CHAPTER ONE: EARLY EDUCATION
Part One
This is a true story of what happened to me when I was eleven years old. I was a boy of average height for that age, about 4' 8' tall, but definitely on the skinny side, weighing about 80 lbs, soaking wet. My skin was very fair. I had a smooth, hairless body and my sexual organs had not experienced the growth that begins at puberty, though I often got stiffies and looked for sexual outlets.
I was actually a bit obsessed with sex from a very young age because I had been exposed quite young to my Dad's pornography collection. Even though Dad was a Mainline Protestant Minister, he considered sex very healthy. He liked looking at porn himself because he said that it improved lovemaking with my Mom. He told me more than once that thought it was only normal and healthy that boys be allowed to look at pornography too so that they would know what to expect when they grew up and got married.
Dad believed in educating his children when they were still very young about the birds and the bees. He wanted me to know all the correct words for things and use those words without embarrassment. We talked about penises, vaginas, testicles, uteruses, sperm, eggs, and intercourse. My Father explained that sex was for marriage and also briefly talked about what married people did in bed: kissing, petting, and even oral sex, leading up to the husband putting his hard penis into his wife's vagina and moving it in and out until orgasm. I knew the theoretical differences between man's orgasm and a woman's. I knew that sex led to babies being formed in the Mommy's womb and something about childbirth.
Back to Dad's porn collection: Strangely enough, Dad kept his stash of porno magazines in boxes in a closet in his Study at church. He kept the door of the closet locked, of course, to prevent nosy parishioners from finding them, but he told me where he kept the key: in a mug with an American Family Association logo on the top shelf of his Study bookcase. (I was too young to understand his little joke.) Dad told me I could take a magazine or two with me any weekday or Saturday to the Men's Room in the church basement and look at them there in a locked stall. As hardly anyone went down to the church hall in the basement except on Sundays, there was not much chance of me being disturbed or any church people being scandalized. Because I had free access to the church, which was right next to the parsonage, I made use of my porno privilege six days a week. And all too many Sundays I was tempted by the images the porn had burned into my little brain and would play with myself thinking about them.
My Dad's porn collection was quite varied. He naturally expected me to stick to his copies of Playboy and other soft-core porn, which he kept in the top box on the pile of boxes in his closet. He said this kind of porn was healthy for boys because it gave them an appreciation of the female body, one of the most wonderful of God's creations. But the boxes below that one were inevitably more tempting because they contained the hard-core magazines and erotic cartoon books. These magazines and books had plenty of photos and drawings of men with erect penises, in addition to the naked women. I could also see actual sex acts being performed: large hard men's penises filling the vaginas and mouths of pretty and busty women. I don't think Dad ever expected me to look in the lowest box in the pile. That had really hard core and even perverted stuff: men sticking their big stiff penis in women's butt holes, a woman tied and chained up while having a man slapped and raped her, three men having sex with one woman at the same time with their penises in her mouth, vagina, and butt. That was heady stuff for a little boy, but irresistible! And believe it or not, there were even a few old magazines and newspapers that showed men having hard-core oral and anal sex with other men! These had dates on this gay porn from the years my Dad was in High School and College. There were brown stains on several of the pages, especially those with young men sucking older men's penises. I didn't know why my Dad kept these. I thought that he might use then in pastoral counseling.
Once I had gone through all the normal hard-core magazines, I became kind of fascinated with the gay magazines. The men's penises were so big and thick. I saw a lot more men with uncircumcised penises, like I knew my Dad had, from seeing him naked in the shower. For some reason, in the straight porn, almost all the men's penises were circumcised like I was. I discovered that I just loved looking at big uncircumcised Dicks. The extra skin and the veiny shafts of the penises just seemed so manly to me. I always had wished my penis was big like my Dad's and had a hood on it like his did. I often wondered why my parents had had me circumcised? It seemed a mean trick to play on a boy. I was sure that my penis was smaller because they had had that done to me.
Another reason I liked the gay porn was that it showed a lot of guys from other races. Very few Black or Latino men were pictured in the straight hard-core porn my Dad had. But interracial sex seemed to be big in the gay porn. When I looked at those big Black and Brown Uncut Dicks being sucked by white guys with smaller penises, it just seemed right to me. Men with smaller equipment just naturally seemed to belong in a lower place, serving those better endowed. When I thought of how small my dick was, it made me pretty sad.
Part Two
Our family moved to Brooklyn's East Flatbush section from suburban New Jersey when I was ten. In my old town in New Jersey, Black people were rare and Hispanics didn't even exist. But in my neighborhood in Brooklyn, there were a lot more Black and Latino folks than whites. My Dad was proud that we did not live in a lily-white neighborhood. He was scornful of the white people who moved out when the West Indian and Hispanic people became more and more prevalent in our neighborhood. In my Public School and Junior High School, I was definitely in the minority.
I got bullied and mugged a number of times by tough Black boys in school and on the street. Near the end of Fifth Grade I was cornered in the Boy's Room at school by a Black Jamaican boy named Mark, a Sixth Grader who looked a lot more than a year older than I was. He wanted my pocket money. When he found out I didn't have any, Mark made me sit on a toilet in one of the stalls and shut and locked the door with both of us inside. He said that since I didn't have any money for him, he was going to get what he could out of me. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped his fly, letting his jeans fall down around his ankles. Then he dropped his boxers and revealed his hardening Black Dick. It was probably 5 inches long, not the size of the men in Dad's porn, but pretty big for a school boy! It had tight black curls of hair around its thick root and smelled very musky, unlike anything I had ever smelled before. I couldn't help being a little thrilled that Mark's Dick was uncircumcised. It had a lot of baggy skin around the head.
Mark said, "You ever suck Jamaican Meat, white boy?"
I truthfully answered, "No. Of course not."
He said, "How about other Black Dicks. I see how your mouth is practically watering at the sight of my Black Dick. Some Black Boys must have used your little white mouth before, right"
I said, "No. I never even saw a Black Penis in person before."
"But you have sucked Dick before? You look like a fairy. The men of your family must have had you sucking their white dicks for a few years now. Does your Dad come into your bedroom at night for you to service him? Are your uncles secretly using your fairy mouth to get their rocks off when they come for a visit? Are your white boy cousins making you suck their dicks and their friends' dicks too? Fairies like you always have men using them."
I said, "Gross! No, I haven't sucked anybody's Dick before. I'm not queer."
Mark was quick to answer, "My Father says nearly all white boys grow up sucking Dick. He told me that when my Mom won't put out, he can go almost anywhere – the subway, the park, an Adult Bookstore – and make eye contact with white men in their 20's or 30's, give his big old Jamaican Dick a squeeze through his pants, and they'll follow him somewhere private. He makes them get down on their knees, calls them all kinds of names, and face fucks them. These white losers love it. My Father says that if you get a white man alone, without his family or friends watching, he can't resist a big Black Dick. Dad told me to try it out myself. Get some little white boy alone and do him the favor of making him suck my Black Dick. Dad said that the more white boys we make sluts for Black Dick, the better things will get for our People later on."
Mark grabbed me by the ears and hair and told me to suck his Black Cock. (`Cock' was a new word for me. Somehow it sounded so much dirtier and grown up than the word `Dick.') I knew I had no choice, so I opened my mouth. Mark shoved his swollen member, now fully hard, into my mouth.
He said, "Suck that big Black Cock good, like the white faggot bitch you are."
I gagged and spluttered, but knew I had to do what I was told, so I applied myself. Mark liked to talk as he pulled my head up and down the length of his Black Cock.
He said, "Oh yeah, you're getting to like that now. You're getting to know your place and the place of all white boys: between the legs of the Black Man."
Mark laughed at me and said, "It looks like you are just like a girl. You are a sissy faggot made for sucking Black Cock, just like a girl. You know, being queer is the most embarrassing, low, disgusting thing anyone could be. But I know that most white boys are good for nothing else but to be used like girls by Black Men."
I knew from what Mark said that he was not, nor would he ever consider himself, gay. A straight man could use faggots like he used girls. Boys who were used by straight men were like girls, a lower, subservient form of life. They were faggots.
Mark knew that we didn't have much time, so he let himself come to orgasm fairly quickly. His load of sperm was thick and gloppy. It was nothing like the little watery stuff that came out of my immature dick when I beat off. I badly wanted to spit out Mark's big load of man sperm, but he stopped me.
He said, "You gotta swallow that load. Faggots and other bitches have to show respect to the man who use their slutty mouths by swallowing the Man's cum."
(`Cum' was another new word for me. It also sounded low and dirty. But somehow it fit the situation so much better than the word `sperm.')
So I complied and swallowed the cum, but it made me gag. Mark then made me lick his softening Black Cock clean, making sure that I carefully licked under his Foreskin all around the spongy Head. That was particularly nasty and I gagged a few times more.
Finally, Mark said, "Now white boy, lick my big Black Balls, which made that thick load of Black Baby Batter that is now in your stomach. White bitches fight over the chance to have Black Baby Batter knock them up so they can have Black babies and drive their Daddies crazy. So be thankful, faggot, that I wasted my seed on you!"
Finally, Mark said, "My Father told me that when you finish with a bitch, you got to put her in her proper place and make her admit what she really is: a worthless cum dump for Black Men. If she won't do it, you've got to beat her until she does. It's for her own good. She needs to know that she must offer her cum holes to any Black Man whenever and wherever he wants."
"Now thank me for showing you that you are nothing but a worthless, stupid, white faggot whore, who was put on this earth to be used by superior Black Men in whatever way they want. Say that word for word you dumb slut!"
When I refused to say the words, Mark punched me hard in the face, making my nose bleed.
He said, "That's what bitches get when they don't do what men say."
Burning with shame, I repeated the words he wanted to hear.
He said now admit what you are: a bitch, a cunt, a slut."
I said, "What is a cunt? I never heard that word before."
Mark said, "You are one stupid fairy! A cunt is a woman's pussy, faggot, that gets fucked by men. Since most women are only good for fucking, we call the `cunts' after their most important part. Since fairies only exist for real men to fuck too. They are also `cunts.' You are a cunt."
I repeated, "I am a bitch, a cunt, and a slut."
Mark said, "See even s stupid piece of shit like you can learn things."
Then he hocked loudly a big wad of phlegm and spit it onto my upturned face. Then he left the stall and Boy's Room. I had to clean myself up as best as I could and get myself back to my classroom. But I had so much to think about now.
Part Three
I saw where my past fantasies while looking at gay porn had got me. I must have given off some gay vibe that Mark picked up on. I knew I had to change things. I believed that being homosexual was wrong, so after that I tried my best to avoid Mark. I didn't want to be abused or humiliated again. I wanted to be straight, not gay. I stopped looking at the gay porn in Dad's lowest box and concentrated on the hard-core straight porn, though I probably paid more attention to the men's Cocks than I would have liked to admit. But I thought that as long as I was only looking at Cocks buried in women's pussies or throats, it was okay.
Mark did succeed in getting me alone two other times before the end of the school year, when he would be going on to Junior High School. These sessions happened after school was over for the day, so he had more time to use me.
On the first of these occasions, I really had to relieve myself at the end of the school day before walking home, so I was again in the Boy's Room. Mark walked in and I knew that I could get past him to run out. He forced me into the handicapped stall this time and made me kneel in front of him.
He said, "I like seeing inferior white trash kneel in front of superior Black Men. You are back where you belong, faggot!"
Taking off his jeans and boxers and hanging the up on the hook on the door, Mark then forced his thick Member into my mouth. It seemed to have grown in the two weeks since I sucked It last.
He said, "You are a whore for Black Cock and my Dad told me that whores need to be fucked to be happy, so I am going to make you happy by fucking your virgin throat like it deserves."
Mark started to punch his Cock past the entrance to my throat. I gagged so much that I threw up.
He said, "I like the fact that my big Jamaican Cock can make a stupid bitch throw up, but I'm not going to stand here with vomit at my feet. That's disgusting, faggot!"
Mark pulled off my shirt, leaving me in my undershirt, and dropped the shirt on top of the vomit on the floor, then stepped on top of it to get back into position.
He said, "Next time you throw up, I'll use your undershirt to mop it up, and the next time your pants, and the next time your boxers. Do you want to walk home naked, you fuckin' bitch?"
I knew I had to control my gag reflex enough not to throw up again. Mark relentlessly forced his Black Cock down my white throat again and again. I gagged a lot, which must have turned him on because his Cock got harder, longer, and thicker, but I succeeded in fighting back the urge to throw up again.
Every time I gagged on his Cock, Mark would say something like, "Yeah take that big Jamaican Cock down your tight throat you little white cocksucker!"
Or he might say, "Gag on that thick Ebony Snake, you cunt! Your white throat was made to be raped by Black Men, just like your mother and little sister's pussies! Maybe I should catch your baby sister alone sometime and bust her little cherry and make your lick the blood off my Black Cock afterwards! When I got through raping that little cunt, she wouldn't be able to walk for a week! But before long she'd be back looking to get fucked again by a Black Man. It happens to any young white girl we fuck. They become whores for Black Cock."
Eventually Mark rewarded me with another load of thick Black Cum. This time Mark shot his load while his Jamaican Cock was buried deep in my throat, so his Black Baby Batter went directly into my waiting stomach, depriving another white girl of a Black Baby.
Mark made me clean him up like the time before.
While I obeyed, he laughed and said, "What a dumb, pathetic queer faggot you are for doing what girls were made for: licking the Cock and Balls of men who fucked their brains out. White boys have no shame. You should have killed yourself after the last time so this would never happen again. You're caught now. The power of the Black Cock has you in Its mighty grip. You'll be whore for Black men all your life now."
Mark ordered, "Open that little white mouth and keep it open 'til I tell you to close it and swallow, bitch!"
Not wanting another bloody nose, I obeyed him. He hocked loudly and spat a big wad of spit right into my mouth.
He said, "Swallow that you fuckin' fairy. You make me sick"
Then Mark said, "It's that time again. It's time for the worthless bitch to thank the Man for fucking her. Repeat after me: `Thank you, Mark, for busting my virgin white throat cherry by fucking it with your thick Black Cock.'"
I didn't want to get beaten, so I repeated the humiliating sentence word for word, trying to at least sound sincere.
He wasn't done. He continued "And thank you, Mark, for filling my white belly with your thick Jamaican Cum."
I repeated the words. I could feel my face turning red with shame.
Concluding this little exercise, Mark said, "I know that little white faggots like me are not worth your time and effort. My only purpose in life is to service superior Black men like you, Mark. I am a worthless little cunt."
I knew that in repeating these words I killed what little was left of my self-respect. That was what Mark wanted.
Mark put on his boxers and jeans. Before he left the stall, Mark made me pull down my pants. He laughed at my tiny dick.
He said, "That's more like a girl's clit than a boy's dick! Now I knew why you are a dirty faggot: you are practically a bitch anyway. Why didn't your parents just have the doctor cut that little thing off at birth and make a cunt for you? That way you could have three holes for men to use instead of just two! But your Dad is probably not that interested in cunts anyway."
As I burned with shame, Mark reached down to my scrotum and grabbed my two tiny balls in his big Black hand. He began to squeeze them.
I whimpered in pain and a begged him to let me go.
Mark said, "I want to use you one more time, you white fairy, and then I will leave you alone for good. I'm getting tired of you and my Dad says I need to be spending my time finding eager white girls to fuck and knock up. He thinks that I should have twenty black babies with twenty white girls before I graduate High School."
"This Saturday, I want to come over to your house while both your housewife mommy and your so-called reverend daddy are home. After we see your house, I want us to go over to the church. I want to use you in both places. After I'm done with you Saturday, I won't bother with you again. I'll move on. I have a feeling that you're going to be moving on to bigger and better things soon too. Now that you've had your cherry popped by me, you'll crave bigger Black Cocks to widen your throat and initiate you into the other aspects of being a dumb white whore."
I wondered how he knew so much about me when I never discussed anything with him. How did he know that my Dad was a Minister and we lived next to the church? This was bad. And what was this prediction he was making about me. If Mark was going to leave me alone, I promised myself that I would never look at any dick but my own for the rest of my life. But I had no time to think about these things.
He squeezed my poor little balls harder and said, "Will you promise to ask your Mommy and Daddy to let your good colored friend Mark from school come over to play on Saturday, pussy-boy?"
It felt as though he was about to pop my balls like two coco puffs. In excruciating pain, I said, "Yes, Mark. I promise."
After squeezing it even harder, he released my ball sac, and said, "Good. See you at your house on Saturday at 10, you worthless cunt."
Part Four
Saturday came all too quickly. My parents had been delighted that I had a Black friend and agreed readily to his coming over. They said that they would stay out of our way so we could enjoy the day together. I bowed to the inevitable and tried to console myself with Mark's promise that I would never have to be humiliated again after Saturday.
Mark was prompt and on time. After greeting my parents politely in the kitchen, we left them there. My Mom was working in the kitchen and my Dad went out into the yard to mow it. Mark insisted that we go into the dining room. It was right next to the kitchen where my mother was and it had windows along the wall that let us see my father working in the yard.
Mark whispered, "Get down on your knees, faggot. You know your place, kneeling at the feet of a superior Black Man."
I was scared that he would get louder, and my mother would overhear, and so I obeyed him promptly. I was face to face with the huge bulge in his jeans. Mark unzipped his fly and took out his big Black Cock and told me to suck It. I did so.
He whispered, "I love seeing you on your knees and having you suck my big Jamaican Cock when your stupid bitch of a mother is in the next room. I wish she could see that her eldest child is nothing but a bitch, just like she is."
He put his big hand on the back of my head and forced me relentlessly inch after inch down Its Ebony Shaft. He reached the entrance to my throat and kept up the pressure so the big Head of his Black Cock punched through into my throat. I gagged, but tried to do so as quietly as I could.
Mark breathed quietly: "What a turn on to hear you gagging on my Jamaican Cock while your mommy does her housework only a few feet away!"
We heard my mother open the basement door and go down to work on the laundry, closing the door behind her. I knew that she'd be down there at least half an hour, so I breathed easier.
Mark said, "Let's go next to the window. I want to face fuck you while I look at your worthless idiot father working only a few feet away. He probably won't be able to see his pathetic fairy son servicing a Black Cock through the sheer curtains, but I'd like to fantasize that he can. I'd love to think that he knows that all white boys and men belong serving superior Black Men as cum dumps and that he is proud to know that his pussy-boy son is servicing his new Jamaican friend."
Mark roughly throat fucked me, grabbing my hair tightly in his strong Black hands and forcing my small white mouth, stretched tightly around the girth of his Shaft, down and up again and again from Its big hooded Head to It's wide root. He smashed my nose repeatedly into his kinky and musky pubic hair, his big Black Balls slamming into my chin each time.
He said, "Now that I've broken you in, maybe we should tell your Dad about it. He might want to use your throat too. I'm sure that his dick isn't anywhere near the size of my Cock, but you probably won't mind keeping in practice between the times you service Real Men's Cocks."
I looked at Mark with pleading and watering eyes, my mouth and throat full of his Cock.
He said, "Don't worry, I won't tell him now."
Mark pushed the curtain aside briefly, revealing to anyone in my back yard his Jamaican Cock buried in my throat. He thrust viciously into me a few more times before letting the curtain drop. I knew he really wanted my father to see that he was fucking his son's brains out, but he also wanted to complete the rest of his twisted plan. Since my Dad didn't storm into the house, I figured he was oblivious to my violation.
Mark said, "If your reverend daddy is too stupid to see what's going on right under his nose, he doesn't deserve to use you like you should be used. Let's go upstairs to your parents' bedroom."
Mark pulled out of me, but left his huge Black Cock glistening with my spit and throat slime proudly sticking out of his fly. He dragged me upstairs and made show him my parents' room.
He said, "Strip off all your clothes, and lay across the bed with your head hanging over the edge."
While I obeyed, Mark also undressed. He told his plan:
"I want to throat fuck you on your parents' bed. With your head hanging over the side, I'll be able to get my Big Black Cock buried as deep as possible in your tight white throat. In that position, I can easily control you, pinning down your arms. You may pass out because I plan to show you no mercy. I don't care if you can't breathe. That's your problem, cunt! You are going to take my big Jamaican Cock all the way to Its thick root. Don't worry about dying because your throat will relax enough to get some air in if you go unconscious, even with my Big Jamaican Snake filling it up. When I'm about to cum, I will pull out a spray my whole load outside your well-fucked mouth and throat. It will be so sweet to pump my Black Baby Batter all over your face and your parents' bedspread and watch you clean it up afterwards, using your fingers and tongue. I think it will be quite an achievement defile your clueless parents' marriage bed right under noses by throat fucking their sissy-boy son on it and marking it with my potent Black Cum!"
And that is exactly what happened. He was rougher than he had ever been before. My lips, mouth, and throat stretched out so tight I thought they would tear. He was brutal and called my the foulest names while he throat fucked me on my parents' bed. I did pass out once from lack of air, but came to a little while later still being brutally throat fucked. I wondered what it could possibly be like to have a full-grown Black Man's Cock buried in my throat, if a twelve year old Black Boy's Dick nearly killed me? I did not ever intend to find out!
I heard Mark say, "I love seeing you lay on your parents' bed, with your head hanging over the edge, while I fuck your throat cunt silly. This is probably the bed you were made in. Think about your Dad's small dick in your Mom's dry little pussy. It would probably take ten of your loser Dad's loads to make what is going to flood his bed from my Jamaican Cock in a few minutes. I bet your Dad is a closet faggot. I bet he would prefer to fuck you more than your mother."
All this was so terrible to listen to. Why did he have to talk about my family in this dirty way? He made me think about my father the way no one should think about their Dad. Mark was not right about one thing though. I had seen my Dad's soft Cock and I knew that it must be at least as large as Mark's when it was hard. I hoped that I would never see my Dad's Cock hard, but Mark's words were making me think unthinkable thoughts. What if my Dad fucked my throat the way Mark was doing now. You have to obey your father. If he told me that I had to submit myself to him, I would have to allow Dad to fuck my throat like this.
I got woken up from the trance I was in. Mark was saying, "I'm gonna shoot my entire thick load all over your pathetic pussy-boy face and on your parents' bed and then make you scrape every drop of my Black Baby Batter off your face and lick it off your fingers. Then you will lick up my Black Cum like a good girl from your parents' bedspread."
Mark pulled out suddenly, leaving my mouth and throat seem like an empty cavern. He grabbed me by the hair, and roughly moved me to the center of the bed, and then knelt above me. Mark jerked his Black Cock and sprayed shot after shot all over my face and onto the bedspread on either side of my head.
He said, "I saved this up for a few days so I could spray the biggest load of Black Cum I could on the parents' marriage bed!"
Then me made me clean up the mess just as he had said he would. My parents' bedspread had damp spots in the middle I had finished with it and we had dressed and were ready to leave, but the pattern on the bedspread made it difficult to see.
While I had been licking up all his Black Seed, Mark was getting dressed. There was a big tube of Extra Strength Ben Gay on my Father's bureau. My Mom often rubbed it into his shoulders at night when he complained of muscle pain.
Mark saw it there and he laughed and said: "Hey look, that tube has your name on it, fairy boy: Ben Gay! I want you to squeeze a big blob of it onto your hand and rub it into your tiny balls and your pathetic clit, bitch. It will make them grow, you'll see"
I hadn't ever used Ben Gay myself and didn't know what it might do, but I did want by dick and balls get bigger, So I squeezed out almost half a tube. It smelled pretty good. Mark was smiling from ear to ear. I slathered the Ben Gay on my ball sac and little dick and rubbed it in really good. It felt cool and refreshing at first.
Mark ordered me to get dressed quickly. By the time I had thrown on my clothes, the burning had started. It was the worst agony I had ever felt.
I said, "What did you make me do, Mark? This hurts like hell fire!"
He said, "Faggots like you deserve to suffer. For the rest of your life you're going to be taking big Black Cock down your throat and up your ass. That has to hurt more than Ben Gay! Besides, I told you that it will make your little dicklet and balls grow. But you'll have to apply it every day for that to happen."
Mark said that I better not let my mother know I was in pain when she saw us leave the house and go over to the church. I was sweating profusely from the agonizing pain in my crotch. I had looked in the mirror and seen how puffy my lips were from having been abused, and how red my eyes were from crying. So I kept my voice pretty steady when I yelled that I was taking Mark over to see the church. I took the church key from off its hook and we left out the front door of the parsonage so as not to get too close to either my mother in the kitchen or my father in the back yard and let them see that anything was wrong with me.
Part Five
I was practically dancing with pain as I unlocked the side door of the church, which opened onto a landing on a staircase between the church hall in the basement and the church sanctuary and offices on the first floor of the building. When we got inside the church door I collapsed in pain on the floor.
Mark said, "Get the fuck up you pathetic fairy. I don't want to hear that you are in pain. Faggots have got to be able to take pain without complaint and serve their Tops without interruption! You'll be in real pain when your first Man rams his Big Adult Cock up your ass pussy. And that will just be too bad because you are going to have to take it. Real Men don't go easy on their bitches and that goes double when the bitches are faggots!"
"Get up and strip off all your clothes and leave them here on the landing. We've got things to do here in your hypocrite daddy's church."
I protested, "No, I can't do that. What if my Dad or someone else from the church comes in and sees me. We'll get in big trouble."
Mark said, "You're almost as big a fuckin' liar as your reverend daddy. My Dad knows your church janitor, Javier Gonzales, real well. Javier told him nobody comes here on Saturdays, not the janitor, not the church people, and not even the pastor. He says home all day: doing chores in the morning and watching TV and napping all afternoon and evening. Try lying to me again faggot and I'll crush your little balls under my heel and you'll little dicklet will never get stiff again! Now get your ass up to the second floor where the church school classrooms are. I'm gonna tell you just what kind of hypocritical liar your reverend daddy is."
We went upstairs. Mark asked me which classroom was the one I was in on Sunday mornings. I showed him and we went in. He took off his own clothes and folded them neatly on the top of the desk I usually sat at. Then he sat in the Teacher's chair.
Mark asked, "What is your Teacher's name?"
I answered, "Mr. Williams."
He said "Kneel in front of me and suck my Jamaican Snake until it gets hard. Whenever Mr. Williams is teaching you your lesson, you'll remember kneeling in front of his chair and servicing a Black Cock. Sometimes you'll fantasize how big Mr. William's dick is and what it would be like if he made to suck him off in front of your Sunday School Class."
I knew Mark knew just how to train my brain. I was sure to be thinking about both those scenarios every time I came to Sunday School from that time on.
Mark said, That's right, you worthless cunt, keep sucking my Black Cock like that. Who said you were good for nothing? You're good for sucking!"
"Like I said before, my Dad knows your church janitor, Javier Gonzales. Javier told my Dad just what kind of man he works for. Your daddy is the biggest hypocrite there is."
"Javier knows about your daddy's porn collection. He's overheard your daddy talking to you about it a few times and giving you permission to look at it in the church hall Men's Room. What a sick, perverted fuck your daddy is! Javier overheard where the key was and he's had a look at that collection. He even knows about the gay porn in the bottom box."
My mind was racing. How embarrassing this was! I thought my Dad was very careful and I was glad I never had to sneak to look at porn like other boys. But now I could see how other people might look at this situation and condemn my father as a bad parent.
Mark said, "Keep that Jamaican Prick in your white mouth, pussy-boy. Suck it like it was your mommy's tittie!"
I obeyed Mark immediately and he continued, "Even if that was all your reverend daddy did, that would be enough for Javier to see what a filthy, hypocritical pastor he was, but there was more. A lot more."
"Javier told my Dad that he has seen about half a dozen different young white women in their twenties come one at a time to the church office for counseling on weekday afternoons. No girl came more than once. Javier told Dad that he snuck into the church secretary's office and secretly listened to these counseling sessions in the pastor's study through the closed door. After your daddy talked with them a while, he turned the discussion toward the subject of struggle with lust. He got these stupid bitches to tell him about their boyfriends and confess any sexual acts that they may have committed with them. Then your daddy manipulated them into having sex with him. He liked them to suck his dick. Then he got rough with them, face fucked them, and sometimes forced them to submit to him fucking them up the ass. Those sluts always cried and begged him to stop, but he wouldn't stop until he shot his watery white load either down the bitch's throat or in her ass. After he was done, your reverend daddy told them that they were whores because they came on to and seduced a Man of God. He mentioned that he did them a favor by not fucking their slutty pussies so they wouldn't get pregnant by him. Then he told them that they better not tell anyone what happened because he knew some Thugs in the neighborhood who would be only too happy to gang rape them if he told them to. Javier saw the sluts leave the building very upset, with messed up clothes, hair, and makeup. But no girl has accused your daddy yet. They are too afraid to."
I could hardly believe my ears and yet somehow I did not doubt Mark's story.
Mark slapped my face and said, "You can listen to me a suck at the same time, cunt. You see that my Ebony Rod is getting bigger and thicker. Keep sucking it, stupid whore!"
As I renewed my oral efforts, he continued, "But that's not al little faggot. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I already told you that your reverend daddy has a gay porno stash. Well that's because he is a faggot for Black Cock just like you."
I cried out, "That's not true. You just told me that my Dad sleeps with women. He's not a faggot!"
"Like you, faggot?"
I said nothing. Mark repeated in a louder voice, his fist upraised, "Like you, faggot?'
Defeat I quietly said, "Like me."
"Say it louder in a sentence and call me `Sir' you little cunt!"
"He isn't a faggot like me, Sir."
"That's better, faggot. At least you know what you are. But you're wrong about your reverend daddy. He's takes big Black Cock in both ends on a regular basis. Your janitor Javier has seen it and he told my Dad about it."
"Every Friday evening your reverend daddy has a group of those neighborhood thugs over to his office. These are some tough Niggers and Latinos. They bring weed with them and smoke it with your reverend daddy in his office behind closed and locked doors."
I quickly said, "He's not doing any such thing! Every Friday night my Dad has his YMM Meeting."
"YMM? What's that?"
"Young Men Ministry."
"Well those Young Men, as he calls them, are certainly ministering unto the minister! Shut up, faggot, and suck that big Black Cock. Despite your half-assed sucking, It has gotten nice and hard now. Your reverend daddy's mouth would drool if he saw It. He'd love to be where you are now. Now let me tell you just what a fuckin' scum bag your daddy is!"
Mark continued, "Javier noticed these suspicious Thugs coming to the church office every Friday evening to see your reverend daddy. Javier hid again in the secretary's office where he could hear pretty well what is going on in the pastor's study. They didn't exactly keep it down. The Hoods broke out the weed and they all smoked it, including your reverend daddy. The pot seemed to get those Bucks real horny and it really loosened your daddy's tongue. They asked him if he's been bad during the past week. Your daddy told them about the young girl who'd been in that week and how he got her to confess that she'd given three of her boyfriends blowjobs at different times and let each of them feel her tits. She said that she was still a virgin, but that one of the boyfriends had got to touched her wet pussy. Your daddy coaxed her to tell him exactly how she'd given the blow jobs and describe each act in detail. Then he said that she had aroused him by her impure talk and that she had to satisfy him too. She knew it wasn't right and tried to say `no,' but he got her on her knees and took out his hard cock and made her blow him. Once she stopped struggling and accepted her place, he grabbed her hair and started throat fucking her until he blew his load in her throat."
"The Hoods wanted to know all the details: `What did she say? Did she cry and beg? Did he have to hit her to make her submit? Did she gag on his little six inch dick? How did it feel in her throat? How long did he throat fuck her? Did he force her to swallow all his cum? Did he threaten her by telling her that they would gang rape her if she told on him?' Your reverend daddy told them everything they wanted to know."
"Then he said that what he knew that he was a fornicator and an adulterer. He confessed that he was a rapist, even though the girl had been a slut and deserved what she got. He thought that loose women really enjoyed being used as whores by men. But still he knew that what had done was so wicked that he had to be punished severely for his sins."
Mark was as hard as a rock now. He grabbed me by my hair and forced my open mouth up and down It's proud Shaft. His steely six-inch, thick Black Cock gagged me each time he rhythmically pushed my lips down to Its thick base.
He said, "Every time you come here for your Sunday School lesson, you stupid slut, remember how you gagged on this thick Jamaican Sausage and how the floor beneath the Teacher's feet was soaked with your drool and throat slime! Maybe it will make you so horny that you'll just have to suck Mr. William's dick after the lesson is over. I'm sure he would mind face fucking the pastor's son while your reverend daddy is preaching his Sunday sermon downstairs!"
Mark then continued his account, "One of the Thugs asked him if he was willing to be treated like a sex offender was treated in prison? Your reverend daddy said that he would submit to their just punishment. The Thug said that pastors who were secret fornicators, adulterers, and rapists deserved to be treated worse than he had treated that little bitch a few days ago. Your daddy admitted that he knew it and was willing to be treated worse than that slut he had sinfully punished."
"Javier told my Dad that he heard the leader tell him to take off his clothes."
A Spic said `Tie his hands tight behind his back and tie his feet together so he can't move. We're going to face fuck this sick fuck pastor like he deserves!'
`The Leader said, "On your knees, pastor. You're gonna be punished now for what you did to that slutty bitch! You're gonna get your throat fucked by every one of our six Big Cocks. And you know that our Cocks aren't tiny like your little dick there! Even though it is standing at attention like it is now, it can't be more than six inches long. And it's so thin! I don't know how her got that whore to gag on that little white dick! Now open wide, pastor! You've taken this big Mother Fucker many times in the past like a good, obedient faggot. This time I plan to fuck your throat so hard that you won't be preaching this Sunday! Open wide, pastor!'"
"Javier heard your reverend daddy choking and gagging on Cock after Cock. There were three Niggers and three Spics and he heard each proudly announce how many inches of Cock your faggot daddy had taken down his throat. The Head Thug was Black and so naturally he had the biggest Cock: it was eleven inches, he said. But even the smallest guy, one of the Latinos, throat fucked your reverend daddy with all nine inches of his Pinga. They said that guy had the thickest Cock of all: as thick as a beer can from base practically to its uncut Head! Javier heard your daddy gasping for breath when each Cock got pulled out of his aching throat after lubricating it with a big load of thick cum. He kept begging the next Thug in line not to make him swallow the whole Cock. He said that he thought he'd been punished enough and couldn't he go easier on him? They laughed at him and spat in his face before ramming the whole Shaft down his throat again. After that had each shot their loads into your reverend daddy's belly, the Thugs amused themselves by making the pastor suck on their Big Balls, lick their Black and Brown Cock Shafts and pubic hair clean and eat the filthy Cock Cheese from under the Hoods of their Cocks. They slapped your reverend daddy around, kicked him, and crushed his little white balls under their big sneaked feet. They did everything you could think of to humiliate the reverend pastor. When they were done, they thanked your daddy for being such a good minister to their three Black and three Brown Cocks. They untied him and left."
So it was true, my Dad was a cocksucker. I was proud that he could fuck girls, but he seemed to need to be fucked and abused by Men. He was as fascinated by Big Black and Brown Cocks as I had been. But how could my Dad be so low as to suck Black and Latino Cock?
Mark shouted, "Listen you dumb cunt, suck that Black Cock like your life depended on it! You'd be surprised to find out how many white boys wind up in the hospital because they don't serve the Black Man with all their attention. I'm warning you, your filthy slut, service that Cock like I was your Lord and Master!"
"There's only a little bit of the story left that you have to know: Javier listened in to your reverend daddy's Thug Sessions on other Friday nights. Some weeks your reverend daddy tearfully confessed having sodomized a young woman in addition to throat fucking her. (This seemed to happen if the girl confessed to him that she has been fucked by a boy in the past. I guess he figured that if her pussy cherry was broken, she deserved to get her ass cherry broken too) When your reverend daddy had fucked a girl's ass in the last week, the Hoods punish him by tying him to his desk and plow both his throat and his ass at the same time. After he'd taken their six loads in both of his holes, they beat him up and abused him as usual and left him."
I couldn't imagine my father, tied to a desk and fucked in the ass by these big Black and Latino Men. It was beyond belief that he willingly submitted himself not only to sucking Cock, but to being fucked like a cheap whore. He couldn't really have wanted that, could he? Maybe he really believed that he could make up for his sins by allowing these Men rape him at both ends, like he had raped those poor girls. Maybe that is what God wanted him to do. But still, Javier had reported that my Dad had an erection while waiting for the Thugs to punish him. He had to be turned on by it, didn't he?
Mark said, "Earth to faggot! Your mind isn't on your all-important work. Tighten those white lips around that thick Black Shaft when I'm face fucking you. Do you job, you worthless cunt! I'm almost done with my story"
He continued, "But Javier also told my Dad that some weeks your reverend daddy said that he hadn't been bad during the past week, that he had only fucked your mommy that week. The Thugs asked him how he had managed to get it up with his wife, and what he thought about when he fucked your mommy. Sometimes your reverend daddy said he could fuck his wife only when he fantasized about raping other girls. Other times he said he could only screw your mommy when he thought about being raped by Niggers and Spics. Either way, the Thugs had the answer they wanted. They punished your reverend daddy physically for his sinful thoughts. They said that your reverend daddy knew that God will punish those who fornicate in the hearts the same as those who fornicate with their bodies. So those Niggers and Spics brutally raped him at both ends, abused him as cruelly as they could, and he was whimpering in pain when they left."
So that's why I was being punished now by Mark. God was teaching me a lesson. I had lusted after those big, thick Black and Brown Uncut Cocks I saw in my Dad's porn collection. I had spent hours beating my little dick, thinking about what it might be like to suck on them like the bitches and faggots in the porn did. I was being justly punished by Mark, just like my Dad had been punished by those Thugs. At least I had never wanted to be fucked up the ass. And Mark seemed to be obeying his father's advice to leave my ass alone.
I vowed to myself that I would not look at any men in any porn again, just the bodies of women. I promised myself that I would discipline my thoughts so that I would never think like a faggot again. This is not what I wanted for my life. I wanted to be normal and not get trapped in fornication and sodomy, like my Dad had. I would grow up, get married, and not sleep with – or think about – any one else than my wife, male or female. Once Mark was done with me, I was done with immorality, done with being any boy's faggot. I would not follow in my Dad's footsteps or make the mistakes he had.
I must not have slacked off in my oral duties while I had gotten lost in thought again, because when I came out of my reverie, I heard Mark telling me:
"Javier says that your reverend daddy disgusts him; he should not be allowed to be a minister, and that he is no Man of God. Javier says that treating him like a faggot only makes him happy. Javier thinks that the best way to teach your daddy a lesson is to get to him through his family. He thinks a Black Man should first turn his first-born son into a submissive faggot. After that He should turn your mommy and sister into whores for Black Cock. He thinks they should both get knocked up by Black Men and your reverend daddy be forced to raise a Nigger child and grandchild. The bishop and church people will throw him out of the church so fast, he won't know what hit him."
"My Dad though that Javier has excellent ideas. Your reverend daddy needs to be humiliated and punished through his family. So my Dad wants to begin with you. He told me to prepare you to become a pathetic cocksucker faggot just like your reverend daddy is. After three sessions with me, you'll be ready for a full grown Black Man to turn you completely into the worthless white cunt you were born to be. My Dad wants you to become such a whore for Black Cock that you will be eager to be used by several Black Men right in front of your reverend daddy. He thinks that the pastor won't be able to resist joining in himself."
"After that, it will be easy to turn your mommy and sister into whores for Black Cock. All white girls crave Black Men. They submit easily to whatever demeaning thing a Nigga tells them. I think my Dad wants to be the one to turn out your mommy. He wants her to beg for his Huge Black Cock right in front of your pathetic reverend daddy. Then he'll tie your daddy in a chair next to his marital bed while he fuck your mommy in all three of her cum holes and finally seeds her. She'll get pregnant in no time and refuse to have an abortion because my Dad will refuse to fuck her if she does."
My Dad says I can be the one to deflower your sister. She's at the age when she could be knocked up, but right now she's a fearful little virgin. I plan to play nice with her, make her my special girlfriend. Soon I'll have her giving me head whenever and wherever I want it. I should be able to get into her pants sooner than you'd think, and bust myself some good white cherry. When your sister is used to being fucked and craves my thick Black Cock, my Dad will tie your reverend daddy to a chair again and make him watch while I fuck your sister and knock her up. Maybe I'll let you watch too. You'll be longing to look at my hard Jamaican Cock again, even if its plunging into your sister's tight white cunt instead of your faggot throat!
"We'll time it so your mommy and sister give birth to their little Half-Jamaican bastards at the same time. Neither my Dad nor I will pay a dime to support your new family members. It will fall on your cuckold reverend daddy and you. But I'm betting he won't be a reverend for long after his congregation sees what his adulterous wife and unwed daughter have given birth to. Forgiveness only goes so far!"
Mark was out of his mind! I knew that my mother was a virtuous woman. She would never cheat on my father in a million years! And she was not prejudiced, but she didn't even have a Black friend. I knew she would never consider having sex with a Black Man. And my sister was a good Christian girl. She wouldn't give up her virginity until she got married in another ten years or so. She certainly would never suck Mark's Black Cock of spread her legs for him!
But then again, I never would have suspected my father of being immoral. I could never imagined that he would have an affair, let alone sodomizing young women or allowing himself to be gang-raped by six Black and Latino Men. A month ago I would never have believed I would have submitted my mouth and throat to be fucked by a Black Boy and swallow his cum. If the big Black Cock has a way of mesmerizing white men and boys, what could it do to weak girls and women?
I knew that if I refused to let myself become a faggot, then maybe they would try to turn my Mom and sister into whores for Black Cock. I just had to get through this day. I had already swallowed one load of Mark's cum in my parents' bed today and gotten his big Black Cock ready to shoot another load. All I had to do was submit to him a little while longer and I would be done with him forever. I'd never even look at any other Man's Cock for the rest of my life.
Part Six
Mark suddenly pulled his Cock out of my throat and mouth. He said, "Get your feet! We're going down to your reverend daddy's church. I want to have some fun with you down there, white pussy-boy!"
He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me bent over down the two flights of steps and through the door to the sanctuary.
Mark demanded, "Show me where you usually sit in church and where you mommy usually sits."
I brought him to the place in the pews that I usually sat. It was plainly visible to both my parents so they could make sure I was in church and was behaving myself. Then we walked up to the choir and I showed him where my mother sat in the soprano section.
Mark, indicating the large pastor's chair, said, "And I assume, fairy boy, that your reverend daddy sits in that seat when he isn't in the pulpit or at the communion table?"
I said, "Yes, sir, that's right."
"And he preaches his lying sermons in that pulpit there?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And that's obviously the communion table where he stands when he blasphemously prays and the altar rail where you all kneel to receive communion from his filthy hands?"
I was very uncomfortable about hearing Mark speak this way about church and my father, but I knew that he'd hit me if I refused to say what he wanted to hear, so I said, "Yes, Sir."
Mark said he wanted to sit in my pew and see the church like I usually saw it on Sunday mornings. He made me kneel in front of him.
"Suck my big Jamaican Cock, you little fairy. Get it nice and hard!"
I began to suck Mark's Cock energetically because I saw him making a fist with his big right hand.
"When you sit here in your seat Sunday after Sunday, remember that you are a pathetic faggot who willingly obeyed a Black Boy who told you to suck his Black Cock right here in the middle of your church. Picture how big and thick the Cock was and how it filled your little white fairy mouth so well. Let your mind fantasize about sucking the Cocks of each of the Black Men you see in church that morning as they take turns sitting right here offering their Ebony Pricks to your eager drooling mouth."
I knew that I would remember just what he said every time I sat here. His words would force me to imagine what the Cock of every Black Man in church looked like and imagine how it would feel in my mouth and taste on my tongue. What a bastard Mark was to plant those thoughts in my mind!
Mark stood up abruptly, pushing me backwards so that I hit my head hard on the back of the pew behind me.
Mark said, "Did your hurt your head, bitch? That's too bad. Get over it and get up, your little cock whore! Let's go over to your mommy's seat in the choir."
When we got there, he ordered me to turn around with my back to him."
I obeyed him and Mark grabbed my arms bent they each across my back at right angles so that each hand cupped the opposite elbow. Then he took some silk cord used to rope off reserved pews at weddings and tied each wrist tightly in place so my arms were totally immobile.
He said, "Now you won't be able to resist at all when I rape you, cunt!"
I was scared. I was so sure he had said that his Dad told him not to fuck me in the ass. That he was only to fuck girls until he got married? I thought my poor white ass was safe.
He ordered, "Spread your legs apart, like a good slut! Good. Now bend over and put your head right there where your mommy usually sits. I want your virgin cunt exposed. Keep your skinny legs straight, bitch!"
There I was, trussed up and bent over and completely off balance, ready to lose my ass cherry to this Bastard. Wasn't it enough for him to fuck my throat like I was a filthy slut? Now he wanted to take both of my cherries. I was so upset I began to cry silently, just like the little girl Mark had succeeded turning me into.
I felt Mark's hard Black Cock rubbing up and down my ass crack, pausing at my asshole each time in passed to give a firm push, just enough to force it open a little. I clamped it shut as tight as I could, but he just pushed harder and it hurt more. I decided that I was defeated and I had no choice but to try to make this rape a little easier on me. I forced myself to relax my asshole and let him take my cherry. I knew that if I kept my asshole tight in an attempt to resist, I would only fail and I would be hurt even worse.
Mark whispered in my ear, "There is something so fuckable about skinny white boy asses. They just look like they need to be violated. I really want to sink my Big Jamaican Pole right down to Its root in your sweet virgin faggot cunt and fuck you silly. I know that deep down you want that too. You need a Black Cock to fuck your tight virgin pussy until it bleeds. I would love to take your cherry and rape your ass, and then see you lick the blood, shit, and cum off my Cock after I'm done. I've got to lube It up now. In a minute your are going to have your first taste of the ass-fucking that will be your life from now on."
I heard the squirt of lubricant being squeezed out of a bottle. Then I felt a cool wetness at my asshole. The next moment I literally saw stars as a searing pain ripped my poor virgin asshole. I screamed at the top of my lungs and it echoed in the large empty church.
Mark laughed and asked, "Shut up, you stupid faggot! How does that black rubber butt-plug feel in your virgin cunt, you little white bitch? Did you actually think that was my Cock? You are pathetic. My Jamaican Snake would have hurt ten times worse than that little thing. I told you that my Dad said he didn't want me to fuck any boy asses until he knew that I preferred real pussy. He thinks only full-grown Black Men should fuck faggot pussy, and then only for two reasons: to blow their loads when female pussy isn't available or to turn a white boy or man into a subservient whore for Black Cock. But I know that you are secretly disappointed that it wasn't my Big Jamaican Phallus deflowering you and now you'll have to wait for another Black Man to pop your cherry. You probably tell yourself that you didn't want the pain, but you know you really craved my big, thick Black Cock in your trembling white virgin cunt, didn't you?"
The butt-plug, whatever that was, hurt like a mother-fucker in my virgin ass. Tears were streaming down my face from the pain. I couldn't believe it wasn't Mark huge Phallus. On the other hand, it didn't move in and out like I knew his Cock would be, so it probably was a plug of some kind.
I dared to ask, "What is a butt-plug, Sir?"
"A butt-plug is narrow at the top, then tapers out as wide as a thick Cock and then gets thin again and has a disk base. It widens the faggot's asshole and gets him ready to be fucked. It also holds a load of cum in a faggot's ass until his Master decides the cum should be allowed to drip out. My Dad said that I could use this butt-plug to give you a little taste of what is in store for your cunt once you submit to your faggot destiny and become a willing whore for Black Cock. No one is going to rape you without your consent. One day you will beg a full-grown Black Man to fuck your cunt. From that day on, your fate will be sealed."
The pain gradually subsided somewhat, but I was still very uncomfortable.
Mark whispered, "Now when you see your mommy sitting in the choir, you will remember how you had your ass opened up right there and how you really wished that I had ass-fucked you with your head in your mommy's lap."
As much as I wanted to keep that image out of my head, but I had the feeling it would haunt me for a long while to come.
He gave an evil laugh and pulled me upright and said, "Now, you stupid cunt, lets go over to your reverend daddy's chair."
Mark sat himself down in all his naked glory in my father's ceremonial seat in the chancel, his powerful legs spread out wide in front of him and his slightly softened Manhood, sticking up from between his legs.
Mark ordered, "Get on your knees, faggot, in front of me and get my big Black Cock nice and hard."
I obeyed him at once and knelt down with my face in his crotch and sucked his Cock, the rubber butt-plug still sticking deep in my sore ass and my arms tied tightly behind my back. Soon Mark was as a hard as a rock.
Mark taunted me, "Suck that Jamaican sausage well, fairy boy! I want to see you impale your tight throat on It. Deep throat my Black Cock. That's it. Make it punch through into your sorry throat. That feels good, bitch! You are learning your job of being a white faggot cocksucker really well."
"Now when you see your reverend daddy sitting in his chair during the church services, you'll remember how you serviced a big Black Cock in that chair. Maybe you'll also think about what it would be like to suck the pastor's cock while everybody in church looks on. Your such a pathetic slut!"
"You got me nice and hard now, bitch. Let's go up into the pulpit. I want to hammer your throat right where your lying daddy delivers his fake sermons on Sunday morning."
I was reluctant to go, so Mark dragged me by the hair again. He made me crouch in front of him while he stood where my Dad would have stood to preach from the pulpit. He grabbed me, my hair held tightly in one hand and his other hand on my chin. He forced my mouth open and plunged his big Black Cock into my open mouth and down my throat. He brutally face fucked me for several minutes.
Mark was breathing hard, but said, "Every time you see you reverend daddy preach in the pulpit, you will remember this throat fucking you got here. Maybe you'll fantasize about secretly sucking your daddy's cock while he preaches and how funny he will sounds when you make him cum in your throat in the middle of his sermon."
Mark had a way of burning images in my brain. How was I going to be able to keep from thinking about these two things every time I saw my Dad preaching? This was truly messed up.
Mark, continued, "I think I'll try a little trick of my Dad's that he uses to keep uppity bitches in their place when they've given him lip. It's called the "Head-Banging Throat Fuck." He fucks the bitch's throat so hard that she hits her stupid head on the headboard or wall he has her pinned against every time he thrusts his Huge Ebony Dick down her throat. After he's done she doesn't know what hurts more: her throat or her head!"
Let laughing at my widened eyes and tear-stained face, Mark began to slam my head against the back of the pulpit a couple dozen times. He nearly knocked me out, but I managed to stay conscious.
"Now you know how we Black Men keep our bitches in line. Bruises don't show on the head through the hair, so we don't have to worry. How do you like being the Black Man's bitch?"
With one last hard thrust, Mark propelled my poor head into the pulpit wall one last time, my throat impaled on his Cock.
He said, "I've gotta blow one last load of thick Black Cum down your well-fucked throat, you stupid cock whore, but I want it to be both memorable and symbolic. Your reverend daddy is more of a man of the devil than a Man of God, as even a stupid shit like you should be able to figure out by now. When he does here by preaching and performing services while he lives as a fornicator and sodomite is a real travesty. The problem is that your good church people don't see that yet, or they righteously cast him out of the church onto the street, where he belongs. But I want you to see what it is really like when a demon like your rapist, faggot daddy pretends to pray and serve like real minister."
"Kneel down there at the altar rail, cunt! Look at you with your arms trussed behind your back and your tight white cunt filled with a black butt-plug! I can see who you really are, a dirty white whore for Black Cock. Wait here and I'll be back in a minute to show you who your reverend daddy really is."
I was so afraid to see what Mark would do next. I knew that my father was not the man everybody in church thought he was. I knew he didn't belong in the ministry. Yes, he was a very bad man, but he was still my father. I couldn't stop loving him. I also didn't know where my family would go or how we would be supported if my Dad did not have this church.
Mark reappeared only a few moments later with my father's black pastor's robe over his naked body, the front not clasped shut as my father wore it in church, but open wide so that is well-defined chest, powerful legs, and ragingly hard Cock were fully visible. On either side of his neck, one of my Dad's stoles hung down. Mark playfully wrapped their hanging ends around his Big Black Cock and then let then unwrap themselves and fall down on either side. Mark strode up through the altar rail gate and came to stand in front of me as I stood on my knees at the altar rail.
He said, "When you receive communion from your reverend daddy, it's the devil's communion. It's really no different from what I'm going to give you now. Remember that each time you see him commit the blasphemy of giving communion to anyone, yourself included, you dumb bitch!"
Mark grabbed me firmly my the hair and ears and lowered my mouth onto his hard Cock.
"This is my uncut Black Cock!
Sneering, he added, "Take ye and eat It!"
Mark began to fuck my throat violently, grinding my lips into the base of his crotch to get every centimeter of Its length into me. He held me down there for a while until I started to black out, then I pulled my head up and almost off the Cock, only to thrust it beck in just as deep as before. This whole scene must have been a real turn on to Mark, for I had not too long to wait before he flooded me with a big load of his cum.
"Here come my potent Black Baby Makers!
He added sarcastically, "Drink ye all of It."
I had no wish for the church to be defiled by the spilling of Mark's sperm, so I swallowed every drop. I noticed that I was able to do this without any even coming out my mouth and nose, as it done other times.
"Now, cunt, your education is nearly complete. Let's go to your reverend daddy's study, where he rapes girls and allows Thugs to rape him. That room must have a special kind of `holiness!'
Part Seven
I walked dejectedly behind Mark to my father's study. He closed the doors and had me kneel in the center of the floor. I was still trussed and plugged. My hands and arms had gone numb. My poor asshole was spasming. My whole face was puffy and my lips were swollen. I looked down at Mark's feet.
"I'm glad to see that I have broken the white pride you had when I first saw you in school. No you are a broken slut for Black Cock. You learned to submit yourself to the Black Man, as all whites should do, especially white faggots. I like to see you keep your eyes cast down to the floor where they belong when a Black Man is in your presence. What have you learned from me, you stupid cunt?"
This was my last humiliation. I had to get through it so my tormenter would be out of my life and leave me alone. I though of the words wanted to hear.
"Sir, you were able to see what I was born to be: a slut for Black Cock. You were kind enough to break me and show me the only thing I am good for: servicing the Black Man with my worthless holes. I am nothing but a stupid white whore, a dirty cunt, a dumb slut, a worthless bitch. I am the lowest thing anyone can be: a filthy faggot, a fairy, a pussy-boy. I deserve to be abused by all Black Men. I will do whatever they want me to do. Since I am a freak of nature, it is only right that I be used in every way that is against nature. Thank you, Sir, for humiliating me and putting me in my place. Thank you for fucking my mouth and throat. Thank you for wasting you Black cum, your potent Black Baby Makers, your life-giving sperm by pumping it into my worthless belly. Thank you for hurting me. I know you did it out of kindness. Thank you for opening my eyes to who my daddy really is: a fornicator, a rapist, and a wicked sodomite. Thank you for doing all you can to hurt him by hurting me. Thank you for showing me all white people are inferior to Black People, white faggots being the most inferior of all people."
Mark said, "Well, you look and sound sincere. I'm glad that I was able to accomplish so much with you, stupid cunt."
"Now open your mouth wide."
I obeyed immediately. He hocked a huge wad of spit in my throat. I held it there, knowing from experience that I needed permission to swallow his precious spit.
Mark ordered, "Now swallow that little gift."
I did so, smacked my lips and tried to give him a thankful smile.
He said, "I have one more gift for you. Swallow my Black Cock and hold it in your mouth."
I obeyed him, thinking that I would have to give him one last blowjob. But he had other ideas. He let go a bladder-full of acrid piss into my mouth and waiting throat. I swallowed quickly.
He laughed, "How do you like that, faggot? You're now a toilet for the Black Man too! Don spill a drop of my Piss or you'll go back to the parsonage with a broken arm!"
I swallowed it all. Mark untied my arms and roughly pulled out my butt-plug. He made me suck and lick it off to clean it. I tried to hand it to him.
But he said, "Keep the butt-plug and put it to good use. Keep your cunt stretched out so that you'll be able to take a Black Cock when It comes along. You can also use it when you long to have a Man fuck you and there's none around.
I think you won't be able to keep the fact that you're a faggot from your reverend daddy for long. Fags have `gaydar'. Once he realizes you are a faggot like him, he won't be able to keep his dick out of you for long. But remember, you may only give daddy blowjobs for now. A Black Man has to be the one to take your cherry. It won't be too long before that happens. You won't have to wait long.'
"Now spread your legs and show me your cunt.'
I turned and showed him.
"Yes! Your little cunt is still gaping just a bit. That is Fuckin' sexy!"
Mark gabbed by little ball sac from behind a squeezed by little balls until they were about to pop.
"Take that, faggot! Look me up in ten years. If your boy-pussy isn't too stretched out by then, I'll fuck your cunt so hard you won't be able to walk for a few days!"
Leaving me in a heap of pain on the floor, Mark disappeared from the study and left the building.