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Javon & Me! By Throne

(Concept by Devin Dickie)

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real.  The acts in the following written work are only consensual  sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities. 

JAVON AND ME!

by Throne

There was a loud knock on my door and I froze up inside.  It had to be Javon.  I didn't have many friends to begin with and it was rare for any of them to visit my apartment.  Sure enough it was him, tall, broad-shouldered, confident and, as they say, black as the ace of spades.  I immediately took two retreating steps to let him enter.  He had a brown paper bag that she shoved into my hands.

"Hey, Dean.  Stopped by the liquor store," he explained.  "Got us a bottle of the good stuff.  Having you give them your credit card info was a fine idea, especially after you told them I could charge shit too."

He plumped himself down on my couch.  I took the bottle out of the bag and set it on the coffee table.  "Um, would you like a glass?" I asked him.

"Sure thing, brother.  And get one for yourself."  He laughed good naturedly.  "After all, you paid for the booze."

I tried to relax.  I mean, he was my friend, despite his pushy attitude.  And he had introduced me to some new experiences.  Having him hook his phone into my video system and play interracial porn was exciting.  We had been watching it together for several weeks.  I vividly remembered when he commented on the obvious hard-on in my slacks, and how casual he was about it.  And how he had gotten me kind of drunk the next time.  And how the time after that when he stopped by, the porn and whiskey led to him taking out his penis and beginning to stroke it.   Then he invited me to do the same, and with me not wanting to be a bad sport, and with the alcohol talking, I had started to do it too.  That night he didn't comment on the extreme difference between the sizes of our endowments.  But later on he began to kid me about my 'little white boy dick' as compared to his 'Black destroyer'. 

He even asked me how I could satisfy my girlfriend Amy with what I had between my legs.  I had mumbled and hemmed and hawed but he gave me a friendly jab in the rubs and asked again.  Without thinking it through I confessed that I usually had to satisfy her with my mouth, especially because of my tendency to shoot off too soon.  He didn't get critical or anything, but he did say that I'd better not tell her about him and his big Black cock, or she might want to 'switch colors'. 

So anyway, I came back with the two tumblers and poured for both of us.  He raised his drink to me and I sheepishly clinked glasses with him.  Then he surprised me by putting his hand on the back of my neck and rubbing it affectionately.  At the end, though, he gave a hard squeeze that hurt.  I squirmed around and wished that we weren't sitting so close together.

He said, "Relax, my friend.  Come on, now."  He started some IR porn playing.  It was different from what I was used to.  There was a Black guy and a white girl, but also a white guy.  Javon acted surprised and said, "Hey, I didn't have this one set up to play.  Maybe I should change it.  But we could check it out and see how it goes."

I meekly conceded, "That would be okay, I suppose."

"Sure.  And it looks kind of like us.  You know, the big Black guy and his little paleface pal."  He chuckled.  "And that pretty blond could be your... what's her name?  Amy?"

"Yes," I agreed weakly.  "Amy."

"Ha.  Looks like what I was saying before.  The girl's getting an eyeful at what the Black guy is carrying and all of a sudden she's not so interested in her snowflake boyfriend."

Feeling uneasy, I took a long swallow and felt the liquor burn its way down my throat.  The movie was incredibly erotic and I couldn't help getting my hand on my crotch and rubbing myself through my slacks.  Javon boldly freed his member and began pumping it slowly.  I felt awkward that I was holding back, so I got my prick out too.  There we sat, fiddling with ourselves and drinking, while the scenes of that threesome played out on my TV.  The white guy had to go down on the girl to get her ready for the Black stud's cock.

The girl even said, "Get me really wet down there, lover boy.  I'm not used to having anything so huge shoved into me.  Not by you, that's for sure."

Then she made the white guy put on a pair of her panties, saying that because he had a small dick he didn't deserve to look like a man.  Javon laughed at that and gave my thigh a pat, which made me even more uncomfortable, which led to me drinking faster.  I was getting fairly drunk.  After another fifteen minutes, when I was really heated up and slightly confused from it all, Javon suddenly paused the movie.

"Hey," he snapped at me.  "Your girlfriend leaves some of her clothes here.  Right?"  He sounded almost threatening.  I nodded and he sprang to his feet, saying, "Let's have a look."  I led him to the bedroom and we found what he was seeking, a pair of Amy's pink bikini-cut panties, along with one a matching, short filmy nightie.  Javon laughed as if this was all a simple joke and told me to strip down and put on her things.  When I hesitated, he barked right in my face, "Do it, boy!  Don't make me get mean to you."

I hurriedly undressed and, blushing furiously, donned my girlfriend's lingerie.  It didn't help me that I have only the slightest amount of fine, pale body hair.  Javon said that I looked good enough that, if I was in prison, some man like him would turn me into his bitch real quick.  Then he took me firmly by my upper arm and walked me back out to the sofa.  He slapped me hard on the ass and told me to sit.  Then he filled my glass to the brim and made me drain it.  I did, coughed a little, and sat there not knowing what to do next.  He started up the movie again.

We watched for a short while, until the girl made her panty-wearing boyfriend kiss her feet and then she knelt in front of the Black lover and began to use her mouth on his tremendous cock.  Javon started breathing hard.  He ran his hand up my thigh and toyed with my balls.  What was happening?  I wanted to tell him to stop but, after all the weeks of him steering me into doing what he wanted, it just seemed natural to go along with his latest. 

But he didn't finish there.  Still looking at the TV, he said seriously, "You ain't been fair with me, Dean.  You been kind of flirting all along, and gawking at my cock, and saying all kinds of suggestive shit.  And now look at you.  Damn, boy, you just jumped right into that faggy outfit.  So maybe you better back up how you been acting by going the rest of the way."  I turned my head to look at him and try to understand what he meant.  He scowled at me and got his hand on the back of my neck again.  "Well go on, sissy.  I hate a cocktease.  You got me all fired up, so now you have to put out the fire.  Get your mouth on my tool, faggot."

He effortlessly forced me to bend toward him.  My face was being moved closer and closer to his intimidating erection.  Automatically, I opened my mouth wide.  He kept me going and the fat knob of his organ passed my lips.  He gave my neck some extra pressure from his viselike hand and I sealed my mouth around the business end of his shaft.  He sighed and told me that if I behave and was a good girl -- girl? -- that I wouldn't force him to smack me around.

What was happening?  I was so scared my heart was racing.  My small cock was still hard, though it seemed like what he was making me do should have made it get soft.  Instead, as I began to suck and lick, I felt strangely submissive and willing, even though it was all wrong and I was deeply ashamed.  He was doing something with his free hand and, when I turned my eyes upward, I saw that he had his phone and was taking pictures of my degradation. 

He noticed my panic and told me unexcitedly, "Relax, Dean.  Or maybe I should call you Darling.  Yeah, that's better.  Just keep being nice to my shaft.  I'm only getting a couple of shots of you, just for my personal possession.  Not to share with anybody.  Not to show to your girlfriend or whatever."  He pushed down on the back of my head, impaling my face more solidly on his rampant rod.  "Just something to look at when I want a kick.  And to share only if you start to think that you're not my fairy bitch.  As long as you be my sucky-boy, girl, it's okay between us.  You try to tell me 'no', Darling, and these pictures are going to make you change to 'yes'. 

Javon went on, "Now let's see if you understand.  I'm going to get on my feet, you're going to pull my pants down and off, and then you're going to kneel and lick my balls real good.  You know, just to show that we understand each other.  That we're still buddies.  And that you're still going to pay for the bottles.  But also that it's different now, and that you're going to dress up bitchy for me, and suck my cock bitchy for me, and maybe -- yeah, definitely -- going to get some make-up and paint your white face all pretty for me.  Especially that talented mouth.  The way you sucking me, I can tell you been thinking about this for a long while.  Right?"

I was already obediently lowering his pants as he stood there.  Then I was slipping down onto my bare knees and looking up at him.  I answered in a small effeminate voice, "Yes, Sir.  Yes, Javon.  Just please don't smack me around."

"I'll think about that... if you do a good job on my balls."

Though it repulsed me, I got down lower and bent back my head, stuck out my tongue, and lapped the bottom of his scrotum.  He instructed me to lick it and kiss it and suck on it and rub my smooth cheek against it.  I even had to tell him that I was his bitch and would do whatever he said.  He grinned down at me, sat again, and made me resume fellating him.  I had to alternate that with playing with my nipples and jerking myself off for his entertainment, acting girly, panting over his big Black cock, and pledging my love to his body.  So that he wouldn't finish too soon, he made me switch back and forth between jerking him off and using my mouth. 

Javon watched the final half hour of the movie while I continued to pleasure him.  He kept up a running commentary about how it would be wild if what was on the TV turned out to happen with him, Amy and me.  The thought made me queasy.  As did the blowjob I was giving him.  I wished I hadn't had so much to drink.  Or allowed him to get so deeply into my life in the previous months.  But it was past that point.  All I could so was follow orders and be his 'sweet BJ bitch'.

"Okay, Darling," he said as the movie ended.  "Time for you to drain my big balls.  Keep just the end of my Black cock in your mouth and use your hand on the rest of it.  That's my girl.  That's a bitch who knows how to act.  Suck harder, Darling.  Like you going to be doing all the time now.  Suck out all that good cream."

He grunted, his body shook, and a thick jet of semen hit the roof of my mouth.  He kept pumping it out until I had to let some run down the back of my throat.  I felt like a girl being taken advantage of by her date.  I gulped down most of the huge serving he fed me but Javon said for me to keep some in my mouth. 

"That's it," he said after he was done.  "Now look up at your Daddy and open that pretty mouth.  Show me that load you're tasting.   Mmmm, I know you like that, girl.  Get your tongue out and lick your lips, get that good stuff all over them.  Now use your finger to smear some on your nostrils.  That's it, baby.  I want you to wear it and taste it and smell it all night long.  Reminds you of who owns you.  Don't it?"

"Y... yes, Javon.  You own me.  I'm your... little bitch." Wanting to be sure he wasn't upset and wouldn't hurt me, I added, "Is that okay?  What I said?"

"Sure, Dean Darling.  You just talk that way and suck me that way, and we're good.  Now hand be my glass.  But no more drinks for you, bitch.  Like I said, I want you to taste me all damn night long."  He chuckled.  "And we'll see if we can't get you to where you ask for a taste of Javon.  Right?  Let me hear you ask.  I want to know what it sounds like."

I gagged a little.  The taste and scent of his spunk were overwhelming me.  I felt like I would never be able to stop experiencing them.  I certainly would never forget what had just happened. 

Gazing up at him, trying to appear devoted to his needs, I whispered, "I love the way you taste, Javon.  I love your... cum.  I want it all the time.  Please tell me that you'll feed me lots and lots of your cum."

"Sure, bitch.  But only because, like you're saying, that's what YOU want."  He chortled.  "I’d be happy to keep you happy, Darling.  And next time you won't even need a drink to get you loosened up.  No, you'll do it sober.  You know, so you can really enjoy yourself with a clear head and all."

That was six months ago.  Since then plenty has happened.  I should tell you about Javon and Amy and me, and what happens when we're all together.  But that's another story for another time.

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