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Story Recap
When we last saw Mike, he was strapped into a swing in the back room of Ed's bar. He was wearing the "Jack of Spades" bracelet that Ed gave him to signal his desire to serve big black cocks exclusively.
Before he strapped Mike into the sling, he asked to wear a tiny pink jock strap that had the word "bitch" written across the pouch. This would hide his cock from his gang of dominant tops. They didn't want to see Mike's little white cock, they just wanted to use his holes to bring themselves to orgasm.
Mike protested about the pink jock, but Ned gave him no choice. Mike was concerned about being strapped into the sling because it meant that he was relinquishing all control of his situation until he was untied.
When Brittany, the waitress arrived in the back room to deliver a fresh martini to Mike, he felt even more degraded. He was worried that his secret would get out and he would be humiliated in the community. Even worse, he could lose his job and his wife.
Mike had worked with Ed to provide free drinks to anyone interested in participating. Mike hoped this would generate interest. But the strategy worked way too well. Ned had sent the word out to local street gangs. As Mike lays tied in the sling, with Ned's 12 inch cock in his ass, he discovers that there are over 30 black men waiting to fuck him.
Britany arranges the 30 men into groups of 6. The men would wait in the bar until Brittany ushered them in through a separate door that led to the alley behind the bar. This way, regular patrons would not know that there was a white man being gang banged in the storeroom behind the bar.
As the first 6 men enter the storage room, Britany covers Mike's eyes with a pink blindfold. Mike is cast into darkness. He can hear the men shuffling about and talking about fucking him, but he can't see any of them. He's tied and totally helpless, about to be taken aggressively by at least 30 big black cocks.
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I had been in the sling for what seemed like eternity. I had no idea how long I had been there or how long my gang fuck would continue. The only way I could measure time was Brittany opening the door to let the next 6 men in. Each time the new men came in, there was a ruckus of men laughing and gawking at the white man strapped in a sling with no control over how he was fucked. The men knew they could do whatever they wanted with no limits.
Brittany had been in the room at least 4 times in my recollection. I assumed that she had stayed with her 6-at-a-time strategy. I was hopeful that I was nearing the end of the gang of 30 men who Ned had summoned to turn me into a white cum slut for big black cock.
I was barely lucid after the sexual beating my body had taken. I had swallowed an unnatural amount of black cum and I could feel the tightness on my face and body that let me know that I was almost completely covered in cum in various degrees of wetness. Some was fresh and some was completely dried. It seemed like there were layers of cum not just puddles.
Ned was still in the room holding court and directing the horde or black men into a well-organized fucking army.
Brittany Breaks the Rules and Films the Event
"Jeezus, Ned," I heard Brittany say, "These guys have really done a number on him. Even his hair is covered in cum. I've got to take some pictures. My friends will never believe this."
"No!" I bellowed, from under my blindfold, "No pictures!"
"Shut the fuck up, Bitch," the man by my head said as he shoved his cock back down my throat.
I heard Brittany's phone taking pictures and I was horrified. I hoped that with the blindfold on, my identity might be obscured, but I knew it was wishful thinking. I was horrified to consider what these pictures might reveal. I knew I was in a tiny pink jockstrap that said "Bitch" on it. I could feel my cock hanging out of it from all the men grabbing at my ass to pull me on and off their cocks.
I felt someone ripping the small strings on the jockstrap and pulling it off me, exposing my cock.
"There, that looks better," I head Ned say, "why don't you stroke him Brittany and make him hard before you take more pics. I want people to see how turned on he is being a cum slut while pulling a train of black men."
I felt Brittany's small hands start to work my meat, and my body responded, letting me down. I could feel my cock getting hard as she used the cum on my body as lube to make her hand slippery. I heard her well lubed hands making sloshing sounds as she stroked my cock into a raging hard on.
While she was jacking me to a full erection. The cadre of black gang members in the room didn't stop fucking me at either end.
"This is the obscenest thing I've ever seen," Brittany giggled, "You can see that man's cock making his throat bulge! I've never seen so much cum in my life."
"Why don't you take a movie, and get some close ups," Ned proposed, "We're never going to have a willing slut like this again. Ed really delivered on this one."
"NO!" I tried to yell, but my mouth was full of cock, so all I could do was whine and moan.
"Don't worry, Mr. Adams," Brittany said, "Nobody is going to see this but my friends."
I was horrified by what was happening. My desire for cock had taken me into the darkest situation of my life. I was being treated like an object; it was inhuman. Brittany continued to film while the current group of 6 men worked me over with their enormous phalluses.
"Hey, get this on film," I heard one of the men say, "Let's put two dicks in his ass!"
