BLACK OWNED SISSY DOLL
BLACK OWNED SISSY DOLL
By Amy Pink
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Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and situations depicted in this story are entirely fictional and are not based on any real persons, living or dead. All characters are 18 years of age or older. All sexual acts described are between consenting adults.
This story contains explicit adult content and is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Chapter 1
The First Night
Jamie had been locked in chastity for four long months.
Four months of constant neediness, leaking, and gooning. Four months of watching BNWO hypno videos every single night of pale white boys like him being broken, feminized, and turned into eager cumdumps for superior Black men. The hypnos had completely rewired his brain. He couldn’t cum anymore without looking at Black cocks owning white girls and white bois. His small dick looked even smaller every time he took off the cage to clean up. His boi pussy twitched every time he saw a Black man in public.
Tonight, he finally snapped.
The 18-year-old pale redhead stood in front of his mirror, heart hammering. His entire body was freshly shaved smooth. The tight pink chastity cage kept his pathetic little clit locked and dripping. A thick black butt plug stretched his ass, making him feel sluttier with every step. He had dressed like the desperate slut he felt like inside: a tight cropped white t-shirt that showed his slim waist and flat tummy, and extremely short black athletic shorts that barely covered the bottom of his ass. His long red hair was brushed neatly, freckles standing out on his pale skin, and he’d put on just a touch of clear lip gloss.
He looked like a twink trying way too hard to get noticed.
The gay bar on the other side of town was well known. Jamie’s hands shook the entire drive there. When he finally walked in, the smell of sweat, alcohol, and cologne hit him hard. Several heads turned immediately. His pale skin, freckles, and nervous energy made him stand out. Fresh meat for the veteran dom men.
Marcus King noticed him within thirty seconds.
The tall, powerfully built Black man in his late 30s was sitting at the end of the bar. Comfortable in his usual place looking for a new toy. He watched the skinny redhead order a drink with dark, hungry eyes. Jamie was on his second drink when Marcus slid onto the stool next to him.
“You look like a nervous little rabbit. Such a cute little red head.” Marcus said, his deep voice rolling over Jamie like thunder. “First time somewhere like this?”
Jamie could barely speak. He nodded, cheeks burning.
Marcus bought him another drink. Then another. The alcohol mixed with the months of denial and hypno addiction made Jamie’s head spin. Before he knew it, Marcus had him in a dark corner, one large hand gripping the back of Jamie’s neck.
“You’re shaking,” Marcus murmured, leaning in close. “Scared?”
“…Yeah,” Jamie whispered.
Marcus’s grip tightened. “Good. You should be.”
Marcus’s hands roamed all over Jamie’s body. Squeezing his ass, pinching his nipples through his top. His hand cupped Jamie’s balls and gave them a squeeze, feeling the hard plastic chastity cage. “Damn little girl, in chastity too. I bet you are horny as hell.”
Jamie could only nod and moan as Marcus continued to grope him.
Twenty minutes later they were in Marcus’s car. The second the doors closed, Marcus grabbed Jamie by the hair and pulled his head down to his crotch. Jamie fumbled with the older man’s zipper, his hands shaking. He wasn’t skilled at all—he simply did as he was told, opening his mouth and taking the thick Black cock inside. Marcus drove with one hand on the wheel and the other firmly holding Jamie’s red hair, guiding his head up and down. “That’s it, good little cocksucker,” Marcus praised, his voice low and steady. “You’re a natural, aren’t you? Keep sucking just like that.”
Back at Marcus’s apartment, the mask came off completely.
The moment the door closed, Marcus slammed Jamie against the wall and slapped him hard across the face, once, twice, three times. Jamie’s pale cheek immediately turned bright red.
“Strip bitch, everything.”
Jamie’s hands trembled as he pulled off his clothes. When he was naked except for the pink cage and plug, Marcus laughed coldly and told Jamie to turn. He could see the base of the butt plug between Jamie’s ass cheeks.
“Look at this sorry sight. Locked up, plugged like a desperate whore, and still showing up at a bar looking for Black cock. You’re fucking disgusting.”
“How long you been in chastity boy?”
“Four months, Sir,” Jamie answered softly, voice trembling.
Marcus gave Jamie a hit of poppers before pushing him over the arm of the couch. He pulled the plug out roughly and replaced it with his thick, lubed cock in one savage thrust. Jamie cried out in pain as Marcus buried every inch balls-deep in a single brutal motion. The stretch was agonizing.
Marcus didn’t care.
He fucked Jamie hard, fast and rough. His powerful hips slammed into the skinny redhead’s ass with loud slapping sounds. He kept one hand around Jamie’s throat, the other slapping his pale ass and face repeatedly.
“You hate this, don’t you?” Marcus growled, pounding him deeper. “You hate how much your body is betraying you right now.”
Jamie was sobbing, tears running down his freckled cheeks. Part of him did hate it. The reality was terrifying. This wasn’t a video. This was a huge, dominant Black man destroying his asshole. But his body was responding in the most shameful way possible. His locked clit was leaking nonstop, and every brutal thrust against his prostate sent electric waves of pleasure through him.
Marcus laughed.
“Look at you. Crying like a little bitch but you love every minute of it.”
He fucked Jamie even harder, slamming into him. Marcus held the poppers under Jamie’s nose again, telling him to sniff. Jamie’s mind melted. The pain and pleasure blurred together until he was pushing back, taking that cock.
Marcus grabbed Jamie’s wrist and pulled him along to the bedroom. Pushed him down on the bed and put him on his back with his legs pushed up to his chest. Marcus held Jamie’s ankles in one large hand as he began fucking him hard.
After just a few minutes Jamie came harder than he had ever cum in his life. Cum spurting out of his caged cock, spurting all over his flat tummy.
A long, shaking, full-body orgasm ripped through him as Marcus kept fucking him. He sobbed and moaned like a schoolgirl.
Marcus grinned down at him.
“That’s it, you pathetic bitch. First real Black cock and you’re already cumming like a girl. This is what you were born for.”
Marcus kept fucking him, then pulled out and painted Jamie’s tear-streaked, freckled face with thick, heavy ropes of cum. Some landed in his open mouth. Jamie swallowed and licked his lips for more. Marcus scooped up the rest and fed it to him.
When it was over, Jamie lay there trembling, covered in sweat, and cum. His ass throbbed painfully. He felt used, violated, and completely ruined.
But the worst part was the tiny voice in the back of his head already whispering:
…I need more.
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