While he's dressed like a tranny school girl faggot slut and sucking my cock. If interested it will be held October 24th during the ufc fights no need to send pics. Currently looking for a hotel or air bnb will update this post when a place is booked. I'm planning on filming some of the action, so if you prefer to wear a mask while you load the bitch up that's fine.
I prefer you come in pump and dump than leave, I'm trying to send the whore home filled up and butt plugged with at least 20 loads.
I am 23, white, blonde, with glasses that needs to be diapered 24/7 as I live with my parents and need a career to cover up what I really want. To be in diapers shitting myself serving a master! I graduate from college in the early december area of this year. Please help this diaper faggot find a new home!
Jamal was hard in his jeans as he knocked on the apartment door, his mind awhirl with arousal and anticipation. Replaying in his mind the conversation he'd had on Grindr earlier that day with a white dom (who on the app used the nom de plum BOIMAKER) he'd been talking back and forth with for almost a week now:
Are you ready for tonight BOY? This white cock is hard and hungry for a black hole to fill!
Fuck yes Master, this boy can't wait to be your slave. I'm hard already. Hard and ready to obey. To be a slutty black slave, whose only thought is pleasing your master cock with whatever hole you desire,
Like a good boy should be. When I'm through turning you, molding you, nigger, you'll never want to be anything else. Just a slave. A slut. A hole.
The man followed this exchange up with a closeup cock pick. White, uncut, massive. Jamal's idea of heaven.
You'll just be my nigger hole. Good for nothing but getting this inside him.
The 26 year old black man could already feel the white cock inside him, using him, claiming him. The white stud debasing him. The dark skinned young professional had always been submissive in bed, but there was something about raceplay that really turned him on. Maybe it was the [banned word]. Maybe it was the hot white cocks. He'd always had a weakness for white men, particularly bears and cubs, he loved the feel of body hair on his smooth black skin. The give of their soft bodies that belied the muscles hidden underneath. The very thought of them dominating him, controlling him, owning him...
What had been a fantasy had over the years become his obsession. And as he waited in the silence following the knock announcing bis presence to his Master-to-be, a little voice whispered to him, Dark truths he could not quite yet accept.
Maybe it turns you on because you know it's more than mere fantasy, a quiet voice whispers from the corners of his subconscious.
Maybe it turns you on because you know where all black boys belong: serving at the feet of their white betters.
Because you know what all blacks truly are: beasts of burden, not meant to have wills of their own.
So when the door opened, and a thick young cub opened the door in a wifebeater and thigh hugging latex boxer-shorts, his arms thickly matted with curly black hair, Jamal nearly came on the spot. He could give his soul to this white stud.
"M-m-master!" The black man stammered, "I am here to serve."
The young man, no older than 20, eyed Jamal with a hungry sneer. His pursed pink lips and arrogant expression framed by closely cropped black stubble. He looked down at the 9 inch bulge straining Jamal's jeans.
"Look at you boy, even your cock leaps to a white man's bidding. We're gonna have fun tonight ."
"Take off your clothes."
In moments, Jamal was naked, hands awkwardly behind his back leaving his hard black cock jutting prominently from his muscular frame. Even between his massive thighs, balanced from behind by firm, dimpled ass cheeks, it was clear his endowment had few peers. The white man cast an appraising look over Jamal, gray eyes betraying nothing before he commanded him yet again.
"On your knees, you black faggot. I want you to crawl over to me."
Jamal eagerly sank to his knees, and crawled over to the center of the room where his Master stood. His eyes never left the massive bulge beneath the cub's hairy muscular stomach. The boxers left none of his foot long cock to the imagination. Its impressive length, and girth evident from how it strained against the material, some sort of latex or spandex like polymer. When he reached the man, the white man grabbed the back of Jamal's head and forced his nose into his crotch.
"Sniff my crotch. My powerful white cock. Good slaves should know what a real man smells like, so that they know they will always be boys."
The smell was pungent, overwhelming, it was pure masculine dominance. And Jamal felt lightheaded as he inhaled, he was too aroused to think. Every sniff chased the impulse to think furthger from his mind, every independent instinct. He did not need them anymore. He was where he belonged, on his knees. All he had to do was obey. This scent. His Master's potent white musk, was like a drug, a corrective rewriting his very DNA. When his Master pulled his face away from the bulge barely constrained in the Jamal's eyes were vacant, drool pooled at his mouth. Cock, was his only thought, I need that big white dick.
"You liked that didn't ya boy?" Jamal's new Master tilted his head up so that his gray, confident gaze consumed Jamal's own, the black boy's sense of self shrinking even more in the strength of that gaze. He felt himself dissipate in the forceful glare, his throbbing, black tool leaking uselessly in his shorts.
"Ye'essss Master, love your-yer cock. S-s-smelled gooooood."
"And that smell. Your master's smell made you feel good, didn't it boy?"
"Made you feel horny and slutty-"
"Made you wanna serve me, eh? Turn off your nigger brain and serve."
As the white man towering above him spoke, he stuck one, then two, then three fingers into Jamal's mouth, which the boy sucked instinctively. So in answer to the last question, he merely moaned. Black damp spot in the crotch of his jeans spreading.
The cub turned to the table behind him, and Jamal saw a pipe and a bag filled with translucent crystals.Though he'd never used it before, he recognized the telltale signs of meth immediately. For a moment, the euphoric haze cleared. He wanted to serve, to obey, to be used, but... hard drugs were dangerous, weren't they? Addictive. Life-ruining.
How far was he willing to go for a fantasy?
The white man loaded up the long, thin glass pipe with a few sizeable crystals, noticing as he did so the uncertain look in Jamal's eyes. He smiled, the cruel assertive certainty not leaving his gray eyes,
"What? Never traveled to the clouds, eh."
"I haven't done any master. I knew some friends who dabbled in college and, uh... it got out control."
Even as he spoke, Jamal picture himself taking the pipe from his master's hands and smoking it. The smell of Master's cock still in his nose. How hot would it be to debase himself like this? How slutty would he feel, submitting to white cock both inside and out, while in the throes of a powerful drug?
"I-I was always afraid of losing myself." He continued, blinking rapidly as beads of nervous, and anticipatory, sweat, beaded on his forehead.
"Well that's the idea boy," he handed Jamal the loaded pipe and a lighter, "Slaves have no control. Slaves have no self to lose."
The white cub grabbed Jamal by the back of the head and shoved his face into his armpit.
"Sniff boy, play with that black cock of yours while my scent empties your mind."
Jamal complied automatically, eagerly. The sweaty, mascinline aroma buffeted away every concern, thought and need, but...
Slack-jawed, Jamal barely hesitated as he took the pipe, melting the crystal with the lighter before putting it to his lips.
"Suck it deep. Deep and slow."
After twenty seconds of filling his lungs, Jamal exhaled a large cloud into the air. The remainder of his doubts exhaled with it. The boy sat back on his juicy black ass, grinning dumbly as his whole body buzzed. His mind was foggy. He felt good... detached from himself, but very aware of every sensation his body felt. He felt warm, electric, open...
"Good boy, feels good don't it? Getting high, and obeying me. Serving me. "
"Hit the pipe again nigger. Slower this time. Deeper."
The cloud billowed out of Jamal's mouth and nose seemingly in slow motion. The warmth spreading throughout him hit his crotch, and without thinking he began rubbing his own black faggot hardon.
"Every inch of your black body tingles doesn't it. At the thought of obeying me. Getting high for me. Being used for me."
"Take another hit boy. Deeper this time. Slower."
He hit it again. Exhaling an even more bilious and voluminous cloud into the air, the familiar tingle grew stronger. The detached sensation he felt was somehow compounded even further by drugs in his system meeting his Master's smell.
"Take another boy."
He did, and the warmth inside him began to tingle insistently around the ring of his ass. And also deep within his hole. As his glazed eyes fell on the bulge now a mere foot away. The tingle became an itch.
Jamal's vacant pupils were as wide as dinner plates as a billowing cloud of smoke exited his lips. He smiled as he felt that familiar feeling, the odd combo of intense focus and blissfull detachment. Every inch of his body tingled even more insistently as he felt his mind drift on clouds of meth and musk and lust. The itch in his black hole, his nigger hole, grew into a hunger.
As if sensing that hunger, his Master peeled the compression shorts off his massive, alabaster thighs and kicked them to the ground, and his pendulous cock hung swinging from his crotch, nestled in a dark thicket of pubes. He stood there, cock looming large in Jamal's tunneling vision. The man did not speak. He knew, with the amphetamine in Jamal's system, and the musk of a superior white cock in the boy's nose. He did not need to.
The nigger's own inner desires would do the work for him.