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“Yeah, dat look good,” Jamal’s smile flashed with gold, platinum, and ruthless desire.

Jamal’s heavy black cock fell atop Alex’s ass and lower back. Jamal spit on his cock as he slowly slid it between those fat white cheeks, as though he was titty-fucking a white woman. Alex shivered and shook from the ticklish friction. Holding the insta-brand inches from Alex’s right cheek, Jamal massaged Alex’s pink hole with the head of his dick.

“You want dis dick?” Jamal asked.

“Y-yes, king,” Alex said, bobbing on the guards’ cocks.

“Beg fo’ dis dick,” Jamal said, sliding between those soft cheeks.

“P-please, king, fuck me!” Alex moaned. “I NEED that royal cock, daddy.”

Jamal reached down with his left hand and grabbed Alex’s shoulder and neck, preparing for insertion. Alex felt the heat of Jamal’s sweaty cockhead teasing his puckering asshole. With a solemn grunt, Jamal started sliding into Alex millimeters at a time, tearing apart that snug little hole.

“Oh my f-f-ucking god,” Alex groaned.

“Dat’s rite,” Jamal mumbled, watching his huge black dick parting those sweet white cheeks. “Open up fo’ Daddy, bitch.”

The pressure, the burning, stretching, tearing pressure built as Jamal’s cock edged forward. He was only a third of the way in, and already he’d hit clenching resistance from Alex.

“Open dat ass up,” a guard growled.

“I-I can’t, k-k-kings,” Alex cried.

“Open da fuck up, whiteboi!” Jamal screamed. “Or I’ll brand yo’ ass!”

Alex fought to control his breathing. His hands clung to the grass on the forest floor, and he tried to calm himself. Jamal’s enormous dick felt like a freight train running right through him, barreling through his insides, but he overcame the urge to fight it. Instead of clenching down on it, he accepted the violation. He let it in. He let his ass accept the glistening daddy dick.

“Dat’s good,” Jamal groaned. He kept his tough exterior, but he was obviously in love with Alex’s sweet little boipussy. It felt amazing gripping his giant black python. “Dat shit feel real fuckin’ good. Fuck yeah.”

Jamal thrust further inside Alex. And further still. Finally Alex’s ass clenched again, with Jamal’s cock only halfway inside him.

“Muhfuckin’ faggot!” Jamal yelled, frustrated. “We dun’ tried dis da easy way, we gon’ have ta do dis da hard way, bitch. Open da FUCK up!”

Jamal buried the hot insta-brand into the soft white flesh of Alex’s right ass cheek. As the brand seared into his flesh, Jamal thrust his huge black dick all the way in, balls deep, as Alex’s body reflexively bucked and struggled against the pressure and searing heat.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Alex screamed, his wails echoing into the night.

“Take it, faggot!” one guard said, shoving his cock into the whiteboi’s mouth.

“Stop cryin’, bitch!” the other said, slapping his heavy dick against Alex’s face, tears falling down atop its shaft.

Jamal held the insta-brand down, making his mark deep and long, while he fucked his sissy slave’s asshole. No more mercy. Alex’s ass clenched with spasms, but Jamal powered right through them. He destroyed Alex’s tender insides. Each thrust was another dagger. Alex felt the warm, throbbing heft of Jamal’s master cock within him, cutting through all resistance like a flaming sword of vengeance.

“Ya’ll was on top, wasn’t you?” Jamal snarled while he fucked. “White man ran da world!”

“Mm-hm,” Alex moaned as he gagged on sweaty daddy dick.

“Now look atchu, bitch!” Jamal screamed. “You just a hole. A wet hole for black dick!”
 
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“Dat’s good,” Jamal groaned. He kept his tough exterior, but he was obviously in love with Alex’s sweet little boipussy. It felt amazing gripping his giant black python. “Dat shit feel real fuckin’ good. Fuck yeah.”

Jamal thrust further inside Alex. And further still. Finally Alex’s ass clenched again, with Jamal’s cock only halfway inside him.

“Muhfuckin’ faggot!” Jamal yelled, frustrated. “We dun’ tried dis da easy way, we gon’ have ta do dis da hard way, bitch. Open da FUCK up!”

Jamal buried the hot insta-brand into the soft white flesh of Alex’s right ass cheek. As the brand seared into his flesh, Jamal thrust his huge black dick all the way in, balls deep, as Alex’s body reflexively bucked and struggled against the pressure and searing heat.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Alex screamed, his wails echoing into the night.

“Take it, faggot!” one guard said, shoving his cock into the whiteboi’s mouth.

“Stop cryin’, bitch!” the other said, slapping his heavy dick against Alex’s face, tears falling down atop its shaft.

Jamal held the insta-brand down, making his mark deep and long, while he fucked his sissy slave’s asshole. No more mercy. Alex’s ass clenched with spasms, but Jamal powered right through them. He destroyed Alex’s tender insides. Each thrust was another dagger. Alex felt the warm, throbbing heft of Jamal’s master cock within him, cutting through all resistance like a flaming sword of vengeance.

“Ya’ll was on top, wasn’t you?” Jamal snarled while he fucked. “White man ran da world!”

“Mm-hm,” Alex moaned as he gagged on sweaty daddy dick.

“Now look atchu, bitch!” Jamal screamed. “You just a hole. A wet hole for black dick!”

Jamal threw all his power into his fucking. He showed no regard for Alex’s feelings. He used the little sissy, with his pink-and-blue wig flowing in the breeze, as a masturbatory aid. Alex was fresh white meat: nothing but warm friction for the black kings.

“Yo country belong to us. Yo bitches belong to us. You ’bout to go extinct,” Jamal grunted.

His rage powered his strokes. His muscular black ass clenched and relaxed, over and over, as he slung hundreds of years’ worth of revenge and oppression into the sissy’s tender boipussy.

“Y-y-yes, king!” Alex howled.

Jamal finally pulled the insta-brand away from Alex’s cheek. His round white ass now bore a fresh, permanent brand: the symbol of a stylized spade, with a “J” for Jamal, inside a circle. It was an eternal reminder that he was owned by black kings, and his holes had been claimed by them.

“You like dis big black dick?” Jamal taunted.

“Y-y-yes, king!” Alex sucked the guards, alternating between them, wildly licking their nuts and their shafts between sucks.

Jamal ran through Alex’s insides. He shredded them. But through the pain and the tears, a deep sensation built up underneath it all. Alex’s clitty stiffened, plumping up against the confines of his cock cage. His little pink balls radiated with pleasure as, with every stroke, Jamal’s powerful nuts plowed into them. Something strange was happening. Call it Stockholm Syndrome or call it simple sissy submission, but Alex began to give his body, his will, his soul over to his masters.

And it hurt really fucking good.

“D-d-daddy!” Alex whimpered. “I l-l-love that cock Daddy!”

Jamal’s deep grunts intermingled with Alex’s sissy cries. Dark muscle on soft white flesh. The buzz of the ganjala lifted them higher. Overwhelmed with fuck-lust, the two enormous guards seized control from Jamal.

The first guard lifted Alex up with ease. He pulled him roughly upward, like a sissy ragdoll, and Alex threw his thin white arms around his shoulders to hang on for dear life. Face-to-face, Alex’s hole still reeling from Jamal’s onslaught, Alex opened his mouth and began kissing the humongous musclebound guard.

“Look out. Dis little whiteboi bitch in love,” Jamal said, stroking himself.

The other guard and Jamal watched, their eyes red with ganjala haze, and jerked off as Alex gave himself over to black domination. He’d resisted before. He’d tried to hang onto some thread of masculinity, but in the heat of interracial passion, he became a submissive fuckslut.

“Dat’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout,” the other guard said, stroking himself. “Dis your place,bitch.”

As the massive guard held him aloft, his chiseled muscles slick with sweat in the night, Alex felt the true power of a black king. He sucked the guard’s sweet pink tongue. He nibbled and kissed those huge African lips. He traded spit with him, then kissed his ear, his cheek, and his neck. The guard grunted and groaned, and he inserted himself into Alex’s boipussy as he held him.

“F-f-fuck that’s g-g-g-ood, king!” Alex groaned between kisses.

It was a totally different feeling being fucked from this angle. Just as intense, just as painful, but a powerful aching pleasure lurked beneath it. The first pangs of deep pleasure were like catching sight of an iceberg. Untold fathoms of lust and satisfaction lay beneath, and it deepened with every thrust of the black king’s cock.

“Dis why yo’ women betrayed ya’ll sissies,” Jamal shouted over the grunting and moaning. “You feel it now, whiteboi? You get it now?”

“I do,” Alex mumbled, overwhelmed with cock-lust.

Alex rode harder. His clitty felt poised to explode. He wanted desperately to touch it. To play with it. He’d never done it before. All his life he’d been in chastity — locked up tight like a good celibate sissy boy. But these black cocks awoke the flame of lust in him. He was ashamed, but his lust overcame the shame. Could it really be happening? What was this tingle? This crescendo? Was he going to cum?

“Got-dayum, dat’s tight, got-dayum it!” the guard plowed Alex’s warm guts, harder and faster.

Alex dug his hot-pink fingernails into the guard’s muscular back. They became animals in the wilderness. Nothing existed but them, cloaked in the warm ganjala buzz.

“That f-f-ucking c-cock is HUGE,” Alex whispered sweet nothings in his black master’s ear, and it inspired even harder thrusts.

Alex’s ass ate up that black dick. His boipussy was ruined. Each thrust loosened him up more, greased his insides, and plundered his tender tissues and muscles. He kissed the guard again, madly and passionately. The contrast was unreal. The rough, angry, vengeful thrusts counterbalanced by the tender kisses between daddy and sissy, master and slave, black and white.

“Gimme dat slut,” the second guard demanded.

The guard handed Alex over to him. The second guard inserted, pumping away at Alex’s right boipussy in the same position as Jamal looked on.

“Fuck, dis whiteboi’s tight,” he said.

Alex caressed his bald head, his arms wrapped around him, hovering seven feet in the air. Alex wondered what it would feel like to be that tall, that muscular, that powerful. The heft of the guard’s body reminded him of his place in the racial pecking order. It was a brutal truth. Whitebois like him had been conquered. They’d been ruined. They were made obsolete.

Alex felt grateful that he could protect Kaylee from this knowledge. She must never know the touch, the feel, the overpowering allure of the black kings. If it meant pimping his little hole out to them, he’d gladly do it to keep Kaylee pure. Once you’ve felt their power, it’s seared into your mind forever: like the fresh spade branded on his ass, burning with pain.

“Loosen dat ass, bitch!” the guard grunted.

Alex obeyed. Tears ran down his face again, smearing his sissy makeup, as the guard wrecked him. Alex was beginning to gain some control over his spasms and contractions. He relaxed himself as the warm, wet, veiny tool of black supremacy ravaged him.

“I’m finna nut,” the guard yelled. “Got-fuckin’-dayum, I’m finna nut up in dis faggot!”

He howled and grunted. He was a wild beast in the forest. The moonlight shone on his dark features. A wet sheen of sweat coated his rippling body, and Alex clung tighter to him. He dug in with his nails. His toes curled. His clitty engorged.

Alex kissed him wildly. He sucked his long, tasty tongue. Alex opened his warm, wet sissy mouth and let his master spit in it. Alex gratefully swallowed his African spit as he relaxed into deeper thrusts.

“Fuck me, king!” Alex encouraged him.

The guard raged and bucked. His body went ballistic. He slammed Alex with insane force, Alex’s sissy ass slapping and reddening as it tore apart. Alex closed his eyes, swirling in the vortex of powerful African libido.

“Stay right dere,” the guard said.

Jamal and the other guard held Alex still, holding his body up in the guard’s preferred position. Alex’s sissy clitty seeped precum, his little balls bounced up and down, as his hole was plundered waist-high off the forest ground.

“Fuckin’ faggot, you TAKE DIS NUT!” the guard screamed.

Veins popped out. Muscles flexed with exertion. The vascularity in his huge African muscles pumped up. His eyes grew intense. The warrior gene — the unconquerable African tribal spirit — rose up with fury as the massive guard used the sissy’s pink hole to cum.

“Ahhhhhhhhh fuuuuuck!” the guard howled.

Alex now knew what a white woman felt like at the breeding facilities. Helpless. Overpowered. In total awe. The flood of warm, potent, alpha jizz pumped in huge spurts. Contraction after contraction, the guard shot buckets of heavy, thick, precious African cum into his soft sissy guts.

“Dat’s rite! Breed dat lil’ white faggot!” Jamal yelled.

“Fill dat ass up!” the other guard encouraged.

Alex rode harder through the guard’s orgasm. As he did, he edged closer himself. At least he thought; Alex couldn’t be sure. His little clitty was tucked away and, besides, he didn’t know what an orgasm felt like. All he knew is that as he gyrated on that huge daddy dick, a delicious tingle filled his balls, his clitty, and his belly. The warmth of the cum greased the searing pain of the dick, and the guard’s thrusts became wetter and sloppier. It was heaven and hell at once: a nightmarish, aggressive, brutal paradise of untamed black lust and rage.
 
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