. I screamed out loud with every thrust. My own
erection had disappeared, I was in total agony. I was thinking, what he
would do to me, if I would try to run away now, I was thinking about how to
get out of his situation.

But then I tried to collect my thoughts and I told myself: For him. It's
for him. I might suffer but he is getting pleasured. I might hurt but he is
feeling good, great in fact. And that is all that matters. His lust, his
pleasure, his cock. `Only white cocks matter!' I heard Felix' voice saying
in my head. And with that the pain became bearable. By concentrating on his
pleasure instead of my pain, I was able to pull through it. It could start
to enjoy it. I was actually starting to get hard myself again, under his
rampant penetration. I could feel him hate-fucking me. His rage, his anger,
his hate for black people, all accumulating in his white dick drilling my
black hole. I decided to go full into this. Give him everything he
wanted. "Yes Master, fuck this dirty Nigger hole. You know I am nothing but
a fucking slave!" I said. I rejoiced in hearing my words. "That's right
Nigger! You are nothing but a peace of shit coming from a shithole
country!" I could feel his cock getting even harder, as he hurled insults
at me. "Yes Master, give this peace of shit what it deserves!" I cried
out. He didn't hesitate. He began slapping my black ass, brutally. Hard and
loud. My skin burned, but he went on. "I will give you a good whipping,
like your ancestors got it!" he said while he was violating my black body.

"Fuck me up, Master, punish me for being such a stupid Nigger!" I kept
encouraging him, debasing myself for his pleasure, confirming all his
deeply instilled prejudice and racist beliefs, instead of dismantling
them. I let out everything with this stranger, everything that I kept
inside even with Felix and the others. I raveled, bathed in my own
submission and his dominance and power over me. I felt like we were
reenacting a century-old constellation, a divine rule that placed whites at
the top and blacks at the bottom... and it felt like this was the way it
was meant to be. "You like getting fucked by my racist white dick, Nigger
Slave?" he asked and I immediately confirmed. "Yes Sir!" I was
panting. "I'm your Nigger Slave!" I cried. "Damn right you are! All of you
are nothing but slaves. God dammit I hate Niggers!" he screamed, red-faced,
his entire body in tension, every muscle flexing, he hammered my asshole,
getting ever closer to climax. "I fucking hate Nigger, I hate Niggers, I
hate Niggers!" I shouted, as he came into my abused hole. I hadn't noticed,
as I was so focused on his pleasure that I had actually ejaculated too. I
could feel my own sperm sticking to my dick. But that was irrelevant at
this moment. I literary didn't have any feeling in my dick at this point,
all I could feel was my asshole. And there was only one thing I wanted to
do now. Lick his cock clean. I arched my back, allowing him to pull out and
immediately turned around and began sucking on his dick and licking it from
all sides. He laughed. "That's right, you clean that shit up, you nasty
pig!" he said. After I finished he rewarded me with three heave dick slaps
on his face, to which I responded by moaning like a bitch. "Good slave! All
black people should be subservient like you and the world would be a much
better place!" he said.

He got up and walked over to his bedroom. He placed some clothes on the
stool I was sitting on earlier. "Here, you will have something to wear
tomorrow. But you will stay here tonight. And you will stay naked. My
little naked slave." He said. "I might need some more of that ass or some
more head later." He said with a kind smile and walked over to the
shower. I too responded with a smile and I realized, in that brief moment
of post-orgasmic glow, I felt genuinely happy.