Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2010 13:37:58 -0400
From: T.O.N.Y. <topofnewyork1989@aol.com>
Subject: De'Quarious Part 2

This is a fictional story, any similarities between the characters and
anyone living or dead is totally coincidental. Furthermore, this story is
not intended for minors. The following story contains hardcore unprotected
interracial sexual acts between men, one aged 18 and the other in his
twenties, the use of racial slurs, and the sexual coercion of an 18 year
old male. If such content is offensive to you, please do not read. I
welcome comments, critiques, suggestions, and feedback of all types, please
email me at TopOfNewYork1989@aol.com.

"Get undressed nigger." Scott said, his fist wrapped tight around the
thick, throbbing, nine and a half inch cut dick that stood straight out
from his ripped body. De'Quarious, still on his knees, hesitated. He was
supposed to be blowing this white guy, which he'd been doing. What did he
now need to take his clothes off for? Furthermore, his sexual and racial
abuse by this sexy white jock had embarrassingly caused him to spring an
erection, which he didn't want Scott to see. "Are you fucking deaf?" Scott
snapped. "Take off your fucking clothes!"

De'Quarious wanted to walk away from this sordid experience, but the stack
of money on the sofa behind Scott called out to him. De'Quarious realized
that doing what Scott demanded was the only thing standing between him and
that money, and that money was the only thing that would save him from
certain punishment by his ruthless employer, the drug lord
Nimrod. De'Quarious scrambled to his feet, deciding that the best thing to
do would be to just get this all over with. He began to quickly undo his
belt, but Scott held up a hand to stop him. "No, do it slowly. I want you
to take your time and reveal that sweet nigger bod to me."

De'Quarious sighed in resignation and slowly opened his belt, pulled it
through the loops of his jeans, and then dropped it to the floor. His jeans
were already halfway down as he always wore them hanging off his fat bubble
butt, but he still unbuttoned them, unzipped them, and slowly let them fall
to his ankles. He kicked off his fresh out the box white Nikes and stepped
out his jeans, standing before Scott in a pair of red and white basketball
shorts. He looked up at Scott, hoping the white man with the horse dick
would have pity on him and allow him to keep his shorts and boxers on, but
the white man nodded at the shorts, indicating his wish for the boy to take
them off. Fighting back tears, De'Quarious let his shorts fall to his
ankles, stepped out of them, and then with a sigh, pulled his boxers down
before stepping out of them. He kicked his clothes to the side and stood
before Scott, completely naked save for his white ankle socks, looking down
at the floor of Scott's living room in shame.

Scott gasped at the sight of the boy's body. De'Quarious' slim muscular
body was perfection, like Michaelangelo's David, only dipped in tar. Scott
had already seen his chest, but now he got a good look at how his torso
formed a deep cut V as it tapered down to his waist, at the trail of hair
that led from the boy's protuberant navel to his pubic bush of thick nappy
nigger hair, down to the boy's half-hard uncut coon cock, which hung thick
between his legs, it's head completely covered by the boy's foreskin. Scott
licked his lips lasciviously. "Turn around boy." He commanded the teen, who
slowly did as he was told. De'Quarious' back was strong and muscled, but it
wasn't that which made Scott groan in anticipation. It was the young
nigger's ass, which stuck out from his back in two perfect half spheres, a
shapely ass like most nigger boys have, but more muscular due to the fact
that De'Quarious played sports regularly. "You play sports nigger?" Scott
asked him. De'Quarious nodded. "Well I know you play basketball, all you
monkeys do, but any other sports?"

"Baseball." De'Quarious muttered insolently.

Scott's already rigid cock got even harder at the thought of De'Quarious'
fat, muscular, bubble ass in a tight baseball uniform. However, he had to
take De'Quarious down a notch; he still detected a slight hint of attitude
in the boy's voice. Grabbing the boy by his neck, Scott snarled into his
ear, "Listen you little porch monkey, you better shape the fuck up before I
send your black ass back to the hood with nothing but my precum on your
lips. The problem with you niggers is that you all have problems with
authority, that's why so many of you are locked up. But see, that's why
guys like me are around, to teach you good manners and respect. From now
on, when you address me, you address me as `sir' do you understand me boy?"

"Yes." De'Quarious snapped, and Scott's hand tightened around the nigger's
throat, cutting off his oxygen.

"Goddamn you're a dumb nigger." Scott said, ignoring the choking and
spluttering De'Quarious. "What did I just say? Huh? What did I just tell
you to do? I told you to call me `sir' did you not hear that? Huh? Do you
not understand? Maybe I should talk to you in your language." Scott started
babbling in De'Quarious' ear, nonsense that was a cross between what Scott
believed African speech to sound like and sounds that he'd heard primates
make on those nature shows. "You understand me now?" He shoved De'Quarious
away from him and the boy rubbed his neck and fought to catch his breath.

"Yes, sir. Yes, sir I understand." De'Quarious panted, enraged at being
manhandled and disrespected by the white man, but at the same time feeling
somewhat aroused. Scott's hand had felt so strong and powerful on his neck,
the white man's pink lips and hot breath tickled his ear as he parodied the
speech of the boy's African ancestors, and how he stood before De'Quarious
now, his muscular arms folded, his handsome face was contorted into an
arrogant sneer, his sky-blue eyes full of contempt, he seemed so confident,
powerful, and he loomed over the black boy. De'Quarious' dick couldn't help
but rise, and although the young nigger tried to will it to stay flaccid,
it soon rose to its full eight and a half inches, the foreskin still
completely covering the head.

"You like that huh?" Scott said, nodding at De'Quarious' boner, his grin
becoming wider and his cockiness overpowering. De'Quarious hung his head in
shame. "On your knees." De'Quarious dropped to his knees. Scott grabbed the
back of his head and started fucking the boy's mouth, his massive tool
sliding in and out of the nigger's mouth, it's fat mushroom head stabbing
De'Quarious' tonsils, making tears spring to his eyes and making him retch
with each thrust, Scott's hairy, musty, pinkish-red nut sac slapping the
nigger's smooth chin. Being unable to talk because of the huge white cock
down his throat, De'Quarious instead mumbled and grunted, trying to tell
Scott that he was hurting him, but the white man didn't care. "Mmmm, take
that cock down your throat nigger, get it nice and wet." Scott moaned and
then pulled his meat out the boy's mouth, only to slap it across his smooth
cheeks, spending spit and precum flying all over the nigger's face. He
plunged his cock once more into the warm oven of De'Quarious' mouth,
fucking his face rapidly for about ten minutes, before he finally pulled
out and the boy collapsed to the floor panting.

"How much do you want that money boy?" Scott asked him.

"A lot sir." De'Quarious muttered, hating himself for calling this white
man, not even a decade older than him, "sir."

"Do you need it nigger?" De'Quarious nodded. "How much do you need it?"

"A lot sir, I need it a lot."

Scott walked over to the boy, who was laying on his back, and without
warning, his put his large size thirteen foot on the boy's
face. De'Quarious tried to move his head, but a swift kick to the ribs by
Scott's other foot convinced the nigger to stay still and allow Scott's
huge soft sweaty feet to molest his face. Scott forced his toes between the
nigger's thick lips, squeezing his donkey dick while moaning, "Suck those
toes nigger; show me how much you need that dough." De'Quarious closed his
eyes tight and sucked Scott's long toes. "Lick in between them, clean them
out." De'Quarious did so, while tears of shame leaked from his eyes. Scott
removed his toes from the boy's mouth and rubbed his feet all over
De'Quarious' face, lingering on the boy's broad nose. Despite his
humiliation and repulsion, De'Quarious' erection did not waver; in fact,
precum had started to leak from underneath the boy's foreskin, dripping
down his shaft and onto his smooth coal-black balls.

In one savage motion Scott grabbed the young black teenager by the arms and
flipped him over so that he was now on his stomach. It was then that
De'Quarious realized what the white man had planned, why he'd forced him to
get undressed, and De'Quarious decided that he'd rather face whatever fate
Nimrod had for him than to let Scott stick his huge white cock up his
ass. De'Quarious tried to scramble away, but Scott grabbed him by his toned
legs and dragged him back to where he wanted him. "Uh-uh nigger, you're
gonna take this white cock." Scott told him, and pounced on the young coon,
holding him down while he parted those globules that formed De'Quarious'
ass, filling the room with the scent of young, sweaty, nigger
ass. De'Quarious had a deep ass crack, and while the nigger wriggled
underneath him, Scott used his fingers to caress that crack, roughly
forcing his index finger into the tight black hole, which had never had
anything penetrate it before.

De'Quarious screamed as Scott shoved his finger inside him and Scott
chuckled. "That's nothing nigger, wait until I shove this cock in you."
Scott roughly finger fucked the boy with one finger, then inserted another,
which caused De'Quarious to scream some more. "Shut up all that goddamned
noise, are you trying to have the entire building know that you're getting
your nigger ass nailed in here?" De'Quarious paid no heed to Scott, just
continued to scream as the older white guy probed his virgin ass with his
fingers. Scott felt around for the first thing he could find, his own gray
boxer-briefs, and he shoved them into the boy's mouth, filling his mouth
with the taste of cotton, sweat, ball musk, and piss.

His cries now muffled, Scott pulled his fingers from the boy's ass and
replaced them with his cock, which he forced into De'Quarious' ass
mercilessly. The young nigger let out a muffled scream as Scott's anaconda
tore his tight jungle hole open. Holding onto the boy's slender waist,
Scott rammed his cock into De'Quarious, pulling it all the way before
ramming it back in until his golden pubes touched the nappy black kinks of
the boy's ass hair. "Oh fuck yeah, take this white cock you dirty ghetto
nigger!" Scott panted in the boy's ear. "Feels good, doesn't it? This is
what my ancestors used to do to yours on the plantation, see, that's back
when niggers knew their place. This is all you niggers are good for, your
purpose on earth, to serve horny white cocks like mine."

The pain was so intense that De'Quarious thought that he was going to pass
out. He regretted ever having gotten into this white guy's car, he
regretted fucking with that girl, the girl that robbed him of Nimrod's weed
and put him in the position that he was in, desperate enough to follow a
white man to his place and allow himself to be sexually abused and verbally
degraded for five hundred dollars. De'Quarious closed his eyes and tried to
will his mind to go somewhere else, anywhere else than where it was, on a
floor with a sweaty white man ramming his tight hole. However, Scott
wouldn't allow him to go away, he kept bringing the boy back to that
floor. "Imagine if your boys could see you now." Scott said mirthfully. "On
your stomach, fat nigger ass in the air, taking cock like a professional
nigger whore." Scott reached around and grabbed the boy's jungle cock,
which was still hard and now wet with precum, and he slid the foreskin
back, running his thumb over the nigger's piss slit, which was slimy from
the huge amount of precum that churned out of his black cock each time
Scott rammed into him and degraded him. "I bet the boys in your hood look
up to you, probably think you're a tough little playa, huh?" Scott grabbed
the end of De'Quarious' hair, which hung to his shoulders in tight
cornrows, and he yanked them hard while he pounded him. "Well you ain't so
tough now with this fat white cock up your black Welfare ghetto ass, now
are you playa?" Scott said patronizingly.

De'Quarious had spit Scott's drawers out of his mouth and was sobbing,
imagining how disappointed his peeps would be if they discovered that he
was being used like a nigger whore by this horny white man. Scott, still
holding the ends of the boy's braids as if they were a reign, continued his
assault of the boy's ass. De'Quarious was in pain, but he couldn't fight
the arousal that coursed through his body, that had his black nipples
sticking out like raisins, which had his black cock rigid and
dripping. Scott's cockiness was turning him on, how he'd managed to bitch
De'Quarious out made the boy realize that Scott was stronger and more
powerful than he, how he manhandled him and treated him like the nigger
that he really was, all of that made the young jigaboo bite his lip in
repressed sexual desire. De'Quarious was beginning to think about things
differently as Scott raped his ass, that although in the hood he was the
man, that although in the hood he subjugated the bitches, that in the real
world, the world wider than the projects, the fried chicken restaurants,
liquor stores, and sneaker stores that comprised his hood, in the wide
world, the white male was the man, he was the nigger, and in that world the
nigger was the white man's bitch. In that context, this made sense, him
being used like a nigger bitch, because he was in the white man's world and
they were king here.

"Is this how you fuck your bitches, nigger? Huh? Is this what you do to
them, hold them down and make them take that jungle monkey meat of yours?"
Scott asked him. De'Quarious let out a wail of anguish in reply. "Well
guess what nigger? You're my bitch now."

"Nah." De'Quarious whispered. "Nah, I ain't nobody's bitch." He said this,
trying to sound convincing, but failing miserably. Scott laughed at
De'Quarious, further humiliating him, and then turned the boy around so
that he was on his back, all while his donkey dick was still deep in the
boy's guts. On his back, legs in the air, ass getting pounded, De'Quarious
knew that it was official, despite his protestations. He was now Scott's
bitch.

The look of humiliation, sadness, and anger in the young nigger's face only
made Scott's hard-on fiercer, and he hawked and spit a quarter-sized piece
of mucus on the nigger's cheek, enjoying the contrast that his beige mucus
made as it slid down the nigger's face. De'Quarious closed his eyes so that
he wouldn't have to look at the gloating expression on the handsome white
man's face. Scott laughed, using his hands to spread the boy's legs apart
wider, he slid his cock in deeper, hammering the nigger's boycunt, which
caused De'Quarious to whimper and sob. Tears slid from his eyes and down
his face, mingling with Scott's mucus, with each thrust the nigger's hard
spear bobbed, it now slick and shiny from all the precum that came out of
the boy's foreskin and slid down to his nuts.

De'Quarious hadn't touched his dick since he'd sucked Scott's meat earlier,
but the constant hammering of his prostate by Scott's fat cockhead soon
sent his young black body into convulsions. He bit his lip to keep from
crying out, and his hard Mandingo meat starting spewing his African seed,
shooting straight up at Scott, some hitting the white man's chin and chest
while the rest rained down on the young nigger, a huge storm of nigger seed
covering the boy's pubes, stomach, chest, and face. De'Quarious lay there
crying, confused about what had just happened, about how he'd busted his
nut without having touched his dick. Some of his cum had gotten into his
mouth, and it tasted salty and warm.

As De'Quarious came, his asshole contracted, which, combined with the
tightness of his hole, caused Scott to finally come. With a roar, Scott
shoved his cock deep into the young thug and shot rope after rope of
steaming hot Anglo-Saxon seed into the young nigger's ravished hole. "Ugh!
Take that cum nigger, take that fucking hot load!" He spat. "Shit! Maybe
some of this white cum will civilize your savage black ass." He climbed off
De'Quarious and walked to the couch, grabbing the stack of cash and
throwing it on the cum covered chest of the youngster, making him feel like
a true nigger ho. "Now get dressed and get the fuck outta here." Scott said
contemptuously.

De'Quarious, tears still sliding down his cheeks, asked, "Ain't you gonna
take me back to my hood?"

"Hell fucking no, nigger. Take the goddamned bus." And De'Quarious stood
up, used his boxers to wipe all the cum off him and got dressed, putting
the money into his pocket and leaving Scott's apartment, his walk now
without it's characteristic thug swagger because of the pain in his lower
body.