Author’s note: This is a side story to “Frat Boys Initiated to BBC, Chap 6” if you want to read the incepting event mentioned in the opening paragraph.
Officer Carter (Patrick)
As the van drove off down the side road, I stood in silence. What had I just done! I’m as straight as an arrow, yet I had gobbled down that young black punk’s rod. Forced a bit at first, sure, but eagerly by the time he was filling my mouth with cum. That cock scent was intoxicating, and they all had such big dicks! my mind was full of conflicting thoughts. Shame, disgust, envy, fear, desire. I had just done a major sin, with a blackie no less, and yet when I closed my eyes all I could see was those massive black rods, and how those white college boys had seemed overjoyed at being naked and serving those rods. It made no sense to me, yet I had willingly sucked, never pulling my gun on the assailant.
Booker, my larger black training officer, clapped me on the shoulder, shaking me out of my daze. “Well, rookie, looks like you learned an important lesson just now. I was planning on teaching you eventually, but you just got a crash course in the power of black cock. LOL”
“I don’t understand. Why did you do that to me?”
“I’m your training officer, and this was a training opportunity. Plus, I’ve been getting tired of your racist shit. Crackers like you think they’re hiding it, but it leaks out of you. Us darker officers all know how you think of us, those looks of disgust. You been needing to learn your place. Now that we got started, time to break you fully in.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’ll find out soon. And where’s your respect? I’m your superior as a cop, and as a man. You better start with the ‘sirs’ or I’ll really train you hard.”
I gulped. “Yes Sir.”
“Good boy. Now get in the cruiser. We’ve got dinner break and I’m about to feed you.”
We got into the cruiser, me in the passenger side, and started off along the highway. While he drove with one hand on the wheel, I saw Booker fumbling with his fly. Soon, out popped is cock. Wow! It was black as night. I just stared at, laying flaccid against his thigh.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Booker reached over with his big right hand, grabbed my neck, and pulled my head down to his crotch. I inhaled his scent, similarly musky and intoxicating like the guy in the van. “Come on, I know you know how to suck a cock, just saw you do it a few minutes ago, LOL.”
“I can’t, Sir. I don’t do that, not really.” I could here the pathetic whine in my voice.
“Like hell you can’t, ROOKIE! You are my probationary trainee. Get your mouth on that cock, NOW!” He squeezed my neck for emphasis. I had no choice. I tentatively kissed his mushroom head, then began to lick the shaft.
“I said SUCK it boy, not nuzzle it. Open up!” He squeezed my neck again, hard. I opened up and swallowed a few inches. That was all the opening he needed. He slammed the hardening dick further into my mouth. I gave in and started to race my tongue around the veiny pole, bobbing my head along with the rhythm of the road. Once he felt I was participating on my own, I felt his hand release my neck, hopefully back onto the wheel.
“Good boy. Service me proper, like a white boy should when a black cock is in his mouth.”
The position was awkward, but I did my best to give it my all. I let my mind float away and just attacked the fleshy pole in my mouth, mimicking porn I had seen. He grunted in approval, occasionally patting my head like a puppy in his lap.
“I got a big load to feed you, so get ready to swallow it all. You hear me?”
I replied with a garbled “Yes Sir” with the cock down my throat. That sent him over the edge; he shoved his cock in as far as he could and erupted load after load of spunk down my throat. I gobbled it all, not wanting his anger if I couldn’t. He must have shot six times at least. Eventually his cock softened, and I was allowed to rise up to a seated position again.
I rode in the side seat as Booker drove us somewhere. I wasn’t really paying attention, staring out the window but without focus, just thinking about what I had allowed him to do. No. What I had done, without real protest. Was he right? I didn’t think I was gay, but I couldn’t deny that I had enjoyed it a little bit, being used by the black men.
The patrol car came to a stop. I looked up to see we were in the poorer, blacker, part of town. We were stopped alongside a park, or what passed for one around here. Mostly dying grass and a few basketball courts. Groups of young black thugs were playing on them, in various stages of shorts, t-shirts, and bare chests, sweaty yet graceful, their ebony bodies glistening. My mind bounced around at the thoughts entering it.
“Stay here” Booker ordered as he exited the car, heading over to the courts.
“Yes Sir.” I replied.
Officer Booker
Well, this day was shaping up nicely, LOL. I had been thinking about breaking in young Patrick for a while now; all the darker officers had. Our force was 80% Black and Hispanic, and the few white officers were mostly older and knew to keep their thoughts buttoned up. The younger honky officers didn’t tend to last long, or they had already been broken in long ago. Carter was a transfer, off schedule, and so had thrown us off our game. We could just tell he was a racist prick, but that usually meant he unconsciously knew he was inferior to black men, secretly craving to be dominated and used. This was going to be fun.
I strolled over to the courts, scanning the crowd. I wasn’t looking for trouble right now, but I was two colors, black but also blue, and that I’m sure put all these men and boys a little on edge. I felt plenty of eyes on me as I walked up to a group of brothers that looked right; athletic, worldly, but not too hard-edged. One’s I could control.
“Evening fellas. Having a good game?”
“Yeah, we just out here practicing, not hurting nobody officer. No need to harass us.”
“Boy, you’ll get along better with the police if you don’t assume we’re out to hassle you always. I ain’t here for no trouble, I just need a little help from a few young brothers. I need you to help me teach my young partner a lesson.” I gestured towards the patrol car. “He’s a newbie cock-sucker, just discovered his place is on his knees, still fighting the thoughts that has brought up. I need to fully get him trained on BBC, and my fellow officers are busy right now.”
“Hold up! You saying you offering up your white boy there, punking him out?” One of the younger guys asked incredulously.
The older guy, the one I took for the leader of this little pack, just laughed. “What’s a matter Dirk? You mean you ain’t never had a white boy suck your cock? Shiit, when I was in school, we had them trained to drain us every day at lunch.” He and a few others laughed.
Another guy said, “That’s true, Falco, but that there is a po-po. They be dangerous.”
I put that fear to rest. “No need to worry boys, I’m giving permission, this one time, so the boy learns his place. After this he’ll know better respect for us. And I’m going to be keeping watch, so don’t cross me and we’ll be fine. OK?”
Falco nodded, “Yeah, we good. I ain’t passing up a chance to stick my dick in a white policeman. Just tell us where we need to be.”
I nodded back. “If memory serves, there is a restroom area over behind those trees. I’m going to take him there and get him ready. Then I’ll punk him out to you all for a bit. Come around in ten minutes or so. Just your group here, I don’t need everyone in the neighborhood. I want to hook him, not break him, LOL. That happens later, back at the station.”
“Sure thing, sure thing. We’ll be over in a few.” With that they went back to playing ball, and I walked back to the squad-car. I motioned for the rookie to get out.
Officer Carter
As Booker returned, he barked “Secure your piece and equipment in the trunk locker.” I opened the back and placed my gun and radio in the lockbox as instructed, then shut the back hood. I looked at him. “OK, Carter, let’s do a little foot patrol through the park.”
I followed Booker as he strode confidently into the park. I wasn’t sure what he had said to the ghetto thugs playing ball, but I guess it was about something else then the “event” from earlier. We walked around some trees and up to a restroom shed.
“In here.”
“I don’t need to go.”
Booker walked over and grabbed me by the ear. “Did I say ‘please’ or ‘if you need to go’, stupid cracker?” He pulled my ear up sharply, painfully. “I SAID, in here!” He shoved me towards the door of the shed. I opened it and walked inside. Surprisingly clean, but run-down.
“Alright, take your uniform off, I don’t want it getting dirty, and you are definitely about to get dirty.”
“But Sir, we are in public. What if someone comes in?”
Booker chuckled, then he grabbed my face by the chin and squeezed. “Several brothers ARE gonna be coming in; I’ve arranged a group feeding for you. This is special training. Now strip!” He threw me back against the wall.
My natural sense of following orders kicked in, and so I stripped off my uniform and folded neatly on top of the countertop.
“Underwear too. You should be naked whenever possible, so black men can use your body.” I stared at him for a moment, then reluctantly shucked my remaining clothing. Standing there only in my black socks, I felt vulnerable. Booker walked over, looked me in the eyes, and held my gaze as he pushed me down by the shoulders. I was on my knees in front of him, staring up at his white grin.
“OK boy, you know what you want. Open my fly and fish out the snake.”
Did I want this? No… but yes, I had to see that black cock again, just to prove I didn’t want to do what I had earlier. I reached up and undid Booker’s belt and zipper, freeing up the trousers for me to reach in and pull out his meat. It was long and girthy, and had two huge, wrinkly balls dangling below. Seeing it in all its glory, not trapped by his fly like in the car, it was fully erect and big as my head.
“Yeah, that’s right boy. You know you want it. Open up that pretty cracker mouth and start sucking.”
The scent hit me, that intoxicating aroma of manliness from earlier. I leaned forward to breath in. I couldn’t stop myself. I opened wide and swallowed as much of Booker’s cock as I could fit in my mouth.
“Yeah, that’s right. You white boys are all just a step away from serving black men, just got to have your realization. You gonna get plenty from now on.”
I was only half listening to his degrading of me, intent as I was on bobbing up and down on his cock. It was so thick I could only get it halfway in. I pulled off of it to regroup, and saw those balls. Without a thought, I went down and swallowed one of them, rolling it around against my tongue while my nose got a full load of that black musk that was driving me crazy. I went back and forth on his eggs, in absolute heaven.
“That ball-washing feels good. MmmmmHmmm, yessirre. Keep that up!”
I heard the restroom door open, but my head was buried in its task so couldn’t look over. I heard them though, their whistles and comments.
“Daaamn, he was truthing. Got the cracker po-po going to town on his nuts!”
“I told you guys; all black men have the power to turn out white boy sluts. They can’t say no to a BBC in their face, or up their snatch.”
“You right Falco.”
Booker pulled my mouth off his nuts and rotated my head so I could see the new arrivals. I recognized the six young black men he had been chatting to at the ball courts. They all looked like thugs I would roust in my normal cop existence. But now I was naked and, on my knees, and their virile sweaty bodies loomed over me. The scent of sweat and black-man musk filled the small room, increasing my desire to pleasure these men.
“Look at him. What is that pathetic little worm between his legs?”
“That right there is a white-boy cock. So small, their women have to come to us to get actual pleasure.”
“He’s hard as a rock, and its still tiny. Hell, I think my little brother Terry has a bigger cock, and he’s only eleven. LOL”
Booker spoke up. “Yeah, yeah, all true. But we ain’t got all day. I got yall here for a reason. Now whip em out and let’s train that throat.” The black guys all obliged, lowering their shorts to reveal an amazing array of BBC. Thin, thick, long, even one that looked photoshopped, it was so long it couldn’t be real.
The one in front pulled out of his shorts completely and swung his ebony rod side to side as he walked up to me, hypnotically. “I get first dibs on the po-po cracker. You want this BBC, Mr. po-lice-man? Huh?” He smacked my face several times with his cock, rubbing pre-cum across my cheek. “Suck my cock like a good slut.” He shoved his cock at my lips, and I opened my mouth to accept my fate.
“Yeah, that’s right. Mmmm, nothing prettier than a naked white man servicing my BBC.”
I ignored the black man above me and concentrated on sucking his juicy cock. I wasn’t getting out of here without doing the group, of that I was sure, so best to get it over with. And I was high on the musk of these men, so it was becoming more and more pleasurable with each cock I handled. I started to go down further, gagging myself on the dark meat.
“Fuuuck, po-po’s got skills. He tryin to take it all!” My current black sir was clearly enjoying the effort. My tongue was darting and weaving like a getaway car being chased, showing skills I didn’t know I had. They had come forward as I had accepted my role, in service to these black kings. I was rewarded with a loud “woop!” and a torrent of cum shooting down my throat.
“Damn! That was hot!” The king praised me as he wiped his cock across my face. “Dirk, you’re next. We’ll save Mar’s big meat till the end, LOL.”
Another black king, the youngest looking of them, stepped up and adjusted his shorts to his knees. I wasted no time, quickly gobbling his meat. He was eager for it, rubbing my crew cut head while I pleasured him. Suddenly he pulled out. “I wanna paint this bitch’s face. Aaaaaaaahhgghh!” I opened my mouth to catch what I could, but he shot ropes of cum, giving me a full facial. “Yeah bitch, you look good like that!” He used his cock to smear the jizz across my lips, feeding me the loads a little at a time.
I blew the next two kings like a good boy. Number five was naked except for his shoes by the time he stepped up.
“Hold up a sec,” Booker said. He grabbed my ass and pushed me up on all fours. My face was too low now, so number five squatted down and sat on his ass in front of me, his legs splayed to either side of me.
While I started to suck, I felt a strange coldness on my butthole, a liquid coolness, then Booker’s meaty fingers pushing it inside. I started to protest, but my current dick grabbed my ears and held my head on his cock while Booker worked me open. Soon, I felt Booker kneel and then a large something – His cock I imagined – was pushing at my virgin hole.
“Breath easy Rookie. Both your holes need to be able to pleasure black cocks. I’m just starting phase two training.”
My head was released and the one named Falco pushed a little bottle under my nose, told me to inhale. A rush came over me.
“This will help, but you need to get your own bottle cracker.”
I had no idea what it was, but I felt my ass loosen and Booker was able to shove mostly inside me.
“Ow, oh, man, that hurts.” I whimpered.
“Shut up and take it, rookie. It will start to feel good, soon as I hit that prostate. lol.”
With that he pulled out, squirted a bit more lube, and slammed his shaft fully into me. Number five had filled my mouth back up with cock, so I was taking it from both ends. As Booker predicted, the pounding soon gave way to pleasure, as my g-spot was rocked by his pistoning cock. The two men settled into a fierce rhythm, slamming me in a spitroast while the other young men watched and cheered. I lost all sense of time, just lived in the moment, a pair of holes for black men to use for their pleasure. My reward was the joy the cock was bringing to my ass, and the intoxication their musk brought to my mind.
Number five let loose a primal yell and began shooting loads down my throat. I gulped quickly so as not to lose any. The sounds sent Booker over the edge, and with a final deep thrust he unloaded his balls inside me.
“Well alright rookie, you’ve been bred by a black man, nice and deep. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sir, for training me so thoroughly.” I replied, my mouth sticky with jizz.
“LOL. Oh, your training will have lots more to come, don’t you worry. So far, you’ve just had average black men, only seven to ten inches, and you’ve taken them like a champ. But plenty of BBC is bigger, like that brother, Mars, was it?” He gestured over to the final black man, the one with the unreal cock that I was about to find out was very, very real.
“Yes sir, we call him Mars cause his dick is so big, he must be an alien.” The whole group laughed.
“Well come on over, Mars. I think my rookie here still has a gag reflex, and we can’t have that if he’s going to be of proper service.” Mars, walked towards me, his enormous cock flapping back and forth like an elephant’s trunk. Booker had pulled me back to my knees, and Mars stood in front of me. He was tall enough that he could straddle my head, his balls plopped on my scalp, and his dong cascading down my face, past my chin. I shuddered at the weapon about to be inflicted on me.
Booker squatted down and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look eye to eye. “OK Patrick, you’ve been a good boy so far. Now I need you to take that snake all the way down. Got to practice a bit, but I know you can take it all.”
“I don’t know sir, it’s awful long. My mouth isn’t that big!”
“I know, I know, that’s why you’ve got to train your throat. Learn to breath deep when he pulls up, and straighten your neckline so he can get down in it easily.” He rubbed my esophagus. “I want to see a bulge in here as he fills you out.”
“I got an idea. Hop up here on the counter cracker. Lay across the sinks, with your head hangin off the side. Perfect height for a throat fucking.”
Booker thought that was a good idea, so they all lifted me up and into position. Mars moved over to my waiting throat, started feeding me his tube-snake. Luckily, he was not girthy, just long. The inches kept coming, tickling my tonsils and causing me to gag a bit. He pulled out some, let me breathe, then fed it back in faster, getting deeper down my throat. Holding it there while I couldn’t breathe, then mercifully pulling out mostly, saliva covering my face, dripping on the floor. I gagged, over and over, but a little less each time. Finally, l I felt his nuts covering my nostrils, and his cock was parked down my throat.
“Damn, I ain't never had anyone take me all the way to my nuts. This here a perfect cocksleeve. I can feel his throat spasming, trying to force it out so he can breathe, LOL!”
“Excellent.”
I started wildly moving because I needed air. He held me there a bit more, then relented and pulled out again. “Only trouble is you actually have to let them breathe every so often. LOL” Booker chuckled.
“Well I need to nut, so get ready faggot. I’m done playing.” With that he quickly started going all the way down in my throat until I spasmed, then back out for a second, then back in fully. I learned his rhythm and when to breathe, and my throat was well and truly fucked. Meanwhile, I felt someone fingering my hole, playing with my spot, adding pleasure to the deep dicking my throat was experiencing. I was enjoying the experience, as I could feel my own dick leaking precum across my chest without any touching.
Mar’s pace picked up and I knew he was close. One final spasm of my throat muscles, and he shot directly into my stomach his full package of seed. Whoever was fingering me, hurried as well, and I had the most intense orgasm of my life, shooting my seed several feet in the air.
“Shiit, he shot everywhere!”
I heard Booker chuckle again. “That’s what I needed. He’ll be a full-service bitch for BBC from now on. Ain’t no pussy ever gonna give him that. Ain’t that right rookie?”
I croaked “Yes Sir” my throat raw.
“Damn straight. Now you all get on out of here. We got to get cleaned up and back on patrol. And fellas…”
“Yes sir?” the crowd replied.
Just remember; if you see this cracker naked, he wants to be of service. But if you see Officer Carter, a po-po in blue, you show him respect due the uniform, or I’ll be back to crack heads.”
“Yes sir!” the crowd replied, then hurried out.
Booker helped me down from the counter.
“You look good, boy. Took to the training like I knew you would. Now get cleaned up and back in the uniform. We need to get back on patrol, plus I need a doughnut. LOL. I’ll wait outside, make sure no one bothers you. But be quick about it.” He walked out the door.
I stared at myself in the mirror. I was covered in cum, mine and many black men. My throat was a wreck. Would I ever do something like that again? I wetted some napkins, cleaned my face and chest, and put back on my uniform.
Would I ever do something like that again? After that orgasm, you better believe I would!
