WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does not condone real-life racism or violent actions in any way.
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I crawled through the gate, with a tight leash around my neck and a giant black hunk at my side. There must have been nearly a hundred black men, women, and children here. Even more disturbing were the weapons that were laid around the compound everywhere. Hundreds of high capacity rifles and shotguns could be seen resting up against boxes all over this place. Many were in the hands of huge muscular black men who were rubbing them down and cleaning them. Huge machetes and knives, even a couple fragmentation grenades were strewn around this compound like it was nothing.
"What the fuck is he doing here?" I heard a feminine voice cry out. A woman stood up from her seat, dark as night and covered in tattered clothes. "That racist fuckhead is the reason we're living like this!" She lunged forward, pointing a finger directly at me. I couldn't help but notice her large bulbous breasts that were barely contained by her torn clothes. Thanks to the holes in her shirt, bits of her black breast meat were visible. I couldn't deny how incredibly attractive this large busty woman was. Her tits must have been nearly as big as my wife's, which is an impressive feat all by itself, and yet her dark black skin made them even sexier to me.
"Relax!" Brute said in a commanding voice. "Soon this honky will be working for us! We're gonna use his position and power to take over this city once and for all!" The beautiful young black girl smirked contently and sat back down. I looked around this makeshift warehouse and became amazed at the people here.
Huge shirtless men marched around exposing their unnaturally buff bodies. The women, too, were unbelievably blessed with their bodies. They had skinny and tight frames, but their asses and tits were large enough to get lost inside of. This compound felt more like a clubhouse for well-endowed people than it did a refugee camp. The more I looked around, the hornier I became. Huge hulky black men with ripped oiled chests, and big voluptuous black tits and asses that clapped with every step they took. I was amazed that our city even had a hundred black men and women that were this incredibly good looking.
Underneath all the sexual tension that I felt was sadness and pity. They scrapped together any food they could find and patched together any cloth into clothing. They tried to make the best out of a bad situation...a situation that I put them in. My fear mongering pushed the white population of this county into hating and despising those that are different. I helped promote racism and violence against these people that I was now staring at.
Before I could continue that train of thought, Brute yanked on my chain, as if to awaken me from my daze. He marched towards a well lit room at the back of the camp, as I crawled behind him obediently. I could tell this room was of great importance once I saw the two armed guards standing in front of the doorway. We paused for a second as Brute addressed the guards.
"I'm gonna break this one in for a bit. Don't let anyone disturb me until I'm done, got it?" He didn't even wait for a response as he walked through the doorway.
"Yes, sir!" The two guards said simultaneously, showing great respect for Brute. He slammed the door shut behind us and leaned down towards me. Instinctively, I recoiled and tensed up. I had no idea what he was going to do to me, but I figured that it would be violent. He grabbed the collar, unfastened it from my neck, and tossed it into the corner of the room.
"Don't be afraid, honky. Any aggression I show you will certainly be deserved and justified."
"Please, Brute...please don't hurt me. I've learned my lesson, I won't..." Before I could finish that sentence Brute leaned down and slammed his open palm against my face. A loud crack echoed through the room as my head was forced down towards the floor from the incredible force of his slap.
"I don't remember giving you permission to speak, faggot! You will treat me and the rest of the black race with the respect we deserve!" He yelled, grabbing a hold of his tight shirt. He yanked it off, exposing his incredibly muscular chest. His seemingly endless rippling abs made me feel a strange mix of arousal and inferiority. He tossed his shirt aside and reached down to his jeans. Surprisingly, this was the first time that I had eyed up his crotch and noticed his huge bulge. What looked like a big lump of meat, still contained by his jeans, stuck out about a few inches from his waist. Even though I was not gay...I couldn't help but imagine what the dick that caused that giant bulge actually looked like.
I knelt there silently as he proceeded to unbuckle his belt. He was about to toss it aside too, like the rest of his cloths, when he froze for a second. He turned back towards me and smiled, belt still in hand.
"I've got an idea..." He flung his belt outward, whipping me on my chest with the metal end. "Why don't you take my pants off, faggot?" I hesitated for a few seconds, scared and uncertain of what to do. He whipped me again, this time with even more aggression and force. "What's wrong, faggot? You too stupid to know how to take pants off? You better take these off, cracka! Unless you want my fist to be the thing whipping you next time!" I crawled forward a bit and knelt up, face to face with his huge throbbing bulge.
My curiosity got the better of me as I reached forward and grasped the zipper of his jeans and slowly pulled it down. The zipper suddenly fell down as the weight of his massive bulge pushed it with incredible force. Out sprung a huge black meat stick that nearly smacked me in the face before it fell down, limp against the outside of his jeans.
"Holy shit!" I yelled, as my jaw dropped with shock. His huge, dark, veiny shaft lay calmly against his jeans. I ran my eyes up and down this monstrous beast of a cock, trying to gauge its size. There must have been about 8 or 9 inches of soft black meat dangling right in front of my face.
