It started several weeks ago when on a business trip I posted “Hotel Door Open” and committed to be lying in wait, room darkened, ready to be used. It couldn’t have been hotter. David, a mid-50s black Adonis used me in the most powerful, yet protective way. We agreed for our next encounter we’d take it a step further—bondage/BDSM—which had been another fantasy of mine. Like before, I’d leave the door unlocked and be waiting nude and, this time, blindfolded. David arrived right on time, but had unexpectedly invited a guest, Brian, the bartender from the hotel bar, who was an experienced BDSM master. Together they took me beyond what I had imagined possible and the encounter, had it ended there, exceeded my wildest expectations. But the night took yet another unforeseen turn when Leon arrived. Leon was the hotel CEO and, like David, a highly successfully, muscled black man in his early 50s.
He and David spent the entire night using and abusing me with frequent BBC taunting, rough, unforgiving sex, and assertions of how unworthy I was of their superior black cocks. I hadn’t signed up for this but David had read me correctly: I fucking loved it.
Throughout that BBC night there was barely a moment when my holes weren’t stuffed with one, or both, of their cocks. My ass was stretched in ways I’d never experienced, and I learned quickly how to manage my gag reflex. As traumatic as it was, I was strangely honored to have provided these two Adonises such hedonistic pleasure.
The next morning as they prepared to leave, almost as rehearsed, Leon spoke: “Steve, you have proven yourself to be an acceptable white bitch; you learned quickly how to serve superior black men like David and me. In fact, we think you have more to offer. We are part of a group of five black men who use white men like you to satisfy our needs. Men who hunger for black cock; men who have come to realize that their life is incomplete without it. Whether you know it or not, you are one of those men. If you think you can serve the five of us, you’ll be back here one month from tonight. I will make the hotel penthouse available and we will expect you to go all night and into the following day. The penthouse door will be open and you will arrive promptly at 10PM. Push the door open and your instructions will be waiting for you. There is no need to commit now; we’ll be there either way. If you decide to come, you’ll see what will be waiting for you. If you choose not to, you will miss the opportunity to serve five virile men with massive black cocks. Do you understand?”
Shit, there was a lot to unpack here. First, I never saw the BBC twist coming; I had only signed up for an evening of bondage. But it had undeniably taken me to a level of sexual ecstasy I’d never imagined. And now they’re telling me I’m an “acceptable white bitch” and wanted more of me. They had a private cabal of black men whose sole reason for being was to use white boys like me for sex. I should’ve been horrified, but I was intrigued beyond words. It left me with no choice.
“I understand sir. I would be honored.”
“Good answer Steve”, David replied and ran his fingers through my hair affectionately, like I was his adolescent son. “It won’t be easy, but you can take it. I know you won’t disappoint.”
“I will try my best, sir”, I quietly responded.
And, with that, they got up and let themselves out without saying another word. There was nothing left to say; I’d be there or I wouldn’t.
What the fuck had I gotten myself into? I’m an early-40s, successful business executive who’s played it straight down the middle…until now. An occasional hookup here and there, but all 100% vanilla. I never had trouble getting guys because I’m good looking enough and work extraordinarily hard keeping my body in great shape. Two-hour intense workouts at least 6 days a week. I’ve been asked if I do supplements (i.e. steroids), and while the answer is no, I take immense satisfaction in my physique. As a result, my sex life has been pleasing, predictable and occasionally memorable. I like to aggressively top young guys, but secretly love bottoming more. I like to think of myself more as a top, but at the end of the day, there’s nothing like using your hole to drive a hot guy to orgasm. I was now about to experience that with an intensity I never could’ve imagined.
I put the date and time on my calendar—one month away—and scheduled another business trip that week making their date the last day of business. I’d take whatever they had in mind for me and return home the next day.
The month took forever as all I could do was imagine what was in store for me. My imagination worked overtime (and I imagined the worst), but I never considered backing out. Every fantasy David had fulfilled for me had been hotter than hell. First the anonymous door-open sex, then the BDSM session, and finally they unexpected BBC night when Leon joined us and took control. But five black men, each with massive cocks? Every time I though of it I got hard.
Finally, the night arrived. I had dutifully gone through the motions of my business week and stopped at the hotel bar before heading up to my room to get cleaned up. Not surprisingly Brian, the BDSM master from a month ago, was tending bar. When I ordered a double, he smirked, and said, “You’re gonna need it, stud. Those guys are legendary”.
“How’d you know”? I asked sheepishly.
“Leon shares everything. Next one’s on the house, by the way, compliments of Leon”.
As I was nursing my drink, he continued, “They’re gonna work you hard, dude. But they wouldn’t have invited you if they didn’t think you could take it. When you get back, lemme know how it went. I’ve never been invited to one of their gigs, but like I said, they have quite a reputation.”
I had no reply. My head was spinning. I actually ordered two more drinks and took them to my room. I seriously needed to calm my nerves. Since the “party” wasn’t scheduled to start until 10, I had plenty of time to clean up and made sure I was douched all the way up to my esophagus. God only knew how far up me they were going to reach, and with what.
I watched the clock tick slowly to 10PM and at 9:55 I took a deep breath and made my way to the elevator and up to the penthouse. There was only one door on that floor and I quietly pushed it open revealing a long hallway into what appeared to be the suite’s living room. I could hear a low rumble of voices and could sense the slight, but unmistakable smell of booze, cigars, and—what was the other—I think it might have been weed.
It was then I noticed my name on a brown envelope sitting on the side table. I picked it up and found a note, and two things that apparently were my apparel for the evening. The note read, “Welcome Steve, we’re pleased you came to service us. You should be mentally and emotionally prepared to be used like the white slut you are. Remove your clothes and place them on the table. Tonight you’ll be wearing only what you find in the envelope. Enter the room, eyes down, when you’re ready. We’re waiting for you.”
My two articles of clothing were pretty straight forward. The first was a very tight black elastic cock ring, the other was a leather collar with a leash attached. Those two items of “apparel” set the tone for the evening.
I could sense the voices quieting a bit so I’m sure they knew I’d arrived, but no one was in sight yet. I did as I was told and walked in, face down, to meet my fate. And for better or for worse, my cock was like granite. If there were any doubt about my commitment that night, my raging hard-on gave me away.
I arrived in what appeared to be a large room, but couldn’t see anyone as I continued to stare at the floor. I stood there for a moment and finally heard Leon’s booming voice, “Look up, boy. Over here.”
I raised my eyes from the floor as I turned to the sound of his voice. It was a sight that even my overactive imagination couldn’t have concocted. The room alone was unlike any hotel room I’ve ever seen—as big as a McMansion’s living room. But the impact was dwarfed by what was in front of my eyes. Five glistening black men, all nude, formed in a “V” with Leon at the apex. Each was rock hard as they seductively stroked their cocks and stared at me like I was their next meal. I’m sure my face conveyed I was a lamb being led to slaughter. I was. And I knew it.
“Walk over here and meet my men”, ordered Leon. As I approached them, they broke the “V” formation and circled around me, all the while continuing to stroke their cocks.
“Kneel” ordered Leon and as I immediately complied I found myself at eye level with the five most beautiful cocks I’d ever laid eyes on. As I knelt to accept my fate, I caught David’s eye. David, in both previous encounters, had been almost like my bodyguard assuring me that no harm would come to me. Tonight, he gave me a subtle nod to convey, “Don’t worry, I got your back”.
Once I was fully on my knees, Leon continued, “Satisfying these five cocks will be your only priority tonight, so allow me to introduce them.” He twisted my head to face his and David’s side-by-side cocks and said, “You remember these fine cocks I’m sure; they gave you a night of pleasure like you’d never experienced before”.
“Yes sir, they did” I said smiling. Hungry for them again, I boldly asked, “May I, sir?”
“Yes you may, bitch”, responded Leon. I took one cock in each hand and virtually lunged at them with my open mouth. I was horny beyond description and I knew these two cocks well. “Take that dick, bitch. Suck it like you mean it”, Leon moaned, followed by David’s gentle voice, “Don’t be shy, boy.” I licked, sucked and stroked them until Leon finally pulled me off.
Feeling the other cocks on my shoulders and slapping my cheeks, he twisted my head and put another near-perfect black cock in front of me. It was even thicker than Leon’s but not quite as long as David’s. It had a huge mushroom head and discernible veins that looked like they were working overtime. The cock appeared to be attached to a particularly muscular man of mid-height. “This is Marco” Leon continued, “Show Marco how hungry you are for his cock.” I took him into my mouth like I had the others and, damn did he taste good. “Get that dick good and wet, boy” a new voice said, presumably Marco’s. My mouth was watering from the previous two so I went down on Marco vigorously until Leon pulled me off him and directed me to cock #4. “This is Billy” Leon shared, “Say hello to Billy’s cock”. Billy was different from the others, quite a bit younger, with a swimmer’s build and a long, slender cock (uncut…the only one!) which quickly reached the back of my throat. “Fuck your mouth feels so good” he groaned as I worked on his cock, but Leon had one more introduction to make.
He turned me around 180 degrees and it became apparent he had kept the most impressive/intimidating for last. Directly in my face was a magnificent black cock that was what may have been the longest I’ve ever seen. But even more remarkably, it curved up like a ski jump, like a giant hook.
“Meet The King”, Leon announced, and I didn’t know if that was his last name or what they called his cock. Looking up at the massive height of the guy, it could’ve been either. Like David and Leon, he was in his 50’s, incredibly distinguished (even nude), and staggeringly impressive. “You’re going to being seeing a lot of The King tonight”, Leon said, “Show this man the respect he deserves”. I took that as my cue to take him in my mouth, and although I tried, I didn’t do very well. “Look at me when you suck my dick”, he ordered but his long cock curved in a way that it went the opposite direction of my throat, making it nearly impossible to make eye contact.
Leon pulled me off The King and the five of them immediately closed in around me, all vigorously stroking their own cocks. It was like a dream. Five, virile black men stroking their cocks, all just inches from my face, whose only intention was to use me like a slut for the next several hours.
I knew we were starting so I hungrily grabbed a random cock with each hand, started stroking and opened my mouth to swallow. Like I said, I was horny beyond words and just wanted cock. Black cock to be specific. And I didn’t care beyond that. I’d take it however they wanted to give it to me. “Taste good boy?…That’s what you wanted right?…All those dicks in your mouth”, said a voice that I couldn’t make out.
I had died and gone to BBC heaven. I moved from cock to cock like a starving animal, and they stoked my horniness with degrading language that went straight to my own cock and made it even harder. “Suck me like you mean it, white boy”, “I want to feel your throat, get it down there”, “Take my black cock you boy bitch”. I was being assaulted by cock. On my shoulders, slapping my face and torso, in my mouth and both of my hands. I could see out of my peripheral vision that they were getting into it above me too. Open mouthed kisses, their hands were grabbing each other’s cocks, and often, without warning, one of them would pull me by the hair off one cock and direct it to their own. I was openly (and unapologetically) slobbering saliva and snot. Occasionally, one would hold their cock down my throat and they’d hold my head so I couldn’t breathe. “Take it all down your throat” I’d hear. Frankly it was pretty scary, but they’d pull away just in time. From one cock, to another, to another. My knees were in pain and I began to wonder how long I could hang on.
Just then, one of them tugged the leash that was attached to my leather collar and pulled me up to my feet. I was grateful to get off my knees but fearful about what might come next. As I stood in the middle of them, they pressed into me rubbing their hard, hard cocks up and down my body, paying particular attention to my ass crack. Five pairs of hands caressed my body simultaneously…my nipples, torso, glutes, balls, and of course my raging hard cock. “Damn this is one sexy white boy” I heard. I was completely overwhelmed and overstimulated, and this was only the beginning.
“Get the white bitch on the table”, Leon ordered.
The circle of men which surrounded me shuffled over to a part of the room I hand’t yet seen, given I had been ordered to keep my eyes down. But it quickly became clear where we were headed. They lifted me to what felt like a comfortably padded massage table and laid me on my back with my ass conveniently hanging over the foot of the table. And the table appeared to be shorter than most as my head nearly hung off the head of the table. It was obvious where this was going.
Surprisingly, The King took charge immediately ordering Billy and David to grab my legs and pull them over my head adding, “I want full access to this bitch’s hole”. Right after that, he motioned to Marco and Leon, “Up there”, apparently directing them to stand at the head of the table. All four followed their leader’s instructions leaving me with my ass completely exposed, my legs pulled out in a “V” over my shoulders, with Marco and Leon slapping their wet swollen cocks on my face. I instinctively reached and found Billy’s and David’s cocks which I grabbed like handles and hung on. I was actively stroking two cocks, with two more slapping my face when I felt The King’s breath on my hole. “I’m sure you thought my cock was my most dangerous weapon”, he taunted me. “Wait until you feel my tongue.” What felt like a long wet snake then traversed my crack, taint and up my balls and cock, but quickly landed back in my hole. OMFG I thought to myself, this can’t be real.
It was. The King’s tongue was an instrument of pleasure/torture. “Feels good, doesn’t it white boy?”, The King whispered and followed it with a slap to my ass that I’ll never forget. “What a sweet white ass” he added, followed by another intense slap. The pain/pleasure was indescribable and my only response was to turn my head to suck in the closest cock to me and squeeze the two in my hands even harder. The cocks in my hands and mouth were now a source of comfort.
“Take that dick…yeah, you like it”, said Marco, whose cock I was swallowing. Meanwhile, Billy and David were making out above me groaning “Fuck yeah, baby” as I squeezed their cocks.
The King was really getting off now on my reaction to his tongue action. He pulled my cheeks apart to get it even deeper, sending me into orbit. I couldn’t help but to spit Marco’s cock out of my mouth and screamed, “Oh my fucking god. Fuck me King. Fuck me with your tongue”. The King had a way of using his tongue to penetrate me deeper than some cocks had, but he curled it inside my hole creating sensations I never knew existed. And he was relentless. In and out, back and forth, without stopping. I was bucking my hips, begging him to stop/never stop and intensifying my stroking of Marco’s and David’s cocks. Helplessly thrashing around, I found David’s cock now resting across my mouth and I hungrily swallowed it whole. “That’s my boy”, David purred. “Get it good and wet. You’ll be glad it’s good and wet.”
Cock in my mouth, cock in each hand, and a snake-like tongue invading my hole; I could’ve done that all night. But The King pulled out without warning and ordered Marco and Leon to pick up where he left off. He pointed David and Billy to the head of the table and climbed up on it, straddling me and leaned down to feed me the ass juices he had pulled out of me. His mouth nearly devoured my entire head and his tongue found places in the back of my throat that had never been touched before. He kissed me passionately (even romantically), but then got back to business. He moved closer to my head so now that giant, curved cock laid straight across my face, competing with Marco’s and David’s for attention. I had two black men devouring my hole and three black cocks assaulting my face. Could this get any better, I thought to myself.
“You like all this black dick, white boy.” Leon derided me.
I couldn’t answer because three black cocks were fighting to make my mouth their home. But I looked straight up at David, Billy and The King, and did my best to nod a defiant “Yes”.
To be continued...
