Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between men. Do not read if you are under 18 years of age. This story uses British English.
Please continue to support Nifty by donating here: https://donate.nifty.org/
Let me know what you think of this story, rate the story (on the new Nifty website). I always welcome feedback, comments and suggestions for other stories: bttm.collins87@gmail.com
It had been four months since Jason had returned from Nigeria, yet it felt like a lifetime. London, his hometown, which once felt familiar and safe, now seemed distant and cold, almost suffocating. The busy streets, the grey skies, the constant hum of city life -- it all seemed muted, devoid of colour and warmth. There was an ache deep inside him, one that hadn't existed before that business trip.
He missed Issac. More than he'd ever expected to.
The thought was strange. He wasn't supposed to miss him, not like this. It had been a one-time thing. A moment of weakness or maybe curiosity, an experience he couldn't quite explain. But it wasn't supposed to change him like this. Yet, it had.
His life in London had resumed with the same routine. Work, nights out with friends, and time spent with Ellie, his now ex-girlfriend. His relationship with Ellie had become a shadow of what it used to be. At first, he tried to ignore the growing distance between them, blaming the pressures and stresses of work. Sex wasn't the same too. It didn't have the same raw passion that he had experienced in Nigeria. He had started fingering his hole, but that didn't satisfy his urges either. And he knew Ellie wouldn't consider pegging. Deep down, he knew the truth: something had shifted inside him after his time with Mr. Olowe.
It wasn't just the physical experience - the heat of their bodies, the intensity of their night together - it was the way Issac had made him feel. Seen. Controlled. Desired in a way that was unlike anything he'd felt before. A shiver ran through Jason's body as he remembered how he had felt in Issac's office, every nerve alive with sensations he couldn't fully understand. He had been vulnerable, laid bare, both physically and emotionally. And somehow, in that vulnerability, he had found a sense of belonging. Submitting to the alpha man gave him purpose.
Now, sitting alone in his flat, Jason stared out of his window, watching the rain streak down the glass. London was washed in grey. He leaned back in his chair, lost in his thoughts, when his phone buzzed on the desk beside him. He sighed, momentarily breaking free from his haze of memories, and glanced at the screen. It was an email from his manager, Mark.
Jason opened the email and scanned the contents. Mark had pulled out of a last-minute business trip to Lagos, the same company he had visited just months ago - the same company where Issac Olowe worked.
Mark explained in the email that the company's senior partners were expecting an important presentation, and he needed a volunteer to take his place. He added that anyone who was familiar with the clients and the location would be a strong fit for the trip.
Jason's breath quickened. He couldn't believe what he was reading. The opportunity was practically being handed to him. Without hesitating, his fingers moved across the keyboard, crafting a response, eager to volunteer.
His heart raced as he thought about the possibility of seeing Issac again. What would he say? Would Issac even remember him? Or had that night been just another moment in the older man's life, insignificant in the grand scheme of things? Jason's mind spun with the possibilities. But underneath the nervousness, there was something else. Desire. Pure, unfiltered desire. He longed to submit himself once again, to feel Issac's strong hands on his skin, to be controlled, dominated, and taken in ways that made him feel vulnerable yet alive.
His phone buzzed again, pulling him back to reality. It was a response from Mark, confirming that Jason was officially taking his place. The trip would be in just a few days, and all the details were being arranged.
Jason's heart pounded in his chest, and a surge of anticipation ran through him. He tried to calm himself, to remind himself that this was just a work trip, that nothing more might happen. But the truth was, he didn't care. His thoughts were already racing ahead, filled with the idea of submitting once again to Issac's masculinity, of surrendering to the older man's power in ways he hadn't allowed himself to imagine since that night.
And this time, he wanted it more than ever.
The sun had set by the time Jason returned to his hotel room on Victoria Island, Lagos. He kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed, his heart heavy with disappointment. He had spent the entire day attending meetings, exchanging pleasantries with colleagues and clients, but there had been no sign of Issac. Every room he entered, he hoped to catch a glimpse of the man who had been haunting his thoughts for months.
Now, in the quiet of his hotel room, the weight of that longing settled over him. The excitement that had filled him since volunteering for the trip had slowly dissolved into frustration. Hours passed. Jason tried to distract himself, flicking through channels on the TV, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, but nothing could shake the dull ache of disappointment. He replayed the memories of that night in Issac's office over and over, each vivid detail stirring a mix of desire and frustration. He had come all this way, and yet, there was nothing.
Then, the hotel phone rang. He wasn't expecting a call, but nonetheless reached over to answer.
"Hello?" answered Jason.
"Hello, Mr. Clarke? Your guest has arrived and is coming up to your room to see you."
Jason sat up abruptly, his heart pounding. "A guest?" he echoed, the words barely leaving his lips. But before he could ask anything more, the line disconnected as the receptionist hung up.
A couple of minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
For a moment, Jason froze, his heart racing in his chest.
Another knock, firmer this time.
Jason approached the door, his hand trembling as he gripped the handle. He hesitated for a heartbeat, before opening the door.
Issac stood there, just as imposing as Jason remembered. The older man's broad frame filled the doorway, his dark, muscular body draped in a perfectly fitted suit. Jason's breath caught in his throat. Issac's presence dominated the space between them, his tall, towering figure casting a shadow over the smaller man.
"Mr Olowe..." Jason whispered, his voice barely audible.
Without a word, Issac stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The air seemed to thicken as he approached, his intense gaze locking onto Jason's. Up close, the difference between them was undeniable. Jason, with his lean, boyish frame and pale skin, looked almost fragile compared to Issac. The older man's thick muscles strained against his suit, his towering height making Jason feel impossibly small in comparison.
Jason was 21, fresh-faced and unsure, his red hair falling slightly over his forehead, his blue eyes wide with anticipation. Issac, in his late forties, exuded an effortless dominance, the years etched into his dark skin only enhancing the masculinity that radiated from him. His presence filled the room, with a heavy, palpable force.
Issac stood still for a moment, his eyes sweeping over Jason, as if silently assessing him. Jason felt a familiar heat rise in his chest, that same overwhelming sense of submission taking hold, just as it had that night in Issac's office. His heart hammered in his chest, his throat tight with a mix of fear and excitement.
"You didn't think I'd forgotten about you, did you boy?" Issac's deep, resonant voice broke the silence, the sound of it sending a shiver down Jason's spine.
Jason swallowed hard, unable to find words. He shook his head, feeling the power dynamic between them settle in like a weight on his shoulders. He was standing before a man who was everything he wasn't -- strong, powerful, confident.
Issac took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. Jason had to tilt his head back to meet his gaze, feeling the physical difference between them more keenly than ever. Jason admired the older man's broad chest, his shoulders thick with muscle, his skin dark and smooth under the dim hotel lighting. He towered over Jason, making him feel like nothing more than a boy in the presence of a dominant alpha male.
Issac stepped forward, unexpectedly reaching out as his large hand grabbed Jason's neck and forced him against the wall. His grasp was firm, and Jason's body reacted instinctively, a wave of heat rushing through him.
"Look at you," Issac murmured, his voice low and full of authority. "So eager. So... desperate." The older man's hand tightened slightly on the boy's neck, a subtle reminder of his control.
Jason gulped. The truth of it cut through him. He was desperate. Desperate to feel Issac's hands on him again, to give himself over completely to the man who made him feel both terrified and alive.
Issac walked into the room, pulling Jason with him. Releasing his grip on the boy, the older man moved with deliberate calm, his eyes never leaving Jason as he crossed the room and sat down on the sofa beside the bed. He leaned back, spreading his legs apart and resting his arms along the top of the sofa. His large frame radiated confidence and authority, the bulge in his tight suit trousers a symbol of his masculinity.
"Strip," Issac commanded in his deep authoritative voice.
Jason hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, but he couldn't resist the pull of Issac's words. There was no question, no room for argument. He wanted this -- wanted to submit to the older man's control once more, to feel that intoxicating mix of fear, vulnerability, and desire.
His fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, trembling slightly as he began to undo them one by one. The room was silent, save for the soft rustle of fabric as Jason slipped out of his clothes. He could feel Issac's eyes on him, tracking every movement, making his skin prickle with a strange mix of shame and excitement.
As Jason shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, his lean, pale torso was exposed to the cool air of the room. His body was slender, his muscles defined but not bulky, the frame of a young man just out of boyhood. He dropped the shirt to the floor, feeling Issac's gaze burning into him.
Issac remained silent, his dark eyes fixed on Jason with a hunger that made the younger man's pulse quicken. There was something predatory in the way the older man watched him, his eyes lingering over the smooth lines of Jason's chest, the soft curve of the boy's smooth body.
Jason swallowed hard, feeling a flush creep up his neck as he unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down his legs. He stepped out of them slowly, deliberately, trying to keep his hands from shaking. He was now standing in nothing but his tight white briefs, the fabric clinging to his slender hips and the curve of his thighs. The air felt heavier against his bare skin, exposed under Issac's scrutiny.
Issac's lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile as he let his eyes roam over the younger man's body down to his narrow waist, and then further still, pausing on the tight briefs that hugged Jason's hips. His gaze was heavy, lingering on the boyish curves and soft angles of Jason's frame. There was something about the way Jason stood there -- innocent, vulnerable, pure -- that sent a primal thrill through the older man.
"Good boy," Issac murmured, his deep voice rumbling through the room. There was a possessiveness in his tone, an acknowledgment that Jason was his to command, his to explore, his to own.
Jason felt his face flush. He stood there, almost frozen, his hands hanging awkwardly by his sides as Issac continued to survey him, drinking in every detail of his exposed body.
The way Issac looked at him -- it wasn't just lust, though that was there - it was something more, something deeper. Jason could feel it in the way Issac's eyes darkened with each passing second, the way his lips parted slightly, like a predator savouring the sight of its prey before moving in for the kill.
Issac's gaze returned to Jason's face, his expression calm but filled with intent. "Turn around," he ordered.
Jason did as he was told, slowly turning his back to Issac, feeling the older man's eyes now sweeping over his bare back, his narrow shoulders, and the curve of his ass framed in the white briefs. He stood there, utterly exposed, every inch of his skin tingling under Issac's piercing eyes.
Issac settled on Jason's ass, the curve of it perfectly framed by the white briefs that tightly clung to him. Jason's slender waist tapered down to his hips, which gave way to a full, round bubble butt. The sight was intoxicating -- the boy's youthful innocence enticing the older man. Issac's eyes darkened with desire, his breathing deepening as he took in every detail.
It was the way Jason's bubble butt stood out that made Issac's hunger grow fiercer, the way the fabric stretched taut over the soft curves. Issac bit his lip, suppressing a groan of lust. He could feel the heat rising in him, the primal urge to claim, to dominate, pulsing through his veins. The thought of what he intended to do to Jason made his chest tighten with anticipation. The boy was so fresh -- like something untouched, untainted -- and Issac could already imagine how he would ruin that purity, how he would take control of Jason and bend him completely to his will...again.
The older man's thoughts made his mouth dry with lust. He shifted in his seat, his eyes locked on the boy, biting back the primal need to rush things. Issac could see Jason's body trembling slightly, as if sensing what was to come. But there was no turning back. Not now.
"Come here boy," Issac demanded, his deep voice reverberating through Jason.
Jason hesitated for a brief moment before slowly stepping toward Issac. His legs felt unsteady beneath him, heart pounding in his chest as he obeyed the command. His body was trembling with a mixture of anticipation and fear, his pale skin flushed pink. The closer he got to Issac, the more overpowering the older man's presence felt.
Issac's dark eyes tracked his every movement, his gaze heavy with lust. As Jason stood in front of him, his lips curled into a slow, predatory smile.
"Climb on," Issac growled as he beckoned Jason with a simple flick of his fingers.
Jason swallowed hard before he slowly positioned himself on Issac's lap. With shaky hands, he straddled the older man, feeling the strength of Issac's thick, muscular thighs beneath him. He felt small as he lowered himself onto Issac's lap, Jason's slight, lean frame was dwarfed by Issac's towering presence. He barely seemed to take up any space in the older man's lap, his legs stretching across either side of Issac's broad thighs, his thin chest almost grazing Issac's much larger torso. He could feel the heat radiating from Issac's body, the contrast of their sizes only making him feel more vulnerable, more exposed.
Issac's large, rough hands began to slide up Jason's slender smooth thighs, the touch sending a shiver through Jason's body. His fingers were strong, sure of themselves, as they caressed the soft skin of the boy's legs. He traced slow, deliberate patterns along Jason's inner thighs, savouring the feel of the younger man's youthful, untouched skin. Jason couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped his lips at the sensation, his whole body responding to Issac's touch with an eagerness that made his chest tighten.
The Nigerian man's hands continued their slow exploration. He marvelled at the contrast between them -- the boy's pale soft skin, smooth beneath his fingers, while his manly dark hands were large and calloused. The way Jason fit so perfectly in his lap only fuelled the predatory hunger in him.
Issac's hands roamed higher, his fingers trailing up the sides of the boy's thighs until he reached the curve of Jason's pert ass, still barely concealed by the tight white briefs that hugged his skin. The older man's hands slid over the boy's hips, his fingers tracing the waistband of Jason's briefs before moving around to grab the white boy's butt. Issac squeezed Jason's ass firmly, possessively. As the older man's hands kneaded and caressed Jason's pert cheeks, he relished the way the boy squirmed in his lap. The fabric of Jason's briefs stretched ever tighter over his ass, accentuated every curve, and Issac couldn't resist squeezing harder, pulling Jason closer until their bodies were pressed flush against one another.
Jason's chest was now against Issac's. He was completely enveloped in Issac's embrace, his slender, boyish frame powerless against the overwhelming strength that held him in place. The smell of Issac's manly musk -- rich, dark, and masculine -- filled Jason's senses, making him dizzy with want. Making him ready to submit to this alpha male.
Issac's hands continued to roam, drifting up Jason's back, stroking the soft skin beneath his shoulder blades. Jason arched into the touch, his body instinctively responding to the older man's control, his breathing shallow as Issac explored every inch of him with slow, deliberate intent.
"You like this, don't you boy?" Issac's voice a low, rough whisper. His lips brushed against the younger man's ear, making Jason tremble in his lap. "Being here... submitting to me."
Jason nodded, his lips parting as he let out a soft whimper. He felt completely at the older man's mercy, and yet, he wanted nothing more than to be right here -- helpless, vulnerable, and utterly consumed by the Nigerian man's lust.
"Good," Issac rumbled, his voice filled with satisfaction as he savoured the feel of Jason's slender, youthful body in his hands. He wasn't just touching Jason, he was claiming him, piece by piece.
Issac's returned to grabbing Jason's ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled the younger man even closer. Jason could feel the tension building between them, the heat of Issac's body radiating through him, making his pulse race faster with each passing second.
Jason wanted to see more of this man, and so began to unbutton Issac's shirt, slowly revealing the dark muscular chest of the older Nigerian man. He helped Issac remove his shirt, and as Issac raised his arms the boy instinctively leaned into his armpit. As he nestled his face into the soft skin of the older man's armpit, Jason inhaled deeply. The scent was thick, earthy, and intoxicating -- a heady mix of the black man's natural musk, mingled with the faintest trace of soap and the raw edge of sweat. It was masculine, primal, stirring something deep within Jason. The scent enveloped him, as if he were breathing in the essence of the man beneath him.
Jason's eyelids fluttered closed as he lingered, savouring each breath. He could feel Issac's pulse beneath his skin, steady and reassuring, a reminder of the strength that lay beneath the surface.
With a quiet sigh, Jason parted his lips and let his tongue flick out, hesitantly at first, then more eagerly. His tongue met the warm skin, tasting the saltiness of the older man's sweat, the flavour rich and complex. It was almost overwhelming, tasting the raw, unfiltered essence of the Nigerian man. He licked again, this time more deliberately, letting his tongue trace the curve of the hollow. Each taste was an act of submission, an intimate gesture that gave voice to his unspoken need to belong to Issac.
The sensation of Issac's musk on his tongue sent a shiver through him, and Jason pressed himself deeper into the armpit, inhaling once more as he dragged his tongue slowly along the damp skin. Every breath, every lick felt like an acknowledgment of Issac's dominance, of Jason's surrender to his presence.
The older man's hand came to rest on the back of the boy's head, his thick manly fingers threading through the red hair, neither pushing nor pulling, just holding him there, accepting the offering of the white boy's submission.
"Good boy" Issac signed, enjoying the younger man worshipping his body. "Now suck my nipples."
Jason did as he was told, leaning down to suck the black nipples. His tongue circled slowly at first. Then he began to suck, his mouth wet and eager. He could feel the nipple grow even harder between his lips, could sense the older man's chest rise and fall beneath him, steady but with a hint of anticipation. Issac's hand found the back of Jason's neck, not forcing, but firm, a wordless reminder of who was in control. Jason moaned softly around Issac's nipple, sucking harder now, his tongue flicking over the peak, desperate to please.
"Mmm, that's nice boy," moaned Issac. Jason had felt Issac's bulge when he initially sat on his lap, but now he could feel the older man's cock awaken, pulsating as it hardened, growing to its full majesty.
Suddenly, Issac pushed Jason back, grunting as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. His couldn't resist his animalistic desire for the boy anymore. The older man whipped out his thick black cock, all 10 inches of the impressive African meat. He reached over to the side table where Jason had left a bottle of lube. Squirting onto his hand, he massaged the lube along the full length of the dark member. Jason sat back and watch in awe, his eyes fixated on the throbbing black dick, now glistening with eagerness.
Issac pulled Jason toward him. Reaching round, he grabbed the boy's ass, and without warning ripped a hole in his tight white briefs.
"What are you waiting for?" the older man snarled, "Sit on my dick boy".
Jason positioned himself, and with Issac spreading his cheeks open, slowly lowered himself onto the black cock. The thick cock pressed against his tight hole. It felt like an impassable barrier. Issac pushed against the boy's tight hole, as Jason strained to open, but with a forceful push, Issac's head finally penetrated the young pink pussy.
"Argh!" screamed Jason, the pain was intense as the head of the older man's dick punctured his hole. His ass continued to stretch open as Issac pushed his dick further inside. Grabbing the boy by his slender waist, Jason was forced further down. His prostestations ignored as the Nigerian man asserted himself. The anguish in Jason's eyes delighted the older man, but he didn't relent until the white boy had lowered himself fully, balls deep.
Jason was shaking, forgetting how big and brutal the Nigerian man was. How did he get fucked so hard and deep before? he thought to himself. The pain was too much, and when he thought he would have to pause, Issac started thrusting.
Jason cried out as the older man started to violate his tight young hole. Issac's hands almost reached around the white boy's slender waist, holding Jason firmly in place. Delivering strong hard thrusts, Jason's ass began to accommodate the thick black dick. His cries and whimpers slowly turned to moans as the pleasure of riding the older man took over. Issac noticed the boy's ass loosen up, allowing him to fuck the white boy harder and faster.
With Issac's strong hands gripping Jason's hips, he guided the boy with his commanding grasp up and down the full length of his thick black shaft. Jason had surrendered control to the older man, with every movement and thrust submitting himself further to the alpha male. His small body easily controlled by the bulk of the Nigerian man, using the boy like a toy to satisfy his primal urges.
As he rode Issac, the black man's powerful deep rumbling groans and his firm possessive grip added to Jason's pleasure, bouncing on the cock with an eager submissive fervour.
"Ahhh yes daddy" moaned Jason, intoxicated with lust, "make me yours sir".
Issac grabbed Jason tighter, forcing his dick deeper and harder into the boy. The white bitch impaled on the thick black cock now completely restrained as the older man used him.
"You're little boy pussy is so fucking tight. Feels so soft inside"
"Thank you sir. My hole is yours sir" Jason replied, his own erect dick straining against the tight fabric of his briefs.
"Take this off" demanded the older man. Jason raised himself off the black dick, quickly removing the briefs. Issac soon grabbed him, forcing the boy back firmly on his throbbing black meat.
Issac continued his assault on the boy, slamming his cock deep in and out of the young Englishman. The older man spanking Jason's now exposed ass, eliciting excited moans from the boy.
"Hold on boy" announced Issac as he suddenly stood up.
Jason gasped softly in surprise, his legs instinctively wrapping around Issac's thick torso as the older man stood to his full height, holding the young man with ease. Jason's body felt weightless in Issac's powerful arms, his slight frame like that of a toy compared to Issac's towering form.
With a fluid, confident motion, Issac carried Jason across the room, the boy remaining impaled on the older man's manhood. Jason's heart raced as he clung to Issac, realising that he was in total control, that he was Issac's to use with as he pleased. Just another white boy serving the needs of a alpha African man.
Issac pushed Jason up against the wall of the hotel room, his broad shoulders and strong arms bracing them both as he pressed the younger man's body firmly against the cool surface. Jason let out a soft gasp as his back met the wall, his senses overwhelmed by the combination of Issac's heat and the coolness behind him.
Issac's gaze was intense, his dark eyes filled with a hunger, both frightening and enticing Jason.
"You're mine now," Issac whispered, his voice deep and commanding as he lowered his head to brush his lips against Jason's neck, "My bitch. I own this ass. Understood?"
Jason shivered in response, his body arching into Issac's touch as the older man's hands roamed lower, cupping his ass and lifting him higher against the wall. The action was effortless for Issac, his strength making it clear just how much control he had over the boy.
Jason's legs tightened around Issac's waist as the older man began to fuck his boy pussy again. Their bodies pressed so tightly together that Jason could feel every inch of Issac's powerful manhood slide in and out of his young hole. Issac's hands grabbed his thighs tightly, pulling the boy closer, as his fingers dug into Jason's skin with a possessive urgency.
The white boy surrendered himself to the older black man, unable to do anything but ride the large African dick that was violating his young hole. His whimpers and cries only encouraged Issac on, thrusting his black rod further up inside Jason harder and deeper.
The hotel room seemed to blur around them as their connection deepened, their bodies moving together with an intensity that was both primal and intimate. Jason felt like he was floating, completely at the mercy of Issac's strength, his every sense overwhelmed by the feeling of the older man's body against his own. Jason knew that, in this moment, he was completely Issac's to control -- his body, his will, everything belonged to the older man.
Issac's grip tightened on Jason's ass, his strong hands holding him in place with ease as he adjusted their position, his large fingers digging into the younger man's skin as he claimed the boy, inch by inch. He held Jason as though the younger man were a mere object for his pleasure, lifting him higher, controlling every movement as he slammed the boy up and down on his 10 inch thick black cock.
"You were made for this boy" Issac whispered roughly, his voice thick with desire as his hips pressed Jason harder against the wall. "Just another white faggot serving a real man."
Jason's head spun, his entire body responding to Issac's words. The older man's raw power, his undeniable control, made Jason nothing more than a willing vessel for Issac's pleasure. Jason's lips parted as he tried to catch his breath, his eyes half-lidded as he let go of any remaining control he had, surrendering fully to Issac's dominance.
The Nigerian man's grip never faltered, keeping Jason exactly where he wanted him. Jason's body trembled in the older man's hold, but there was no escape -- he didn't want to escape. He needed this, needed to feel Issac's control, to know that the older man could do whatever he pleased with him.
Issac leaned in, his lips brushing against Jason's ear, his voice dark and commanding. "You exist to serve me, boy. Don't you forget that."
Jason moaned softly, his hands gripping Issac's broad shoulders tighter as his body pressed against the older man. He was completely Issac's -- there was no other way to describe it. He felt like a toy in the older man's hands, there to be used, to be dominated, to be owned. He nodded eagerly, his breath coming in short gasps as the older man's cock continued its assault.
Issac slammed Jason down hard stopping his fucking but keeping the full length of his thick black manhood inside the white boy. Jason cried out loudly. Issac held Jason in place as he carried the boy over to the bed. Climbing on, he lowered Jason down, ensuring his cock remained deep inside his boy. He moved Jason's legs over his shoulders, as he began to fuck the white boy again.
Despite his young hole being opened up, this was a new sensation. Issac was able to use his hips to really pound the young pussy hard. Stretching the boy to his limits and digging his long cock deeper and further than before. The older man grinned, knowing this was a perfect position to really drill deep into the boy's hole. And he really drilled Jason. Aggressively pounding the boy, Issac was determined to assert his authority over Jason. Ensuring the boy knew his place. To submit. To serve. To be used.
Jason was unsure he could take it, crying at the relentless assault on his young hole. He attempted to hold Issac back, his feeble arms trying in vain to halt the large manly mass looming over him. Jason's arms were quickly battered away. Instead Jason received a quick rebuke from the Nigeria man with a slap across his face.
Jason was shocked. His face stung with a sharp pain as he felt his cheek become rosy red.
"Please sir, I can't..." the young boy begged.
Whack was the reply from his master, as he delivered another slap across Jason's pretty face. "You serve me boy" boomed the older black man, angry to have been challenged.
"Sir... please... I..I.." cried Jason, tears streamed down his face as Issac continued to assert his dominance, pounding harder and harder. The older man's eyes widened with carnal lust seeing the boy writhe in pain - making him beg, making him scream. Jason felt as if he was being split in half. His boy pussy struggling against the thrusting black rod. Jason was really learning what it really meant to serve, learning he was just a plaything to be used. Learning his own feelings and pain ignored.
Jason continued to beg Issac to stop, crying desperately, but this only encouraged the Nigerian to fuck harder. The older man grabbed Jason's throat with both hands, lightly strangling the boy to shut him up. Jason could only lie there and take the pounding, choked by the large man's hands.
But staring at the handsome black face above him, the manly hold he had over him, and the African dick relentlessly penetrating him, made him realise this is exactly what he wanted. To be so utterly used and abused by this Nigerian alpha. To have his hole serving the big black dick was a privilege. Jason's cries slowly morphed into moans, panting with pleasure as he began to accept his role. Submitting to Issac. Giving in to the older man's needs.
Issac looked down at the boy, their eyes locked in a heated exchange, their bond cemented in the aggressive fucking. Issac grinned, then spat in Jason's mouth, stepping up his pounding, to fuck the boy ever harder and deeper. Jason readily swallowed Issac's spit, as the black man's large black balls smacked against his ass. The young Englishman now surrendering to his fate.
Issac spat again, coating the boy's pretty young face. Jason enjoyed the feeling of the man's spit dripping down his face, in another mark of being owned. Isaac could tell Jason was enjoying his drilling, loosening his grip around the boy's neck. Jason could speak, this time begging not to stop, but for more.
"Fuck me harder sir" Jason begged. "Use my hole sir. Make me your bitch."
The boy was craving Issac, wanting more, wanting his black cock so bad.
"Such a needy boy. A good boy. I'm going to coat the inside of this ass with my cum. Understood boy?"
"Yes sir! Breed me sir!" the boy consumed by carnal ecstasy induced by the thrusting of the Nigerian's monster black cock.
Issac then suddenly backed off, flipping Jason over. In one swift motion Jason was face down, with his white ass up in subservience. Grabbing the young Englishman's waist, the older black plunged his black rod back inside the boy to continue fucking. Issac grunted and heaved, as his fat balls slapped against Jason's pert white ass.
"Daddy's going to pump his load inside your hole, boy".
With his face down in the bed, Jason could only respond with muffled moans, the hard thrusting driving Jason insane. He could feel the older man's cock swelling inside him, ready to cum. Issac quickened his pace, digging deep, pounding out the boy. Issac was dripping with sweat onto Jason as his thick black cock beat Jason down.
"You're mine boy!" boomed Issac. "My white faggot bitch!"
Issac roared as he pumped the white boy with his seed. The Nigerian man claiming the young Englishman as his own as his nutt shot deep into Jason.
"This ass belongs to me" he shouted as he filled the young boy's pussy up with his thick creamy nutt.
Issac slowly hammered hard into Jason, shooting cum each time. He repeatedly drove into Jason with long hard strokes, ensuring every last drop from his large balls was released into the boy. After catching his breath, Issac pulled away, sliding his thick meat slowly out of Jason's ruined pussy. Stepping back, he sat down on the sofa, his eyes fixated on the boy's gapping hole. Proud of his work.
Jason collapsed into the bed, exhausted. He felt numb, drained and somehow hollow, especially without 10 inches of black cock buried deep inside him. As he lay there, cum oozed out of the young hole, dripping down his sore cheeks and pooling on the bed. He couldn't move, feeling utterly used and beaten down.
The silence in the room was suddenly broken as Issac picked up the hotel phone. What was he phoning reception? Jason thought to himself. Issac spoke something in Yoruba, the local Nigerian language. Issac laughed before hanging up the phone. Jason had no idea what was going on. He just continued to lay face down on the bed, trying to recover.
But then a few minutes later, Jason heard Issac get up, walk to the door and open it. He greeted a man, bringing him into the room before turning the lock of the door closed...