Jamal grunted loudly, with proud groans. As he savagely wrecked Alex’s little hole, as his huge black cock sloshed amid the sloppy cum inside, as he pounded balls-deep into his slave, he made Tarzan-like shouts of triumph.
“Who’s yo’ muhfuckin’ Daddy?” Jamal screamed.
“I-Inspector J-Jamal,” Alex sobbed.
“Who run da world?”
“Black k-kings!”
A strange and terrible quaking overtook Alex. It emanated from the deepest parts of him. It might have been the angle, or the rhythm, or merely the ganjala, but Jamal’s violent thrusts gave him waves of intense pleasure. Holy fuck, Alex thought to himself. He’s hitting my prostate.
Jamal dominated Alex completely. He fucked his little cum-filled ass brutally, his muscular frame holding him against the forest floor. The electric sweat dripped from the black king’s torso. Alex held onto the sea of rippling muscles, riding the unbridled black power. Each time the black king bottomed out, a tingle snaked up into Alex’s little pink cock.
“It’s over for ya’ll bitches. Ya’ll on da way out. Extinct,” Jamal growled into Alex’s ear as he neared completion.
The guards, exhausted from their orgasms, looked on as though they were witnessing a sacred ritual. Jamal grunted, angry and vengeful, his hot breath on his sissy captive’s ear. And in-between the cruel taunts, he kissed Alex with dominating, aggressive, open-mouthed smooches — his long tongue probing the mouth of the helpless little whiteboi.
“You never was nuffin’,” Jamal growled. “Ya’ll just stole and colonized. And held us down! You ain’t shit. You feel dat? Dat’s a real man’s dick! Dat dick gonna fuck yo’ mom and yo’ sista! Dat dick gonna end ya’ll white faggots foreva! Yo’ women gonna nurse our black babies, faggot!”
Alex cried and wailed, holding tight. The thrusts hit all the right spots. Waves of shame and anger washed over him, but lust won out. There was no denying the power of the black man. Jamal was a force of nature, and he swept over Alex’s soul like a hurricane.
“Daddy I’m g-gonna c-c-c-um,” Alex screamed.
Without touching his nub, with only the furious thrusting friction of his black master’s cock, Alex went over the edge into the infinite, painful bliss of orgasm. It was a hands-free prostate orgasm, surging up with tremendous force from his innards, gripping all extremities with turbulent, brain-melting pleasure.
“F-F-Fuuuuuck!” Alex whined and wriggled.
In the blinding joy of the orgasm, Alex clenched his tearful eyes tight. Time stood still. In a vision, he pictured Kaylee in a wedding dress, under the shade of a tree along some spectacular Appalachian ridge. She lifted her veil and stared into his eyes. He disappeared into her precious, rare, otherworldly Aryan features.
“Dat’s rite,” Jamal yelled, making Alex’s sissy ass cum, watching the sissy jizz dribble out of Alex’s locked-up cock into the clear cock cage. “Kiss me, faggot.”
The black master kissed his sissy with a wet, open mouth. As his tongue invaded Alex’s mouth, Jamal went over the edge into his orgasm. The build-up was long and gradual. Like a tidal wave it crested slowly and built to dizzying heights. With angry grunts and growls — in monosyllabic rasps of hatred and malevolence — the hulking black brute bred Alex’s sissy guts.
“Got-dayum, white, bitch, fuck, got-dayum, cracka ass, bitch,” Jamal mumbled angry curses as he plowed through his wild orgasm.