Push:  Chapter Two

Nicky Noxville

 

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The sound of the doorbell echoed through my mind over, and over, each repetition making my dick bounce as I sat tied up in my desk chair, my eyes glued to the black cock training video in front of me.

Jonas had invited a black guy over to fuck me!

I couldn’t believe my older stepbrother was doing this, but he seemed to be taking a perverse delight in sending me tumbling down the well.

And so was I.

I gasped as arms reached around me.  Arms covered with smooth, dark flesh.  Jonas’ black friend had arrived.  He reached down and pressed one hand against my chest, and the other against my abs.  He pressed himself against the back of my chair and I could feel his heat behind me.  I stared at the video, taking in the constant reinforcement of my need to worship black cock, and my head fell back to rest against his chest.

I was panting.

This was it.

I was about to please my first black cock, and once I pleased one black man, I knew word would spread.  Jonas had said that this guy’s little brother went to my school.  I wondered if I knew him.  His hands started to move, sliding firmly over my torso and abs.  I drew in a shuddering breath and my cock thrashed between my thighs, flopping around in unrestrained excitement.

“Do you know what a Jack of Spades is, faggot?” He asked in a deep, sexy voice, still rubbing my body and making me pant.  I did know.  I had seen those videos, they were my favorite.

“Yes, Sir!” I gasped, my head rocking back and forth against his solid chest.  He laughed, sliding his hands up to tug at my nipples.  “Ohhhhh, Siiiiiiiir,” I groaned, arching my back in the chair and pushing my head back against his chest even harder.  Finally, he let go of my nipples and grabbed my head on either side, moving it into position to keep watching my computer screen.

“Keep watching until I’m ready for you,” he instructed, and I locked my eyes on the images as he stepped away.  Once again, my vision was filled with white boys like me being used in the most humiliating and depraved ways by sexy black men.  I was so horny, so excited, and every image that crossed the screen was making it worse.

Black cocks cumming.

Black cocks sliding into white boys’ pussies.

“Jonas, your stepbrother is a Jack of Spades,” I heard my stepbrother’s friend tell him.

Slut.

Faggot.

Jack of Spades.

Worship black cock.

“I don’t even know what that means,” Jonas replied, his voice still full of amusement at what he was doing to me.

Black cocks squirting cum onto eager white faces.

Black cock is your god.

Eager white boys, like me, pressing their faces into black nuts and taking a deep breath.

“It means he’s a total bitch for black cocks,” the man said as I stared at the video, drool running from the corner of my mouth.

“I didn’t know it was called that,” Jonas said with interest in his voice.

“I’m not sure that you get it, man.  Your little bro isn’t just some faggot who likes black dick, he’s a fucking black cock worshiper.  Aren’t you, faggot?”

“Y-yes!” I answered automatically.  “Black cock is my God,” I added in a deep, worshipful tone.  I could hear the silence from Jonas, and the amused chuckle coming from his black friend.

“I’ve never seen a faggot so far gone before,” he finally mused.  “He’s completely addicted.  How long has he been doing this shit?”

“I’m not sure, but I’m guessing at least a few months.  I just caught him the other day.”

“So, faggot, you want to get a taste of some black dick?” He questioned me as I watched black cocks squirting cum all over white faces.

“Yes, Sir!” I cried out.  A hand met my shoulder and pushed, turning the chair until the video was out of my view.  Then I came face to face, for the first time, with a black cock.

Holy shit! Holy shit holy shit holy shit!

I stared at his cock, my mouth gaping.  It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.  Real black cocks were so much better than the video!

“You like that?” He asked, turning back and forth so that his rigid cock swung in the air.  My eyes flicked back and forth between his face and his cock a few times.

“Yesssssssss!” I hissed.  He reached down and started stroking it, and I stared, enraptured, watching his fist squish up and down his huge cock. “Do you want to suck this dick?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir!” I agreed.  I wanted to suck it more than anything.

“Do you want this dick in your pussy?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir!” I agreed again.  Getting fucked sounded even better than sucking it!

“You know, faggot, I don’t think I’m in the mood to let you have it,” he said.  I writhed in the chair, struggling against my bonds.

“Noooo, Siiir, please!” I begged.  He was stroking it so slowly, and my eyes carefully followed each movement up and down his swollen shaft.

I watched a bead of precum start to run down its length and let out a moan of desperation.  He laughed, and then leaned forward to swing his dick against my face with a wet slap.

“Huuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhh,” I groaned in pleasure at the contact.

“You a faggot?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir!  I’m a faggot!” I replied.

“You addicted to black cock?” He continued.

“Ohhh, yes, Sir!” I crooned.

“Yeah, I know, faggot.” He swung his hips to slap my other cheek.

“This is fucking hilarious,” Jonas quipped, still watching as his buddy teased me with his cock.

But I didn’t care that he was watching.

We could be in public, for all I cared.

All I wanted was that dick, that beautiful black dick that needed my worship.

I yearned for it.

“I could fuck you,” he said, pondering.  “I could pound that pussy of yours so hard that you won’t be able to walk straight for weeks,” he continued.  My cock burped up a gush of precum in response.  “But I think it would be more fun to tell my little bro about you and let him have your cherry.  You know my little bro.  Jackson, he’s on the wrestling team with you.

Jackson is his brother?

Fuck!

Jackson and I had been friends, at least until I’d gotten addicted to black cock.  Since then, I’ve barely been able to look him in the eye.  Some of our friends had asked me why I was mad at him, and I’d told them I wasn’t, but I was still avoiding him…

“J-Jackson’s your brother?” I squeaked.

“Yep.  How does that sound?  He can take your cherry tomorrow.  Shit, maybe he’ll do it in front of the rest of the team so everyone will know what you are.”

My mind filled with the faces of my teammates, each was plastered with a derisive sneer I’d never seen before.

But if they saw, if they knew…

I was shaking in the chair, wide eyed, staring at his erection as he gently stroked it’s substantial length.

“Uuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I finally moaned, deep, long, and completely devoid of any dignity.  I hadn’t seen Jackson with an erection, but now that I’d seen his big brother’s…  My mind filled in the gaps, and suddenly Jackson was tearing open the back of my singlet on the wrestling mats, everyone around us stopping their practice to gather around and watch as Jackson turned me out in front of all of them.

“Yeah, I knew you’d like that,” he said, his breath coming a little heavier now.  “Just think about what it’s going to be like,” he instructed.  I gasped as I watched a spurt of precum gush from his cock and drip down to the floor.

“Damn, bro, you’re pathetic,” Jonas said.

I’d forgotten he was there!

My cock gushed again as I remembered that my stepbrother was watching this; As I remembered that he was the one who had made this happen in the first place.

“Are you going to let him do whatever he wants to you, no matter who is watching?  Gonna be a good bitch?” He questioned, rocking his hips forward slightly so that his cock was closer to my face.

My eyes were close to crossing.

I could smell it.

“Yes, Sir!”

“Then I’ll give you a treat.  Open your mouth, faggot,” he panted, his strokes long, powerful, frantic.  His cock was swelling, throbbing, and I opened my mouth in delight.

“Holy shit!” Jonas said in glee.

“Here you go, faggot!” He cried out, and his massive cock blasted cum right into my open mouth.

It was the best thing I’d ever tasted in my entire life.  My tongue was lashing, and I was swallowing frantically, making humiliating grunting and slurping sounds without any concern for my dignity.

Who needs dignity when a black cock is blasting cum into your mouth?

“I’ll let you lick it clean,” he said generously after his orgasm came to an end, leaning a little closer.  I extended my tongue without hesitation and started to lap the last remnants of his cum from his cock.

It burned beneath my tongue, a velvet fire that solidified my desire to get as much black cock as I could possibly get.  After I’d gotten it all, he pulled back and stuffed his dick back into his pants.  I sat there in silence, panting, my mouth hanging open as I stared at his crotch.  He moved forward again, and I felt him tugging at the ropes that had tied me to the chair, freeing me.  Then he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over to my bed, throwing me onto the cushioned surface.  I landed on my back with gasp of delighted excitement at the treatment he was giving me.

Was he going to fuck me after all? I wondered, both excited by that prospect and disappointed that his little brother wouldn’t get to be the first to use my pussy.

“You can jack off all you want, faggot,” he said, grabbing my wrist and bringing my hand down to my cock.  I groaned and started to stroke myself as he and Jonas stood over me.  “But don’t you dare fucking cum,” he added.  “You need to hold onto it so that you can put on a better show tomorrow.  Just think about what it’s going to be like and make yourself feel good.

I moaned in surrender, my eyes rolling back into my head as I obeyed, working my shaft like a pro, bringing myself to the edge and then denying myself that final stroke.

And they kept watching.

I was getting close to the edge again and let go of my cock to keep from accidentally going too far.  My cock throbbed, rigid, and precum started to run from it in a stream.

“Yeah, get those balls nice and full,” Jonas’ friend encouraged me.  “Keep going all night.  You’re getting what you need tomorrow.

I was on my back on a bench in the locker room.  The guys were all standing around me, staring down at me like Jonas and his friend.  Jackson was moving between my legs and positioning his cock at my asshole.

I moaned and let go of my cock again.  As soon as the urge to cum had passed I gripped my shaft again and resumed my frantic masturbation as I kept imagining what it was going to be like when Jackson fucked me tomorrow.

“You know what they say, little bro,” Jonas said as I came down from the edge again, my hands gripping the sheets to keep from giving my cock that last stroke.  “Once you go black, you never go back.”

 

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