Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2007 00:28:22 EST
From: MrCMpLiCaTD@aol.com
Subject: chapter two of the damien chronicles for authoritarian/interracial

Chapter Two: Brian's ride on Old Saint Dick

Brian had no idea why he was going to the office Christmas party.  He barely
associated with any of his  coworkers, let alone party with him.  The fact
that his cubicle was in the back of the office fueled his  alienation.  Brian had
just stepped  out of the shower, grabbed a tower, and took a good look at
himself in the  mirror.  Brian had the body of a  supermodel.  The problem was he
 didn't know it.  He had jet black  hair with bangs that hung over his
emerald green eyes, full luscious red lips, a  jaw that would make Brad Pitt blush,
and a smooth olive tan that spread over his  swimmer's build.  When he wasn't
 working, Brian was working out.  Most assumed that it was some form of
vanity, or that he was trying to  compensate for having a small penis.  They couldn'
t have been more wrong about his 7.5 inch dick that stood  straight up when
he was hard.  Brian  worked out so much because he couldn't see the hunk that
everyone else saw.  Distraught over what the night would  bring, he decided to
take his therapists' advice and step outside of his comfort  zone, which didn'
t hold a lot of room.  After trying to decide over which of his shirts (that
all looked the  same) to wear, he decided to be on the safe side and wear the
dress shirt he  always wore to work.  He spent  another ten minutes debated
with himself in the mirror whether or not to walk  out the door.  "Okay Brian,
stop  shaking and relax.  Remember  something new, something…new."  Another
ten minutes of wiping the sweat from all the places that made him  nervous
(particularly his ass crack) and he was out the door.
Brian was standing in the corner watching everyone around him laugh,
converse, and play games.  Tipsy  women were hitting on him left and right but
quickly became annoyed when he  failed to step up and take control.  Brian wasn't
there for more than 10 minutes when he decided to leave. He  was moving to pick
up his jacket when through all the drunken eggnoggers was a a  dark figure.
The dark shape was  dressed all black, complimenting his smooth chocolate
complexion.  He was so stunned, Brian dropped his  jacket.  As knelt own to pick it
up  he looked back up and the figure was no where to be seen.  Feeling for
the jacket and surveying the  crowd, his hand found itself on a black boot.  He
slowly looked up at his catch only to  find that black machine standing over
him.  As Brian's eyes made their way up the tower of a man, he saw his Gucci
boots, black slacks that hugged a gigantic bulge, and what could only be
described as the pecs of Hercules covered in a black velvet turtleneck.  He stood
and nearly lost his breath  looking at the figure's chiseled face, beautiful
pink balloons for lips, and a  pair of blue eyes that could steal your soul.  "
Dropped your coat."
"Oh uh, tha..thank you.  I  didn't mean to stare."
"It's quite alright, I get that a lot."  Brian couldn't keep eye-contact so
he  started looking around.
"I see.  Um great party  eh?"  The figure said nothing.  He was eyeing his
prey like Dracula  looking for a fresh bite.  "No not  really.  This party
expired before  it began.  I'm Damien."  He extended his hand and Brian reached
to shake it.  Damien shook Brian's  hand while glaring into his eyes.  He
jerked Brian forward and held him close with one arm.  He whispered into Brian's
ear, "Let's go  have real party."  Brian tried to protest, but Damien  smelled
heavenly and his hot breath on Brian's ear sent chills down his  spine.  He
weakly closed his eyes  and opened quickly at the thought of others watching
him locked in tight hug  with another man.  He whispered back  trying to pull
back, "Listen…uh Damien I'm not â€""
"Going to let an opportunity like this pass you by."  Damien stuck out his
hot sticky tongue  and swirled it around his ear, sucking his lobe and leaving
a string of saliva  dripping.  "You've been waiting for  something new, and
this Christmas I have the perfect stocking stuffer."  His voice purred through
Brain's ear  sending vibrations through his entire body.  It was as if he had
been put under a  spell.  Brian nodded his head.  "Attaboy, let's go Brian."
"He wait I didn't tell you my-"  Damien jerked his arm dragging him out of
the party.  Without pressing the button, the  elevator opened and Damien threw
Brian up against the wall inside and probed his  mouth deep with his tongue.  "
Are  you ready for some real fun?"  Brian  was so nervous he was shaking.
Damien hit level six three times and the elevator plummeted.  Brian was afraid
something was wrong  with the elevator as he went further and further until it
passed the basement,  which was strange because the basement was supposed to
be the lowest level.  The elevator stopped and opened.  Brian thought he was
seeing things.  There was a club booming with loud music  and what looked like
hundreds of people dancing; some half naked, some  completely naked.  It was
dark with  red lights blinking everywhere.  Brian looked up and saw a smoky lit
up sign saying Club Nightmare.  Passing through crowd, he saw men  fucking
men, women fucking women fucking men and so on.  Brian had never seen two men
fuck before  and was getting really turned on.  Damien stopped, making Brian
stumble into his back.  He turned and ripped off Brian's  shirt..  "Dance with me!
" Damien  grabbed him and started grinding his giant cock against Brian's
swelling  member.  Brian felt like jello in  his arms.  He pulled his head close
 and licked his face from chin to forehead. "Now listen carefully, I'm here
to  give a chance to start over and experience things you never dreamed
possible."
"I don't know. I mean what is all this? I don't think-"
"NO don't think! Feel!"  He pulled Brian's ass into him and held  his lips.
 "Aren't you tired of the  same old routine: waking up alone, working in
your little cubicle, going home to  an empty apartment?  I can I give  you more!
All you have to do is  give yourself to me!"  Brian lifted  his head and
looked into Damien devilish eyes.  "Just let go!"  Brian pressed his wet lips
against  Damien and tackled his tongue.  Damien took his own finger, bit it and a
drop of blood spilled out.  He sucked his finger and placed it  behind Brian'
s back and placed it down the crack of his ass rubbing his blood  against Brian
's sweaty hole.  He  then placed that finger into Brian's mouth and Brian
sucked the blood and salty  sweat cocktail, and instantly his body felt hot like
his veins were on  fire.  "And now you're mouth and ass  belong to me…
forever."  Damien no  longer had to drag him around.  Brian was now completely
under his spell.  Damien led him through to the back of  the club where two black
muscle men in leather jockstraps opened the door for  their master.  Brian was
amazed to  see naked to some thirty white hot bubble but glistening men in
what looked like  an orgy pretzel.  The scent of dick,  ass, and male
testosterone filled the room and traveled into Brian's nostrils.  In unison the men
said, "Daaaaaammmmmien, have you come to play?"
"Out."  Disappointed, they  all retreated sizing Brian up and giggling as
they walked by  When the doors closed behind them,  Damien threw Brian on the
big round red velvet bed.  Damien snapped his fingers and the  lights dimmed and
"Poppin'" by Chris Brown played, although Brian could see no  speakers.
Damien slowly  stripped.  He turn around and slowly  bent over lowering his red
thong, from his big hard bubble butt.  Brian was surprised to see a slightly
pink hole.  He then crawled over to  Brian like a lion about to eat his prey.
He climbed on top of Brian and stood.  He slowly lowered his ass on top of
Brian face. Brian stuck out his tongue to lick it but Damien bounced up so as to
 tease Brian's tongue.  After teasing  him some more, he placed his rosebud
gently on Brian's lips.  Brian could smell the sweet must of  Damien's hole
and his cock sprang to life.  "Stick out your tongue and fuck my hole!"  Damien
commanded.  He bounced up and down and Brian could  feel the warm slippery
tightness of Damien cavity.  As he bounced, Damien reached forward  and ripped
off Brian's pants to expose his throbbing tool. He leaned over and  licked the
dripping precum off of Brian's head.  "Ahh!'  Brian moaned as the hotness of
his  breath tickled Damien's asshole.  "Keep sucking my butt!  I  didn't tell
you to stop!  He then  lifted Brian's legs to see Brian's tight little pussy
hole.  He popped his hand on Brian's cheeks and  rubbed it.  Brian was
startled.  `You like that?"
"Ow!  Yes."
"I can't hear you!"  Pop!
"Yes!'  Pop.  "YeS!"
"By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to stop!"  Brian's ass
was now bright red.  Damien spit on his pucker and it winked  at him.  He
mixed his spit with  Brian's ass sweat and dove his finger in his ass.  Brian
screamed.  Damien slammed his ass down on Brian's  face.  "Shut up!"  Damien's
sweaty butt was all pressed  against his face.  He plunged finger  after
finger until Brian was open enough to fit Damien's cock.  He sucked on Brian's ass
some more until  the hole had a bright red ring around it.  He swiped his
hand across it hard and fast like Brian was pig.  He flipped him over and stood
him on his  knees so he could slap Brian's face with his big monster.  Any fear
about that cock Brian would've  had was not present as he was totally devoted
to servicing Damien's cock.  Damien teased Brian's tongue with his  cock.  "
You want it?  No you don't."
"Yes please I want it!"
"Then open your mouth boy."
Damien smacked his dick on Brian's tongue.  Then he shoved his sausage down
his  throat and Brian chocked.  His eyes  bulged and globs if saliva dripped
from his mouth.  He only had in 7 inches, but Damien was  determined to get
every inch of his cock in there.  He pressed Brian's head down more and  more
until he was literally chocking and seconds away from passing out.  His nose was
pressed against Damien's  pubes.  Damien finally let him go as  Brian started
to black out.  Brian  gasped for air, and fought to get right back on his dick,
but Damien held him  back.
"Enough fucking around."  He grabbed a blood red condom from the  other side
of the bed and made Brian slide it on with his teeth.  Brian turned around
arching his back so  his pink booty stuck up in the air.  Damien slowly pushed
Brian's button until it opened.  As he popped in, Brian began to sweat  more on
his forehead and his ass, providing its own lubricant.  He started shaking
but refused to let  this cock get the best of him.  When  his ass was completely
rapped around Damien's meat, he started pushing back on  Damien's cock.
Damien grabbed his  black hair and pulled it as he fucked him like a cowboy.  "
Goddamnit!  Fuck me!  I'm yours!  Fuck this white pussy hole!"  Brian had no
control of the words coming  from his mouth. His ass was talking.  Damien
slapped his ass and grinded with his hands on his ass.  Faster, faster, faster
faster.  The sounds of his ass hitting Damien's  groin made slapping sounds. "Fuck
me…..AaAaAHhH!"  Damien started growling like a bear  pumping harder.  He
popped the ass  with his fist hard and fucked him now without his hands anchored
on Brian's  ass.  "Come on!  Get on that fucking dick!"  Damien pulled him
up and turned him  around so he could sit on his rod.  Damien glared into his
eyes as Brian rode his cock hard and his own cock  stood straight up rubbing
the ridges of Damien's 8 pack.  He started stuttering and held him close  like
Damien was his daddy.  He  rested his head on Damien's shoulder as Damien
pumped up in him.  Drooling on his shoulder, "Fuh..fuh.  Fuck me daddy!"  Damien
spanked him  as he held his ass cheeks.   Damien yelled in a low voice, "YOU
WANTED ME TO RELEASE YOU!  NOW IT'S TIME!"  His pumping speed increased double,
and  Brian sat back on his arms fully exposing his cock oozing.  The hard
fast pumping like a jackhammer  made Brian stutter as he yelled, "Fucking release
me!  Fuck me! Fucking releeeeeeease  meeee!"  He shot cum everywhere, his
chest, all over the bed, and Damien's abs.  Damien's eyes appeared to grow a
bright red, and pumping at impossible  speed, he shot hot boiling cum into Brian'
s ass.  He roared like a lion.  Brian kept screaming and cumming.  He fell
week, his knees buckled under  him and he passed out.
Brian awoke naked under his desk in his cubicle naked.  All his coworkers
were standing around  and his boss was in front of him.  "What the fuck is going
on here Brian?  I want you in my office in 5 minutes.  Get dressed!"  He threw
Brian his  clothes from the chair.  Trying to  make sense of his wild dream
and how he got there, he sat up with papers stuck  to hid dick and chest from
dried cum.  Sore, he sat up and saw a small Christmas stocking on his cubicle
wall.  He reached inside and pulled  out a dark chocolate candy cane and a red
condom filled with cum.  He immediately remembered  everything.  The condom
had steam  coming out of it, as it was still hot.  When he got dressed, he
walked passed giggles and stares without  care.  He entered his boss's office
without knocking, which he had never done before.  "Hey I didn't say come-"
"Shut up!  You listen here  you fat bald smelly little man!  I  quit.  I
serve a higher power  now!  Gone is the timid  self-conscious nerd you used to
push around.  He's dead!  Oh is that my file on your desk?  May I see?"  He
grabbed it and ripped it to pieces  laughing hysterically.  He opened  the door
and turned around.  "Oh  yeah, and Merry Christmas!"  He said  with a smile.
He slammed the door  shattering the glass.