All participants in this story are 18+.
"That's good, baby," Jamaal said. "It don't have to be so rough. Just do what we say and we'll all have a fine time."
I had some real doubts about that, but I didn't think I had much of a choice. Jamaal came up from behind me and, reaching around my waist, undid the button on my jeans and pulled my pants and underwear down.
Horrifically, I realized that my cock was rock hard, and it sprang up and slapped against the metal of the washer. What the fuck? I wondered. How was I so turned on when I was about to have my ass taken by two strangers in my basement?
"Look at that," the Boss said, smirking. "All you white men in the suburbs are the same. No matter how much you put up a front and protest, you get a little dark meat in your mouth and you're as hard as rocks."
The Boss was right. I was about to get fucked in my own basement and I had never been so hard in my life. My cock was throbbing and pre-cum was dripping down the front and onto the basement floor. I could feel the cool air in the basement on my exposed asshole and two hulking men were about to turn me into a meat puppet, but I was about to keel over from how horny I felt. The fact that these two men were laughing at me and jeering at me made my erection swell even more.
"Spread your ass open for us, bitch," the Boss demanded. No matter how turned on I was, I still hesitated; surely this was the ultimate humiliation, to facilitate my own defilement at the hands of two men I didn't even know? And in my own house?
My mind was made up for me, though, as Jamaal came up from behind me and, kneeling down, spread my cheeks open for me. For a second I stood there waiting; what would it be? A finger? Or would the Boss bury his cock in me without even loosening me up?