Jarred was heading home after having spoken with his girlfriend about her helping him to prepare for Darnell. They were to meet tomorrow morning and spend all day turning him out. She would start using toys and strap ons to loosen him up, show him how to deep throat, and tutor him in the art of pleasing superior black men and working on BBC like a proper whore.
When he was ready he would proposition his roommate and knock his socks off with his new skills. He definitely wanted to be broken in by Big D, but he wanted it on his terms. He knew that if he let Darnell break in him it would be savage and animalistic and he was scared of how that would go, so he was taking this alternative road instead, and he found the perfect girlfriend to help him.
When he got there Darnell was naked, although Jarred had asked him not to dress that way. To the burgeoning white boy bottom bitch it was just too much temptation for him to handle, and Darnell had agreed, but now it seems he had forgotten.
"Hey D, umm... watcha doing?"
Darnell has his own plans for Jarred, and unbeknownst to the young man they definitely didn't involve letting some little bitch break him in first. Since the night Jarred sucked D's cock in front of the girls, Darnell had been saving up his cum because he knew that Jarred was ready. He had a couple of white boys over and let them slurp and ride him for a while, then denied them his cum shot at the end, saving it for his new prized bottom bitch.
Jarred was going to be Darnell's trophy, the epitome of everything he had learning in being a Dominant top. He's going to use that white boy until Jarred was a whole different person. His policy is to only rape the willing, and Jarred had provided him with more than enough information for him to comfortably move forward. He isn't just going to turn out his friend, he's going to make sure he owns him completely. Jarred will be unrecognizable after Big D gets done with him.
"Just chillin', man. You?"
"No, I mean... you're naked," says Jarred with a bit of an attitude, "You know what I'm talking about, man. We spoke about this already."
Darnell flies towards his roommate and punches him in the gut. Someone that big and powerful shouldn't be able to move that quick. Jarred feels the air rush out of lungs, he hears that whoosh of breath out of mouth, and he hits the ground gripping his stomach and gasping for air.
Darnell lets him catch his breath and then says, "Jay, you my bitch now. You don't make the rules no more, man. Besides, you about to fall in love wit Big D," Darnell grabs the white boys wrist and drags Jarred into his room, kicking the door closed behind him with a hard slam and tossing the confused hurt white boy onto his bed like he weighs nothing, into his dojo, into Jared's future.
"Darnell, Jesus fucking Christ... I don't know what you think you're doin..." bam, Jarred catches a slap to the face that comes out of know where and he sees stars.
"Strip faggot, and if I have to ask you again, I'm taking you with no lube, you'll need stitches, man," Big D says as he goes over to his laptop, turns on some hip hop, and clicks some other stuff, "That what you want, white boy? Show up at the hospital with a torn asshole, all those nurses talking shit about the pretty faggot who got fucked so hard up his ass he's split in two?"
"Darnell, what the fuck, "Jarred's scared as shit now as his eyes start welling up with tears, this is not how it's supposed to happen, "you wouldn't hurt me that bad. I thought you liked me... we're best friends!!"
"You'll be thanking me soon enough. Now... if you aint naked soon I'm gonna fuck you to death white boy. You been teasing the big man too long, now let's do this shit... NOW!!" Darnell roars at Jarred shaking his superior cock at the new boy. His balls are boiling for the horrified Caucasian.
Jarred's shaking and crying. Darnell looks at him with no sympathy, and internally smiles as he see Jarred start to settle into his submissive bottom bitch role as he slips his shirt over his head, and unfastens his jeans, pulling them off.
Jarred is not only no less angelic than the day he met Big D, he's better now. His muscles are tighter yet bulkier; his ass is more pronounced and seems to shine in fading evening light. Every movement illustrated the hard work the new bitch puts in at the gym. That tight bod, those tight holes. Jarred's wearing a thong, bright blue, and goes to slip it off, "Nah, man, leave them panties on, we going to start with your mouf anyways."
Darnell moves over to the bed real quick and Jarred flinches, afraid of getting beat again, "Nah, babyboy, you don't need be scared no more, " Darnell caresses the white boys trembling jaw, runs his pointer finger over the plump lips, "You just be my bitch and I won't have to fuck you up. Got me?"
"Yes Sir," says the studly white man with a shaky voice.
Darnell gets on the bed and both men find themselves on the mattress facing one another standing on their knees, with Jarred slightly cowering and Darnell flexing and posturing himself to tower over him, "You know you gon have to do shit tonight you never thought you ever would, right?"
"Yes Sir."
"Mmmmm, and you know if you resist me you gon be punished hard, right?" Darnell is sadistic now, he licks his lips.
"Yes Sir."
"Good, now toss my salad, faggot. Get your face deep in there and play with my cock and balls while your eat my ass out," Darnell drops his menacing tone when he says this turns around and bends over in front of Jarred, pointing two massive mounds of chocolate muscle at the shocked young man.
