Dominion

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• This is a work of fiction. My experiences and likes influence all my writing, so there might be a nugget or two of truth somewhere within, but don't worry, it's carefully hidden... Any similarity with actual people or places is entirely coincidental.

• This story involves interracial sex between adult men. There is lot of crude stereotyping, role play, nasty and demeaning language and other things that might be called kinky or just plain ignorant. If any of this offends you, please leave now.

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Tariq knew where Eric was going minutes before he finally got there.

He hadn't heard this exact story before, and not from a dude - and certainly not this heartfelt.

He had been keeping a tally in the back of his mind for days. The looks from the first night they met. Hooking up with a big black dude like Simms. How he knew that if he pressed Eric that he would give in. Now the points were adding up.

Eric was a submissive white dude who liked giving it up to assertive, dominant black guys. Eric didn't fully realize what he liked. And what he did understand was embarrassing to him.

Tariq had seen it before in girls he fucked. When push came to shove they were down with all kinds of shit they wouldn't dream of before and couldn't explain after. Sex could be like that. Some of them wanted to be pushed. Until someone made them jump in, the water was terrifying. They just needed an nudge.

And Tariq could be dom with his shit. It was a role that came naturally for him. It felt right. He didn't have any embarrassment for what he liked. But he was used to seeing it sometimes in girls who weren't quite ready to give in. Once he got the ball rolling, it was on.

Tariq was self-aware enough to appreciate the rush that power over another person can bring. He enjoyed the attention. The center of attention. And although he didn't really understand the motivation, he had also witnessed the willingness of girls to submit to him totally. The eagerness to do something to please him, even if there didn't seem to be an obvious source of pleasure for them. Like a lot of dudes, he liked to be worshiped.

So Eric was sitting here, telling his deepest, darkest secrets as they were being revealed to him. Tariq knew there was only one reason he was telling him all this shit, and it wasn't just because he was asking. He was in to black guys. In to masculine, aggressive black guys. Tariq looked the part. This kid was in to him.

Tariq felt his own dick starting to swell as Eric neared the end of his confession. Eric was close, but like some of those girls that Tariq had fucked, he knew that Eric still needed a push. He needed a nudge to get the ball rolling.

So Tariq broke him down. The questions he asked would lead to only one conclusion. That Eric wanted to be dominated - that he wanted to be used for the pleasure of another.

Five minutes earlier Tariq made a decision. His last questions were as much manipulations as they were genuine interest. A plan was in motion. Tariq was going to give Eric what he really needed.

"I can show ya better than I can tell ya."

"Huh?" Eric asked, looking back at Tariq.

All that was left was the nudge.

"Suck my dick."

Eric didn't move. His eyes did wander down to Tariq's waist, but he seemed frozen in place.

Tariq was used to nudging. He only needed to apply a bit more pressure. Tariq freed his dick from the slit in his boxers. He could see Eric staring at it. One more push.

"Suck it," Tariq said, his voice lower than before.

This time Eric finally started to roll.

He leaned forward over Tariq's lap and hung his head an inch above the swollen tip of Tariq's dick.

Eric's mind was racing. He was so close. This was so real, but it also felt so much like a dream.

Eric licked the end of Tariq's dick, which caused Tariq to groan softly and shift slightly. One taste was all it took.

Eric started slowly lowering himself, allowing more and more of Tariq's dick to enter. He used his tongue to massage the skin, while doing the best he could to work his lips to create some suction as he went up and down. It seemed to be working. Tariq's dick was harder now than before.

Eric wanted better access, and his position, hunched over Tariq's lap, didn't really give him a lot of room to move. So he shifted down to his knees, slid between Tariq's now spread legs and took him back in his mouth.

Eric tried to keep his blow job wet, and tried his best to keep up a pace that he thought would make Tariq's dick feel good. He would take as much as he could, but his natural gag reflex and unfamiliarity with a dick in his mouth limited how far he could go. Eric knew there were inches he couldn't take, but he didn't see a way around that. Tariq knew better.

Tariq gently but firmly pushed Eric off his dick. He stood up, told Eric to sit and then slid his boxers down and kicked them off. Eric took a second to look at the completely naked man standing in front of him. It was like a dream. All he could see was Tariq. At that moment he was the center of his world.

Tariq took a step closer and Eric parted his legs to allow Tariq access. Eric already had his mouth open, ready to go. Tariq placed his hand on Eric's forehead and gently pushed his head back so Eric was looking up at Tariq staring back down at him. He was setting the pace.

"Suck my dick," Tariq said again, releasing Eric's forehead and allowing Eric to get back to work.

From this position Eric could go a little deeper and keep up a more regular pace. He explored Tariq's body for the first time, allowing his hands to rub down his legs, over his ass and up to his back and belly. Eric loved the smooth, hot skin under his fingers. Smooth, but with the occasional line or patch of wiry hair. He kept his eyes closed, and let his fingers and hands absorb all the sensations they could. At this moment Tariq was all Eric could taste, smell and feel.

Most of the time Eric left his hands on Tariq's fat ass, using it as a handle to hang on and give him leverage as he kept up his attack on Tariq's pole. Eric had a job to do, and he was going to do his damnedest to do it well. He certainly knew what a blow job was, he had received a few himself. But the active role was new - unfamiliar in a surprising way, but exciting. Now he had a responsibility.

Tariq knew what Eric was feeling. He could sense and feel his eagerness to please, at the same time he could feel the teeth and awkward moves from an inexperienced cocksucker. Eric didn't really know what he was doing. He was doing the best he could, and his focus was on making sure Tariq got a good blow. Tariq knew he was getting his dick worshipped by a dedicated follower. But, Tariq also knew that to get what he really wanted, and to give Eric what he really wanted - what he really needed - he needed to switch things up. Right now Eric was focused on providing pleasure. It may have been for Tariq's benefit, but Eric was calling the shots. Eric's heart was in the right place, but his mind wasn't there. This was about dominion. By choice. Tariq knew what to do.

"Lick my balls," Tariq instructed from above.

Eric lowered his head down as Tariq pulled his slobbery dick up to give Eric access. Eric licked, kissed and sucked on Tariq's hairy nut suck, experiencing a taste and sensation he never expected. He didn't know what he was doing, but he figured getting as much of his crotch wet with spit and covering every spot with his tongue was a good start.

Tariq lifted a leg and rested his foot on the seat next to Eric, while at the same time gently pushing Eric's head slightly down and back, giving Eric more open access to his nuts underneath. Eric slid his tongue back, licking the area between Tariq's balls and his ass, keeping his face pressed to Tariq's body, letting his balls drag over his nose and rest on his eyes, keeping his tongue moving the whole time.

"Yeah..." groaned Tariq, having to admit the shit felt good. He reached down and cupped the back of Eric's neck, pulling him towards him. This dude was willing, no doubt. But Tariq had to keep the upper hand. This wasn't just about being pleased, it was about being used.

Tariq pushed Eric back but left his hard dick pressed against his cheek. He looked down at Eric's panting face and saw that Eric was looking up at him. Waiting for the next instruction or the next move. He was getting it pretty fast, Tariq thought.

"Ya like that big black dick, dontcha?" Tariq asked.

"Yes," Eric replied, breathing hard, never losing eye contact with Tariq above.

Tariq pulled the tip of his dick across Eric's face, slowly tracing from his open lips, his chin, up his cheeks, across his eyes and forehead. Tariq then pressed forward, grinding his hard dick across Eric's face, while he held his head in place one-handed. He ground against him a few times, pressing hard and making sure he got the friction he wanted and the contact Eric needed. Then he pulled away, again leaving his dick head barely touching Eric's face.

"Look at me," Tariq said.

Eric looked up. As he titled his head upward to look at Tariq, the head of Tariq's dick rests on Eric's lips.

Instinctively Eric opens his mouth and starts to tongue the tip.

Tariq put his hand on the top of Eric's head and pushes back, and out comes his dick.

"Nah, I ain't fuckin tell ya to suck it. I fuckin said look at me," Tariq growled, but in a sexy way.

"Ya gotta follow instructions, boy. OK?" Tariq asked, as he leaned in and pressed his dick against Eric's nose.

"OK?" he asked again.

"OK," Eric responded.

"Good boy," Tariq said, rubbing his dick across Eric's lips, from side to side like he was applying lip gloss instead of spit and precum. Eric didn't move. He kept his eyes on Tariq's face above, waiting.

"Ya wanna taste it?" Tariq asked. "Huh?... Ya wanna taste ya boy's dick in ya mouth?"

"Yeah," panted Eric in reply.

"Yea, I know ya fuckin do. But this ain't about what ya want right now," Tariq growled, holding Eric's head with one hand and grinding back in to him. His now dry dick was pulling Eric's skin as his dick pushed up. "This ain't about what you want, boy."

Tariq pulled away and slapped his hard dick against Eric's cheek. It took Eric a little by surprise, but seconds later he was on board. Tariq whacked his dick against Eric's face several more times. It wasn't about hurting him, it was about putting him in his place.

"Ya like that shit, huh, boy? Want me to keep slappin' ya white face wit this black dick?" Tariq growled.

"Yeah," Eric sighed, his eyes closed from all the dick-to-face contact.

"Too fuckin' bad. Open ya mouth," Tariq said gruffly.

Eric complied, and was rewarded with a dick shoved in his open mouth. He felt Tariq's dick hit the back of his throat, and he gagged and pulled away in an instant. Tariq grabbed Eric's head with both hands and pulled him forward as he pressed his body forward at the same time. Eric gagged again, this time so hard he scraped Tariq's dick with his teeth on his desperate retreat. Tariq didn't flinch. When you attack fast and hard, some teeth are just part of the deal. Plus, Eric was a newbie. Tariq felt pretty fortunate that his dick wasn't bleeding already...

After a couple more shoves and an equal number of gags, Eric was starting to get a little more relaxed and Tariq was starting to feel a little more confident. This little dude had drive to get the job done. He had lots of potential. But right now there was more at stake than a good nut.

Tariq pulled his dick out with a pop in one swift move. He stepped back and told Eric to get on his knees.

Eric slid off the seat and took his spot on his knees in front of where Tariq was standing. He looked up, having learned quickly that he needed to wait for Tariq's next move. "Good boy," Tariq thought. Let's see how far Eric has come was his next thought.

"What ya wanna do next, huh?" Tariq asked. Eric hesitated. Tariq kept his eyes locked. "You wanna suck dis dick some mo? Wanna lick des nuts some mo? Ya want me to fuck ya?"

Tariq saw Eric flinch a little on that last question. He could see the impact that question had. Eric wasn't speaking, but he was clearly thinking.

"Huh?" Tariq prompted him to answer, playfully slapping his cheek with his dick again.

"I...," Eric started to say, but didn't get to finish.

Tariq hiked a leg up on the bench next to them and it one fast and strong move grabbed Eric's head and shoved it between his legs, pulling his face against his balls, holding him in place.

He raised his voice now, to make sure that even crammed down there below his dick, Eric could still hear. "It don't matta what da fuck ya want. This ain't about you, bitch!" he said with authority, in the harshest tone he had ever used around Eric. He pushed and pulled Eric's face all along the area between his balls and the base of his ass, grinding his body downward at the same time. He hoped the wiry pubic hair was irritating Eric's face. He knew it had that effect on chicks he had done this to.

He pulled away and looked down at the panting, red-faced Eric below. Eric didn't have any real look on his face. He was just surviving. In the moment. Things were going according to plan.

"Ya know what it is to be a nigga's bitch now, dontcha? Tariq kept his dick an inch or two away from Eric's face, one leg still raised on the bench and his hand on the back of Eric's head. Tariq looked like he might pounce on Eric at any moment. He was keeping Eric off guard...

"No drugs. No liquor. I don't need no fuckin tricks to take you. Ya gonna do what da fuck I say, ain't ya?" Tariq asked, as he slid his dickhead across Eric's lips one time and then pulled back again.

"Ya know what it fuckin mean now, dontcha?" Tariq whispered, leaning down a little closer to Eric's head.

"Yeah," he heard Eric whisper back.

But Tariq wasn't so sure.

Tariq dropped his leg and moved beside Eric standing and facing the bench.

"Lick my ass," Tariq growled at Eric.

Eric didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to say no, or just sit there. Part of him wanted to follow the instruction. Tariq helped him make up his mind.

"Ass," he growled again.

Eric crawled around behind Tariq and stared at his plump ass. Now he was really in unexpected territory. He didn't know what to do next. Could it really be as easy as just licking?

Eric leaned forward and touched one of Tariq's ass cheeks with the tip of his tongue. It didn't taste bad or sting or make him sick. A taste of ass didn't kill him. Maybe this wasn't as bad as it sounded... Eric leaned forward and ran his tongue down part of Tariq's crack, leaving a little line of spit where no man had gone before.