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Subject: The Captive pt. 1
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It was mid-summer and I had been out late after boating with my
friends. As I pulled up to my house I saw the light on in my living
room. This was strange. I usually leave the porch light on in order to
discourage thieves, but never the living room light. I must have rushed
out of the house in a greater hurry than I had thought.
I got worried as I approached the house and could see Bob, my neighbor
standing in the living room with his arms folded across his chest. The
door was unlocked. I pushed it open.
Bob had a "guest"; more like a "captive." Sitting in the living
room, tied to one of wooden kitchen chairs, was a young black man. He
was naked from the waist up. His skin was dark and smooth, and his
muscles were rounded and firm. He was leaning forward against the
ropes, breathing heavily.
Bob looked both proud and disturbed, "I'm glad you finally got
home. I caught this nigger breaking into your house a couple of hours
ago. He said he was only trying to steal enough to buy a new pair
sneakers and a playstation." Bob extended a bulky arm to lean against
my wall.
"I saw him moving around in the dark, but he left the door wide open.
I gave him a good workover, kinda tore some of his clothes off. When I
got bored, I tied him to that chair so you could decide what to do with
him."
Bob strutted over toward me like a hunter with a prize catch, "You
can call the cops or you can do whatever with him. I don't care. I
don't know anything and I didn't see anything, know what I mean?"
He gave me a wink.
I thanked him and told I him I owed him one.
He just shrugged and laughed. "Maybe you can buy me a beer next time
we go to the pub. I'm just glad you got home. I was about to take him
over to my place, but I didn't want to have to keep him all night."
Bob motioned with his head toward the young man tied to the chair,
"I'm just glad you didn't have to come home in the dark and find
a half-naked nigger tied to a chair in the middle of your living
room."
As Bob walked outside I yelled after him, "But what am I gonna do
with him?"
Bob just shot back, "It's your call."
He disappeared between the hedges.
I turned to look at my captive.
Bob had him tied tight. He wasn't going to get away. I wanted to keep
the cops out of this matter. The criminal justice system is so unfair
- it could ruin this boy's life. I had my own methods of
"correctional behavior" in mind.
The young man was beaten and out of breath. I could see it by the way
he was leaning forward. His young healthy black body was heaved heavily
after being worked over. He rolled his eyes at me. His thick wet black
lips jutted out. He was trying to catch his breath. He signaled
annoyance by rolling those bright white eyes that were set against his
dark face.
I had a prisoner. What was I to do with him? I got closer, leaned
forward and touched his lower lip, which was still jutting out. It was
wet and spongy.
I moved my hand down his smooth boyish face and caressed his silky
black chin. I ran my hand back up to his mouth. I thought it would be
too much of a shame to let this mouth go to waste. He probably uses it
to shout curses at other niggers in the streets of the ghetto. I
figured I could find better uses for it.
I unzipped my pants and felt my hard cock springing to life. It jumped
through the piss slit in my under shorts. It wanted to be free.
I grabbed the boy by his thick nappy black hair and lifted his head up.
His white eyes were wide, but he knew what to expect. He pressed his
lips tight, hoping to discourage me, but I put my other hand on his
lower jaw and gently forced his lips open.
I used one hand to hold him by his lower jaw and keep his lips open;
with the other hand clutched a fistful of thick nappy hair, holding his
head up. I gently slid my red throbbing cock into the boy's mouth.
His warm black lips surrounded my dick, but he did not protest. He only
choked a little, and swallowed.
Slowly...rhythmically, I rubbed my dick in and out of the moist "O"
that his lips made. He didn't suck, but he didn't try to stop me
from using his mouth like a pussy, either. He didn't try to stop from
putting his lips to work, massaging my stiff white cock. He knew what
his mouth was for.
I kept his head suspended by his thick nappy hair and kept rubbing my
hard cock on his moist boyish lips. It felt like the moon fucking
midnight. I pressed my dick all the way down the boy's throat until
he choked a little and gagged. I watched as my hairy white balls pushed
up against the boys black chin. He took it all. My wild pubes brushed
in the boys face, making him blink - making him breathe in pubic air.
Silently, his lips to massaged my cock. Quietly, except for the
slurping sounds, he took it all in. The pumping action of my hairy
white thighs slapped the boy's smooth black face over and over again.
I kept holding him up by his thick hair and moving his head around on
my thrusting white cock so that I could fuck his mouth from every
angle. He passively held his lips in a circle - slurping and smacking
involuntarily as he took my dick. All of it.
Every thrust I made forced his boyish body back and forth, back and
forth. He rocked in his chair as I kept thrusting in the nigger's
mouth. I changed motions and started thrusting upward, so that my dick
head hit his mouth's pallet. His entire head thrust upward, following
the new motion of my dick.
Then I fucked his mouth sideways, holding him by his nappy hair. I bore
in deep and watched as his wide white eyes disappeared and reappeared
under the plume of by bushy pubic hair. My dangling balls slapped
against his chin. My white cock stretched that niggers lips and made
them shine.
I had a sudden spasm, bursts of cum shot into his mouth. My dick
started pumping load after load of cum and I could feel the boy's
mouth and throat starting to fill up. I held his head tight against my
cock, his face buried in my pubes, so he couldn't move away. My dick
pumped more waves of cum into the boy's mouth. I heard him swallow
some of it, while the rest dribbled out of the sides and trickled down
his chin.
Even after I shot my load I didn't let up. My hard white cock
continued to pump away in the black boy's mouth. I couldn't stop.
My dick wouldn't let me stop. The boy's luscious black lips were
perfect for this action. They felt warm and spongy around my throbbing
dick. I heard him choke and gasp and swallow in order to breathe, only
to receive yet another load of fresh hot cum from the depths of my
body.
I pulled my dick out of his mouth and let go of his hair so that his
head dropped again. I held my softening dick and rubbed it in his thick
nappy hair, cleaning off the extra cum and saliva.
He was bent over now; still tied to the chair and naked from the waist
up. His smooth muscular body and silky black skin was leaning forward
in the chair. He leaned as far as the ropes would go. When he even
partially lifted his head, I saw his mouth and chin glistening with his
saliva and my cum.
I had a captive.