AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The series, "A Boi's awakening" is the experience of Boi, who at 18, leaves the white evangelical Christian community that traumatized him because of his peculiar nature. While traveling across the country, He meets other queer people that seduce, exploit, help, or abuse him but he manages to endure.
Content warning
: This story contains graphic sexual scenes between adults. Non-consensual/forced rough sex, public exposure and humiliation, race-play, racism/white guilt, and watersports or piss play. It is not for readers under 18 or those who are easily offended by pornography. If you are under 18, or if you are offended by pornography, please do not continue to read. if material of this nature is illegal in your area and you continue to read it, it is your responsibility. All characters are over the age of 18.
All rights reserved: All rights for this story remain the property of the author.
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Chapter Five.
After I had finished cleaning up from lunch, Daddy called me to the living room and indicated that I should sit again at his feet. He had changed clothes and was now wearing dark trousers and a golf shirt. I kneeled between his legs and looked up to him as he spoke.
"I have a collar for you. You must always wear it; it marks you as my property. You will wear the leash on occasion as well. I will use the leash to get your attention, or in public it serves as a visual reminder to others that you are my property. A willing cocksucker of black men. "
He slipped the zirconium studded dog collar around my neck and adjusted it to a loose fit. It looked feminine, like something a poodle would wear.
"The first lesson for becoming great cocksucker, is how to take piss. A good cocksucker jumps right on it and slurps it down without spilling a drop. That will take some practice." He stood and retrieved a tall glass from the end table, unzipped his fly and removed his flaccid cock. He pissed in the glass, filling it to the top with a head a foam. It looked like a beer.
"Now I want you to drink this. Take your time, but you need to drink it all. It's how much I will give you when I wake at night, but then you will take it right from my cock and you will need to gulp fast, and heaven help you if you get piss in my bed." He handed me the glass and I looked at it, horrified. It looked like at least a liter of piss. I took a tentative sip.
"Like I said, take your time, but drink it all. You will receive plenty of piss practice when I let you shower with me. I will piss on you, your face, your head, and you will get a chance to drink. But beginning tonight, when I wake up needing a piss, your gonna have to perform. Now let's see what you can do with the glass."
Wanting to impress him, I began drinking. I felt like gagging at first, but I just kept swallowing and it got easier. about 1/2 way thru, I did choke and almost vomit. I had to stop, and I looked at him apologetically. He returned an encouraging glance, so I resumed drinking, tilting the glass up and draining the last drops of piss. I then began licking the inside of the glass to get all the remaining drops, just to show him my eagerness.
"Good faggot, you have the makings of an excellent piss whore."
"Thank you, Daddy, your piss is quite tasty." I smiled in return.
"Go clean your teeth and gargle, lube your pussy too, then meet me in the bedroom. Make yourself nice and fresh for Daddy."
I nodded and hurried into the bathroom. Brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth with Listerine. I thought that Daddy, may not want to taste his own piss if he was going to kiss me. I found a large bottle of lube and an anal applicator. I filled the applicator twice and injected the lube deep into my rectum. It was so full that a little dripped out whenever I moved about. But I knew I would be taking his big cock later, and a well lubed ass will make things easier. I then applied some lipstick and perfume and headed to his room. He was naked lying on his bed. His cock was semi-rigid, and was at least 8, maybe 10 inches long. It lay heavily on his thigh, but it jumped as I approached the bed.
"Why are you here, white Boy?" he asked with a genuine look of concern on his face.
"I am here to serve you Daddy, to be your bitch."
"Don't tell me what I want to hear, I truly want to understand your decision to stay with me."
I pondered for a few moments before replying, "I am alone in a big city without resources or friends. I need protection. I know I am weak. I am a sissy, and I would be preyed upon by many. I want your protection. In return for that I am willing to be your slave. I also am a submissive and I truly derive pleasure from being dominated by black men and women." I watched him as I explained this and he appeared to be satisfied with my answer.