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Summary: After submitting to Issac in the hotel room, Jason is surprised to find Issac has invited a guest over. Jason is used again, continuing his journey of submission to the black alphas. As Jason had been visiting for a business trip, he decides to stay on and work for Issac. All characters are aged over 18.
This is the 3rd chapter is this series: https://new.nifty.org/stories/a-white-boys-submission-in-nigeria-30507/
Category Suggestions: Interracial, Gay Male, Authoritarian,
Author: Bttm Collins
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Chapter 3
Jason lay face down on the hotel bed, his body heavy and aching. His sore hole stingy with pain. Drained by the intense fuck from Mr Issac Olowe, all he could manage was to sink deeper into the softness of the mattress, too exhausted to move an inch. His eyes were shut tight, the faint noise of the hotel air conditioning buzzing in the background, but his mind couldn't seem to shut off, especially as Issac had opened the hotel room door to greet a man.
The lock of the door clicked closed. Jason heard the muffled greeting, Isaac's voice unmistakable, followed by the deep rumble of another man's. The rhythm of the conversation was foreign, a string of rapid words in Yoruba (the local Nigerian language) making Jason feel an uneasy tightness in his chest. He wanted to turn his head, to see who had entered the room, but his body refused to respond. All he could do was listen.
The laughter started - loud and unrestrained - as they moved into the room. Jason could hear the sound of clapping hands, slaps on backs, and the sudden rise in tone that made it seem like they were congratulating each other. The two men were definitely talking about him, Jason thought. He could sense it in the cadence of their words, in the way they chuckled, like there was something about him to be laughed at. His stomach churned. Why was this man here?
Jason lay still, his heart pounding in his chest as the laughter from Isaac and the man continued. The young Englishman lay completely naked, face down with his pert white ass and leaking hole exposed. He felt embarrassed, and felt a sense of humiliation as the two men were clearly directing their conversation at him. He couldn't quite place it, but the atmosphere felt different now, somehow charged in a way that made him uncomfortable. There was a sense of angst creeping through him, fear he couldn't shake. Made worse as soon as the two men stopped talking, shrouding the room in an uneasy quiet. The stillness filled the tense boy with dread and foreboding.
Jason heard the shuffle of footsteps, a soft, deliberate stepping closer to the bed. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. The sharp clink of a belt buckle snapped through the silence. Metal against metal. The sound, deliberate, measured, and unrelenting. Each movement - unfastening the latch, sliding the leather free - was accompanied by a faint scrape, the sound of its unmistakable release, heavy with intention. As the belt was pulled loose, the jangle of the buckle seemed to echo with an unsettling menacing resonance. There was a pause, weighted and tense, before the unmistakable sound of trousers being unzipped followed by the faint rustling of fabric slipping down. The movement strangely amplified in the oppressive stillness, as the clothes hit the floor in uneven piles.
"Remember boy, I own you." Issac's commanding tone cut through the silence as he sat himself back down on the hotel room sofa. "I determine how you are to be used. Now you will surrender to Mr Adeoye. Understood boy?"
The words hit Jason like a jolt of electricity. It was like the world around him had stopped, and all he could focus on was Isaac's command. Surrender. Jason had never been with another man, and had only been fucked twice before, the second time only that very evening. Jason's mind was a blur of confusion and conflicting emotions as he lay there, exhausted and vulnerable on the bed. His pale young body still hummed with the remnants of the pounding Mr Olowe had given him, every muscle aching in the aftermath. He wasn't sure he wanted this. He wanted to tell them to stop, wanting to shout out. But the words caught in his throat, and he felt himself held captive by the situation.
Climbing onto the bed, the stranger sat on the young boy's legs, quickly asserting his dominance. Jason's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't speak, couldn't protest. He was too tired, too stunned to react. With both hands, Mr Adeoye grabbed the white ass, squeezing hard and spreading the boy's cheeks to reveal the young pussy. He said something in Yoruba to Issac with a chuckle, probably making a reference to Jason's gaping hole or perhaps mocking the submissiveness of the white boy. Jason couldn't be sure, only that he had no control over what was happening.
Mr Adeoye leaned over, lowering himself down onto Jason. The mattress groaned beneath them as Jason felt the full force of the man's bulk settle on top of him. The oppressive weight pressed down against the young Englishman stealing the breath from his lungs and anchoring him in place. Engulfing the trembling boy in the stranger's large hulking frame, as Jason was encased in his overbearing shadow. The heat of Mr. Adeoye's body seeped through into Jason, a stifling warmth that felt more like a shackle than comfort.
The overpowering scent of the stranger - earthy and bitter, tinged with a strong masculine musk - wrapped itself around the boy. Jason squirmed, trying to shift, to inch away, but Mr. Adeoye's weight was immovable, trapping him in place.The man's breath, deep and measured, contrasted cruelly with Jason's erratic, shallow panting. It was suffocating. The black man's broad chest heaved with slow, measured breaths, each exhale, warm and humid against Jason's neck, raising goosebumps on his smooth pale skin. The air around them seemed to hum with tension, pressing in on Jason from all sides, until all he could feel was the weight - both physical and intangible - of the man who held him captive.
It was then that Jason felt the stranger's solid cock press itself against his ass. The solid member slid rhythmically between the boy's ass cheeks signalling its deviant intent. The sensation of the warm dick rubbing against him repulsed Jason. He felt violated, especially sensing the wet head oozing pre-cum unable to conceal its excitement. Mr Adeoye clearly enjoyed grinding his manhood against the smoothness of the youth; the boy's tender and soft skin stimulating the older man. Jason grew apprehensive, feeling the intimidating firmness of the shaft, incapable of disguising its debauched longing for the boy. Smearing his sweaty cock and balls the African marked his scent, claiming the young boy as his own. A clear indication of the stranger's dominance and Jason's passive position. The older man took a deep inhale of breath, savouring the boy's innocence whilst his mind raced with impure predation.
Mr Adeoye had become hard almost instantly the moment he walked into the room and witnessed the exposed young victim laying there. The opportunity to defile a white boy was a rarity in Nigeria, and - had Jason been able to see - he would have found the older man's eyes become instantly full of lust. The primal craving the reason he quickly unbuckled his belt and removed his clothes. The temptation of wanting to breed the white boy was hard to resist, the force of his impatience sending him wild with carnal greed.
Jason could feel the heat from the older man's manhood. The heavy breathing signalled the stranger's eagerness to have his way with the boy. The Nigerian was unable to resist temptation anymore. The pure young boy a sin he was willing to commit. He started to guide his cock towards Jason's hole. He pushed the pulsating head against the pink hole, grunting as he forced Jason open again. The Englishman cried out as the older man's dick burst into his young pussy. After penetrating the ring, Mr Adeoye found his 9 inch thick black meat slide smoothly deep into Jason, having been previously used and prepared by Issac. Assisted by the cum coating Jason's hole, the dark African dick drove into the boy. Mr Olowe looked on, watching the pair and slowly rubbing his shiny black meat.
"Good boy" Issac uttered, his deep voice penetrated Jason, adding to his feeling of submission.
Jason was still very new to taking dick. Issac had trained him well, but that didn't prevent Jason from crying out in pain as the older man's cock stretched him open. His hole had slightly contracted, therefore needing to adjust to a new cock and its unique shape. The Englishman cried out again as the full length of the black meat buried itself balls deep into his ass, as the stranger drove zealously as though the temptation had finally consumed him. Unable to contain himself anymore, Mr Adeoye started fucking Jason, with slow, hard deliberate thrusts. All restraint was abandoned in the flood of animalistic craving. He grunted into Jason's ear with each forceful assault, whispering something in an aggressive intimidating tone, making Jason tremble.
Jason, face down on the bed, began whimpering. He felt utterly violated. Being used against his will by some total stranger. He knew nothing about this man besides a name. No idea what he looked like or who he was. He had willingly submitted to Issac, his lust for the Nigerian alpha undeniable, but that didn't mean he wanted this. Was this rape? He thought to himself, as tears streamed down his pale face in utter humiliation. How did it come to this?
Mr Adeoye's hands were firm and sure, as they grabbed Jason's slender frame. There was no warmth to his touch, no affection, only the feeling of being used. The sensation of being wanted, but not for who he was, just for his body, just for his hole. Jason's body responded instinctively, his breath quickening as he surrendered to this new man, to the unfamiliar touch that claimed him. The feeling of being used by someone else, being shared, not having any control, all this should have disgusted him, but instead, he started to find it intoxicating. A part of him was terrified by it, but another part was thrilled. The boy was slowly learning what it meant to be a faggot.
Physically and mentally exhausted, Jason was powerless to fight back. He just lay there, immobile as the Nigerian rammed his cock repeatedly into the young pussy, caring little for how the boy felt. He was there to be used. Mr Adeoye didn't consider any pain he inflicted, instead Jason's writhing and whimpering only increased his hunger. He began to quicken the pace, his hips moving with rhythmic power as he drilled faster and harder into Jason. The thick black dick demonstrating its raw masculine strength, hammering Jason deeper into the mattress. Mr Adeoye knew he should slow down, that he should savor the moment, but the pull was too strong. The promise of breeding this white boy had been building for too long.
Repeatedly slamming hard, the slapping of the older man's bulk against Jason reverberated around the hotel room, along with the squelching of the boy's cum filled ass. Mr Adeoye's grunts and Mr Olowe's approving moans adding to the orchestra of submission. The older man put his arm around the boy's neck, locking him in place. Using his thighs to reposition himself, the black alpha spread Jason's legs wide, allowing him to drill further inside the young faggot. Sweat dripped from Mr Adeoye onto Jason as a result of the physical exertion. With his belly pressed against Jason, the boy could feel his assailant's sweaty moist body. Despite it being warm and sticky, and increasingly pungent, Jason loved the manly stench, the Nigerian's musk arousing him just as much as the big black cock ploughing his young pussy.
Jason was now moaning, fully embracing his submissive role. The realisation dawned on him that despite his initial fears, being exploited in this depraved way was what he craved. It was his duty to serve alpha men, to allow them to use his young pussy for their pleasure. To be used, bred and claimed like a bitch gave him purpose. It was a privilege that his white ass was chosen to satisfy their needs. An ass full of their seed would be his reward.
Jason attempted to lift his head to try and look round, but the older man pressed the boy's head into the pillow, holding him down while he continued to have his way with him. With his hands around the white boy's slender neck, the Nigerian rose up with his arms and legs stretched, his toes pointed and pressed firmly into the mattress. Jason had some relief as the older man's cock slid out of his pink hole. The robust African daddy now towered over his young bitch. He grinned as Jason instinctively bent over and raised his ass up. Issac wasn't lying when he said he'd found a true faggot, and such a pure young white boy too, Mr Adeoye thought to himself, admiring the slender curve of the boy's back. With his hands gripped tightly around Jason's neck, holding the upper body of the boy down on the bed, he showcased his strength, his masculinity. The black powerful arms flowed with sweat outlining his muscles. The man's skin gleamed, rich and dark like polished mahogany, every inch of it radiating warmth and raw, untamed power. His glistening body heaved as he took a temporary reprieve to gather breath.
The older man's grin widened, licking his lips as Jason reached round to grab his ass so as to spread his cheeks open. Exposing his hole to the alpha male, indicating a desire to be used, Jason's submission was complete. He knew his place, his position, his role. Serving the needs of black men. Being a toy for their sexual depravities. A hole made for superior African dick, suitably designed for the rough onslaughts thick black cock is renowned for. And Jason wanted it. He yearned to be balls deep in black dick, being drilled hard, made to feel like a bitch. His gaping hole directed at the older man throbbed in anticipation and need. Yearning to be used.
The black daddy not wanting to disappoint his eager boy lined his pulsating manhood up with the young pussy. The thick 9-inch dark meat loomed menacingly before quickly ploughing balls deep back into the boy. Jason screamed out, muffled by the bed. He bit into the sheets as the older man began pounding Jason again, dicking out his bitch. The boy's legs were shaking and quivering in response to the assault on his ass. He bit harder into the bedding, wincing and grimacing, knowing he must serve. Knowing he has to learn to take it like a true faggot.
"Arghhh!" Screamed Jason. He couldn't tell whether it was pain or pleasure, only that he must remain in position until the black man had finished with him. The longer the Nigerian violated his hole the more he enjoyed it. And the more he realised how much he could take.
Mr Adeoye repositioned himself on his knees, pulling Jason by the hips back onto his cock. Jason suddenly gasped as the Nigerian grabbed his hair and pulled Jason up onto all fours. His large manly hands encasing Jason's head, reminding the boy who was in charge. With the white bitch suitably positioned, Mr Adeoye held Jason by the hips, holding his boy in place. Jason naturally arched his back in response as the powerful alpha resumed his fucking. With a firm grip, the older man continued to drill hard, increasing his tempo as the boy moaned in response.
It was only now that Jason got his first look of the stranger from the mirror above the bed. The older man must be nearly twice his age, likely in his mid-50s. His body wasn't chiseled but it had a weight to it - a fullness, a solidness. His chest was broad, the muscles not defined but strong, with a slight sag that made him look comfortable in his body, as if strength came effortlessly to him. His stomach was soft but heavy, a sign of a life lived fully and confidently. His arms, thick and powerful, hung at his sides, each bicep heavy with weight, not the result of vanity but of sheer natural strength. Jason also saw himself.
He looked small in comparison to Mr Adeoye. Pathetic almost against the masculinity and ruggedness of the man tearing up his ass. The Nigerian looked everything the real man, in contrast to Jason who was in the natural position of a faggot - on all fours, back arched, his rosy face tearstained. The boy's white ass jiggled with the relentless assault, which every now and again would receive a sharp slap from the dominant man. Jason's ass became redder from the repeated spanking Mr Adeoye administered as he ploughed hard into the boy.
Staring into his own blue eyes Jason felt embarrassed and humiliated being treated not as a man, but as a toy and yet watching the black alpha pounding his ass he smiled. Only a true faggot would understand what the true pleasure of being penetrated by a thick black cock felt like. Jason pitied all those men who would never get to experience this sensation, but he took great pride in having the privilege of serving these alpha men. The privilege that his young ass had been chosen to fulfil their sexual needs and desires. The initial shame evaporated as he embraced his role as a bitch. Embraced being a faggot for black men.
Mr Adeoye glistened, dripping in sweat from the continuous rhythmic fucking. His large hands tightened their grip, almost reaching around the boy's waist as he found himself getting close to climax. He picked up the pace and drilled harder into the white boy, his large balls slapping noisily against his Jason.
Issac had moved from the sofa to stand at the edge of the bed. Mr Adeoye roughly moved Jason to face his master. With a hint of disdain, Issac looked down at the white boy bent over. Jason looked up at the towering adonis. His muscular thighs drew his gaze further up to the majestic African meat. The black manhood throbbed in Isaac's hand. The Nigerian alpha slowly caressed the full length of his dick, from the shiny bulbous head, down to meet his large round balls. Jason was hypnotised by this perfection of masculinity hanging above him. Becoming more entranced by the demonstration of the raw power of black dick by the other black man roughly drilling his hole.
Isaac grabbed Jason's face, squeezing the boy to force his mouth open. Holding him firm, Isaac spat on Jason, spraying his face with spit. Jason eagerly swallowed any that landed in his mouth. As Issac let go of Jason, he suddenly slapped the boy's face in another act of dominance. Jason appreciated the reinforcement of the dynamic between them. Then without warning, the Nigerian shoved his thick black dick down the white boy's throat. Holding the back of Jason's head, Issac began fucking the young faggot's mouth.
Jason couldn't believe what was happening. It felt like living a fantasy he never knew he wanted. The complete submission to these two men, being treated and used as nothing more than a sex toy, would have repulsed him only a few months ago. But now he couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be. Isaac's cock was beautiful. So long and thick, the dark meat's taste was intoxicating. Isaac's hips gyrated as he fucked his mouth. The red lips of the white youth spread around the thick shaft, his mouth treated as nothing more than another pussy, another hole to be used. This was heaven, and yet Jason had the additional pleasure of his ass being repeatedly rammed hard by the other Nigerian man. This older man had a nice thick dick too, and Jason enjoyed the new cock stretching his young pussy open. The stranger's firm hold on his slender waist demonstrated his strength and power, holding him firm like a fleshlight so the boy's hole could serve the older man's sinful desires. Spit roasted by these two Nigerians, Jason had debassed himself further. But it would be impossible, if not deeply insulting, to deny such carnal lust, the needs of these men take priority over his own.
Jason struggled with Isaac's large dick, gagging and choking as his young mouth was fucked. With his jaw aching and tears streaming down his rosy cheeks, Jason found sudden relief as Issac pulled his cock out. Gasping for air, salvia drooled from his mouth and from the wet black member hovering in front of his face. Issac grabbed Jason's face again, the boy this time instinctively opening his mouth. Issac looked down at Jason, his eyes full of disgust and aggression as he jerked his cock rapidly. Jason stuck his tongue out in anticipation, not waiting long before Issac roared as he shot his load. Large dollops of creamy white cum landed on the young boy's innocent face. Issac shot several times, dropping thick loads into Jason's waiting mouth. The Englishman swallowed the tasty treat, and was rewarded with more as Issac rubbed his cock over the boy's face to collect more cum for Jason to clean off his dick.
Also at the same time, Mr Adeoye pulled his dick out. Grunting, he jerked his alpha dick, as his large bulk spasmed as he approached climax. The older man cried out as he shot his cum at Jason's ass. His creamy nutt pooled in the boy's ruined hole, the gaping hole a perfect target. As the cum began to run down Jason's crack, the older man rubbed his cock between the ass cheeks, collecting his precious seed before shoving his black cock back into the boy's ass, pushing his cum deep inside. With short hard thrusts he squeezed any last remaining cum from his throbbing black dick, coating the insides of the young faggot's ass. Panting heavily as he finished his use of Jason.
Mr Olowe and Mr Adeoye stepped back from their toy. Jason immediately collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted, his ruined hole even more sore, his jaw aching. He rolled onto his back, immobile, watching Mr Adeoye quickly dress himself. Issac and his friend were talking in Yoruba, ending their conversation with a handshake.
Mr Adeoye put his suit jacket back on and straightened his tie, looking very handsome and important in his business attire. He gathered his things, but before leaving he approached Jason. The boy looked directly into the older Nigerian man's eyes, trying to detect any affection between them. Hoping more than anything to find a connection. However, without warning Mr Adeoye grabbed Jason's throat pulling the boy up towards him, and then with a final act of dominance spat across the boy's pretty young face. Releasing Jason, who fell back onto the bed, Mr Adeoye turned and joked with Issac before exiting the hotel room.
"You've made me a lot of money today" Issac announced. "I can see you helping me secure a number of business deals in the future".
That's what this was about? Business? Jason thought. Issac had offered Jason's ass to get a business investment agreed. Mr Adeoye had negotiated hard, but Issac knew his weakness; a young white ass. It was all that was needed to get the deal signed.
Issac climbed onto the bed, lying next to Jason. He gently draped his arm over the boy's shoulders, the older man's touch tender yet protective like a fatherly embrace. His free hand roamed up Jason's smooth thighs. Gently stroking his slender frame, moving tenderly up his youthful body, grazing his pink nipples and ending gently caressing the boy's slim neck.
"You've been a good boy this evening" Issac whispered, his voice soft yet powerful in Jason's ear. "A very good boy. You've pleased me".
"Thank you sir" replied Jason, barely managing to get his words out, still reeling from the ordeal.
Isaac's large hand slid back down the boy's smooth pale body, past his erect dick and down around his ass.
"Mr Adeoye certainly enjoyed using this faggot boy pussy" the older man sneered, as his hand cupped Jason's ass massaging the well-used pink rim, "but remember boy, this belongs to me"
Mr Olowe quickly inserted two fingers into Jason's wet hole, making the boy gasp as the Nigerian took no mercy. Barely recovering from Mr Adeoye's assault, Jason was now being fingered by Issac. He had thought it was over, that he could get relief, but Issac had other ideas. Jason squirmed as the older man pulled the boy further into his embrace, holding the boy firmly in place while he abused his young hole again. Being finger fucked was a different sensation, but one Jason was beginning to enjoy, especially as his prostate was stimulated again. Issac seemed to know exactly how to pleasure a boy, his fingers moved with dedication and intent. Exploring, twisting, expanding. The older man able to pleasure Jason in a whole new way.
Issac stared at Jason, his rosy face changing back and forth from wincing to bliss, the boy biting his lip as the older man finger fucked him. Issac took great satisfaction from watching the cute boy yearn for more, writhing at the touch of the alpha male. With his eyes shut, Jason was suddenly startled as Mr Olowe stuck his tongue out and slowly licked Jason's cheek. It felt creepy and weird, and yet thrilling to be so controlled by another man.
"Open your mouth boy" demanded Mr Olowe, as he pulled his cum coated fingers out of the boy's ass.
The creamy mixture of his own cum and that of Mr Adeoye's, along with Jason's ass juices had collected on Issac's fingers. He inserted his fingers into Jason's mouth, who instinctively began licking and sucking the man's thick fingers clean. The boy savoured the sinful concoction, swirling it around in his mouth before swallowing.
"Good boy," smirked the Nigerian alpha, chuckling at how delighted Jason appeared.
Isaac repeated this several times, fingering and collecting the alpha nutt and feeding it to Jason; the boy relishing the taste of the two men's mixed cum. As the Englishman lay on Isaac's arm being probed and fed, he jerked himself off. Isaac noticed Jason approaching climax, fingering the boy's hole harder and deeper.
"Uh yes! Hmm! Ye..as" Jason cried out, matching the rapid fingering with the rhythm of the beating of his meat. "Fuck, yes!"
Mr Olowe aggressively fingered Jason, working the boy's hole and stimulating his prostate. He inserted more fingers, intensively pleasuring Jason and stretching his abused young hole wider. Jason continued to whimper, his small balls tightening, his breathing quickening.
"Argh!" the boy cried out, shooting his load over his chest, exhaling with relief and satisfaction.
Isaac got Jason to clean his fingers once again, before getting up, leaving Jason lying panting on the bed. Spit and cum dripped off his flushed face, his ass leaked cum, and his own load coated his chest. He couldn't move again, just lying still whilst Mr Olowe took a shower. Jason smiled to himself. Despite being treated as little more than a sex toy, despite being used and abused, his hole ruined and jaw aching, nothing was better than being a faggot for alpha men. What a joy it was to be an object for real men's primal desires, urges and needs. Jason knew he would now submit willingly to any black man that required the use of him. A true submissive.
It wasn't long before Issac stepped out of the shower. He strided into the room, with just a white towel wrapped around his waist. Jason's eyes immediately widened as he took into his sight the stunning man before him. Mr Olowe's toned physical glowed, shimmering as beads of water ran round his smooth dark skin. Wow, such a prime specimen of a man. A true African king. Jason thought in awe, finding his limp dick spring to life. The shape and outline of Isaac's dick could easily be seen underneath the towel. Despite being flaccid it hung prominently. Jason slowly became hard in the presence of such raw masculinity, embodied in the huge African meat that swung heavy between his muscular legs.
"So, you going to stay here and work for me?" Issac asked.
Mr Olowe's office bitch. Whored out to the highest bidder. Who could refuse?
ENDS