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Life had not always been a crystal stair for Jayce Hammonds, but it was pretty good now. The 34 year-old data analyst had just started a new job with a software company. As he toured the office with the H.R. lady, he noticed a few other Black faces. The medium-brown guy half-smiled at them . ‘I hope they don’t think I’m gonna be their friend just because I’m Black,’ he thought.
Jayce had grown up in a house headed by single mothers. There was his mom, Lesa; his Aunt Tamela; and his grandmother, Laverne. He lived alongside his brother and sister plus two cousins. None of the k**s had the same father.
Jayce was always different than the others. While his siblings and cousins were into hip hop music, sneakers, hustling, fashion, and trash TV, Jayce was not. He loved reading, Star Trek, and magic. His brother and one cousin were currently in prison. His sister had become a teen mom. His other cousin ended up dead from gang v******e. Jayce got out.
Thankfully, a nice woman from the neighborhood took a liking to him. She provided him with books and encouragement all through middle school and high school. She was the one that helped him apply to college and celebrated with him when he got accepted to Longwood University.
During his time at Longwood, he was awakened to his desire to be a submissive fuck toy for dominant men.
Jayce’s first domineering lover was Dr. Santosh Vad, a computer science professor originally from India.
Santosh had a husky build. His skin was considerably darker than Jayce’s. The man had a full beard and charcoal. He was married with one k**.
Jayce and Santosh ran into one another at a science-fiction enthusiast club meeting.
Santosh picked up immediately on Jayce’s meek, deferential demeanor.
Dr. Vad invited Jayce to have a late evening meal with him at a diner.
Santosh mixed his over easy eggs with his grits and took a bite. “You seem very unique to me.”
“You think so,” blushed Jayce.
“Yeah! You’re the only Black person in our group. You also agree with everything I say.”
“Do I really?”
“Yes!”
“Well, I’ve always been my own person. I don’t think we should be confined by race.”
“Are you in a relationship?”
“I’m not.”
“Do you like girls or guys?”
“What?”
“Forget it,” the academic shrugged it off.
“Why would you ask that?”
“No reason. Just getting to know you.”
Two weeks later, Jayce was on his knees sucking Santosh’s chunky, six-and-a-half-inch dick that stuck straight out with a slight upward arch.
During their clandestine meetings, Santosh shoved his dick down Jayce’s throat. Then, he would fuck the publicly masculine acting fag’s butt hole. Jayce was a complete bitch.
“Fuck me, sir,” begged the wannabe.
“Take this big Indian cock,” Santosh ordered.
“You like my sub boipussy?”
“Hell yeah! Your faggit hole is so tight!”
Santosh fucked and used Jayce often over the next two years.
Jayce graduated with a degree in business economics. He took a job with a telecom company. He joined a gym.
One evening, he was running on a treadmill. He glanced over and saw a five-foot-nine, warm rosy complected, hardy man stepping on the machine next to him. Jayce nodded and smiled. Jayce’s heart skipped a beat when the brawny man’s eyes twinkled and cheeks dimpled with an upward curve of his lips.
“New here,” inquired the brown-eyed dude with a soul-patch goatee wearing a bandana.
“Sorta,” answered Jayce.
“Cool beans. You got a good stride!”
“Thank you! I’m Jayce.”
“Vinny!”
“Nice to meet you, Vinny!”
“Same here! Wanna race,” smirked the hunky man.
“Why not,” teased Jayce.
Afterwards, the two men laughed. They casually made plans to see one another at a later time. They ran into each other over the next month.
After showering, Jayce worked up the courage to ask Vinny to grab a coffee down the street from the gym. Vinny agreed.
Vinny smiled as he sipped his dark roast. “What’s your deal?”
“Huh,” checked Jayce.
“I know you like me. I’m not stupid.”
“What?”
“You act cool. I like that you’re lowkey. But, I see how you look at me.”
“Do you think I’m gay or something,” chuckled Jayce.
“I’m pretty sure you are. I’m not judging.”
“Well…”
“I knew it. I wanna fuck that bubble booty.”
“Whoa, Vinny,” Jayce tried to slow down the conversation. “It’s not that simple.”
“What do you mean,” the Italian-American dude with the faux hawk quizzed.
“I like men, yes! But, I like a man that is a complete dom and is cool with me being totally submissive in private.”
“Oh yeah,” Vinny licked his lips and straightened his back.
“Yes, sir! And I want you to have a relationship with a woman.”
“I got a girl! You wanna be my side piece?”
“I’d love that!”
Vinny followed Jayce back to his apartment. The cop pulled out his jumbo thick 6¾-inch cock. It was hard and curved upward from the base. His balls were corpulent and hairy.
Jayce sucked the dick.
Vinny bent the sub bitch over and fucked him relentlessly. “You like this guido dick, bitch?”
“I love it! Fuck me,” begged Jayce.
“Yeah, faggit! Take this cock!”
“Oh my god!”
Vinny smacked Jayce’s soft ass cheeks. “This pussy is tight!”
“I’m your bitch! You’re my dom daddy!”
“Hell yeah, fag!”
Vinny and Jayce fucked multiple times a week from that point forward.
Jayce even attended the wedding of Vinny and his girl, Leah.
They continued meeting the entire time even as Vinny’s marriage broke down.
Vinny ended up meeting another woman and married her.
The sex was still good, but the cop had started abusing prescription pills. Jayce did not like it. That was why he found a job in a new city and moved.
Back in the present day, Jayce settled into his workspace. At lunch, he went into the shared kitchen area and warmed up a container of spaghetti. He sat alone.
A good-looking Black woman called out, “Hey, don’t sit by yourself. Join us.”
Jayce walked over.
“I’m Selena,” she said.
“And I’m Darcy,” the other lady shared.
“My name’s Jayce.”
“What do you do here,” Selena asked.
“I’m on the business insights team.”
“That’s a great team,” Selena smiled. “It’s good to see some more color up in here.”
“I agree,” Darcy nodded her head.
“I guess,” Jayce replied.
Jayce ate in relative silence as he listened to the two women bounce between conversations about reality TV and corporate strategy.
Jayce thought the ladies seemed nice, but he was not comfortable around most Black folks beyond his family. Hell, he wasn’t even cozy with his own family. Of his three closest friends, none of them were African-American. He went back to work and determined to keep to his normal routine in this new city.
That evening, his convict brother called him begging him to put some money on his books. Jayce reluctantly agreed. He threw on some clothes and went out to his silver 2016 Kia Sedona SUV. He drove to a retail pharmacy chain and bought a Green Dot reloadable card.
The prisoner, Tye, called back from a contraband cell phone a half hour later. “Did you get it,” he asked.
“Yeah,” huffed Jayce.
“How much?”
“I said I could do fifty. That’s what I got,” Jayce snarled.
“Damn, I ain’t tryna bother you, li’l bro. I just need help.”
“Yeah! I know.”
“Damn, Jayce! Why you so mad at me?”
“I’m not!”
“Okay. Whatever, nigga! I got a friend from here that can pay you back. He just got out!”
“What do you mean?”
“You in Dallas now, right?”
“I am.”
“He there too.”
“Okay?”
“I’ma text his number.”
Jayce received the info. He took a chance and called the number.
“Sup,” a deep voice answered.
“My brother, Tye said to call you.”
“Tye who?”
“Hammonds from Gilmer.”
“Hell yeah! Sup!”
“He said I should call you.”
“Bet. What you need?”
Jayce explained the situation. He began to feel at ease with the ex-con.
“I’m finna be in your area. I can drop by wit’ da cash,” the dude said.
“What?”
“Don’t trip. I’m not far. I ain’t tryna rob you.”
“What’s your name?”
“Zero. Look, I ain’t finna hurt you. You want dis cash or nah?”
Jayce agreed. He sent his address.
Zero pulled up to the complex. He knocked on the door.
Jayce opened up. He froze and his face went slack-jawed. He touched his finger-wave processed hair. “Come in!”
Zero walked inside. “Sup, mane?”
“Not much! Wanna drink?”
“Yeah! You got Henny?”
“No, but I have E&J.”
“That’ll work!”
Jayce returned with the beverage. He pondered, “Can I ask you a question.”
“You can ask me anything,” the slant-eyed, mocha-skinned guy said.
“What’s your racial makeup.”
“Oh,” chuckled Zero. “My pops Black. My mama Vietnamese.”
“Nice!”
“You like dat shit, yo,” pressed Zero.
“I think it’s cool,” admitted Jayce.
‘How cool?”
“Just wondering.”
“I bet. I like how you look too!”
“What?”
“Like I said! I know you like thug niggas!”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yo’ body language says different.”
The five-foot-seven, scraggy biracial dude took off his shirt. He revealed a sinewy chest.
Jayce gawked.
“You like,” asked Zero.
“I do!”
Zero removed his jeans. He grabbed his long, protruding, eight-inch dick. It was a deep olive just like the rest of Zero. Long and kind of slim, the rod twitched up an down. “You want this?”
Jayve nodded confirmation. He started sucking.
Zero face fucked Jayce with fury.
Zero barked, “I wanna piss on you!”
“Do it, daddy,” Jayce shared.
The biracial guy relieved himself.
Jayce loved it.
They made their way to the bedroom of the apartment.
Zero climbed on top of Jayce. “Take dis dick, faggit!”
Jayce allowed the sexy man inside of him.
Zero went hard.
“Fuck me, baby,” pined Jayce.
“Yeah, bitch,” howled Zero.
“Oh my god!”
“You my bitch, faggit!”
“That dick is so big!”
“You like dis long dick?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You my fuckin’ submissive ass hoe!”
Zero tore up Jayce. His fucked with all his might. He flipped the bottom dude over on his back.
Jayce’s fag stick was hard.
Zero remarked, “Oh you excited, fag!”
“Yes, sir!”
Zero fucked relentlessly. He hammered with brutal disregard. He slapped Jayce over and over.
Jayce could take no more. His member exploded.
Zero felt the contractions as the bottom boi nutted.
“Oh shit,” the Blackanese thug groaned. “Fuck!”
Zero’s cock erupted.
From that day, Zero owned Jayce.
Jayce had grown up in a house headed by single mothers. There was his mom, Lesa; his Aunt Tamela; and his grandmother, Laverne. He lived alongside his brother and sister plus two cousins. None of the k**s had the same father.
Jayce was always different than the others. While his siblings and cousins were into hip hop music, sneakers, hustling, fashion, and trash TV, Jayce was not. He loved reading, Star Trek, and magic. His brother and one cousin were currently in prison. His sister had become a teen mom. His other cousin ended up dead from gang v******e. Jayce got out.
Thankfully, a nice woman from the neighborhood took a liking to him. She provided him with books and encouragement all through middle school and high school. She was the one that helped him apply to college and celebrated with him when he got accepted to Longwood University.
During his time at Longwood, he was awakened to his desire to be a submissive fuck toy for dominant men.
Jayce’s first domineering lover was Dr. Santosh Vad, a computer science professor originally from India.
Santosh had a husky build. His skin was considerably darker than Jayce’s. The man had a full beard and charcoal. He was married with one k**.
Jayce and Santosh ran into one another at a science-fiction enthusiast club meeting.
Santosh picked up immediately on Jayce’s meek, deferential demeanor.
Dr. Vad invited Jayce to have a late evening meal with him at a diner.
Santosh mixed his over easy eggs with his grits and took a bite. “You seem very unique to me.”
“You think so,” blushed Jayce.
“Yeah! You’re the only Black person in our group. You also agree with everything I say.”
“Do I really?”
“Yes!”
“Well, I’ve always been my own person. I don’t think we should be confined by race.”
“Are you in a relationship?”
“I’m not.”
“Do you like girls or guys?”
“What?”
“Forget it,” the academic shrugged it off.
“Why would you ask that?”
“No reason. Just getting to know you.”
Two weeks later, Jayce was on his knees sucking Santosh’s chunky, six-and-a-half-inch dick that stuck straight out with a slight upward arch.
During their clandestine meetings, Santosh shoved his dick down Jayce’s throat. Then, he would fuck the publicly masculine acting fag’s butt hole. Jayce was a complete bitch.
“Fuck me, sir,” begged the wannabe.
“Take this big Indian cock,” Santosh ordered.
“You like my sub boipussy?”
“Hell yeah! Your faggit hole is so tight!”
Santosh fucked and used Jayce often over the next two years.
Jayce graduated with a degree in business economics. He took a job with a telecom company. He joined a gym.
One evening, he was running on a treadmill. He glanced over and saw a five-foot-nine, warm rosy complected, hardy man stepping on the machine next to him. Jayce nodded and smiled. Jayce’s heart skipped a beat when the brawny man’s eyes twinkled and cheeks dimpled with an upward curve of his lips.
“New here,” inquired the brown-eyed dude with a soul-patch goatee wearing a bandana.
“Sorta,” answered Jayce.
“Cool beans. You got a good stride!”
“Thank you! I’m Jayce.”
“Vinny!”
“Nice to meet you, Vinny!”
“Same here! Wanna race,” smirked the hunky man.
“Why not,” teased Jayce.
Afterwards, the two men laughed. They casually made plans to see one another at a later time. They ran into each other over the next month.
After showering, Jayce worked up the courage to ask Vinny to grab a coffee down the street from the gym. Vinny agreed.
Vinny smiled as he sipped his dark roast. “What’s your deal?”
“Huh,” checked Jayce.
“I know you like me. I’m not stupid.”
“What?”
“You act cool. I like that you’re lowkey. But, I see how you look at me.”
“Do you think I’m gay or something,” chuckled Jayce.
“I’m pretty sure you are. I’m not judging.”
“Well…”
“I knew it. I wanna fuck that bubble booty.”
“Whoa, Vinny,” Jayce tried to slow down the conversation. “It’s not that simple.”
“What do you mean,” the Italian-American dude with the faux hawk quizzed.
“I like men, yes! But, I like a man that is a complete dom and is cool with me being totally submissive in private.”
“Oh yeah,” Vinny licked his lips and straightened his back.
“Yes, sir! And I want you to have a relationship with a woman.”
“I got a girl! You wanna be my side piece?”
“I’d love that!”
Vinny followed Jayce back to his apartment. The cop pulled out his jumbo thick 6¾-inch cock. It was hard and curved upward from the base. His balls were corpulent and hairy.
Jayce sucked the dick.
Vinny bent the sub bitch over and fucked him relentlessly. “You like this guido dick, bitch?”
“I love it! Fuck me,” begged Jayce.
“Yeah, faggit! Take this cock!”
“Oh my god!”
Vinny smacked Jayce’s soft ass cheeks. “This pussy is tight!”
“I’m your bitch! You’re my dom daddy!”
“Hell yeah, fag!”
Vinny and Jayce fucked multiple times a week from that point forward.
Jayce even attended the wedding of Vinny and his girl, Leah.
They continued meeting the entire time even as Vinny’s marriage broke down.
Vinny ended up meeting another woman and married her.
The sex was still good, but the cop had started abusing prescription pills. Jayce did not like it. That was why he found a job in a new city and moved.
Back in the present day, Jayce settled into his workspace. At lunch, he went into the shared kitchen area and warmed up a container of spaghetti. He sat alone.
A good-looking Black woman called out, “Hey, don’t sit by yourself. Join us.”
Jayce walked over.
“I’m Selena,” she said.
“And I’m Darcy,” the other lady shared.
“My name’s Jayce.”
“What do you do here,” Selena asked.
“I’m on the business insights team.”
“That’s a great team,” Selena smiled. “It’s good to see some more color up in here.”
“I agree,” Darcy nodded her head.
“I guess,” Jayce replied.
Jayce ate in relative silence as he listened to the two women bounce between conversations about reality TV and corporate strategy.
Jayce thought the ladies seemed nice, but he was not comfortable around most Black folks beyond his family. Hell, he wasn’t even cozy with his own family. Of his three closest friends, none of them were African-American. He went back to work and determined to keep to his normal routine in this new city.
That evening, his convict brother called him begging him to put some money on his books. Jayce reluctantly agreed. He threw on some clothes and went out to his silver 2016 Kia Sedona SUV. He drove to a retail pharmacy chain and bought a Green Dot reloadable card.
The prisoner, Tye, called back from a contraband cell phone a half hour later. “Did you get it,” he asked.
“Yeah,” huffed Jayce.
“How much?”
“I said I could do fifty. That’s what I got,” Jayce snarled.
“Damn, I ain’t tryna bother you, li’l bro. I just need help.”
“Yeah! I know.”
“Damn, Jayce! Why you so mad at me?”
“I’m not!”
“Okay. Whatever, nigga! I got a friend from here that can pay you back. He just got out!”
“What do you mean?”
“You in Dallas now, right?”
“I am.”
“He there too.”
“Okay?”
“I’ma text his number.”
Jayce received the info. He took a chance and called the number.
“Sup,” a deep voice answered.
“My brother, Tye said to call you.”
“Tye who?”
“Hammonds from Gilmer.”
“Hell yeah! Sup!”
“He said I should call you.”
“Bet. What you need?”
Jayce explained the situation. He began to feel at ease with the ex-con.
“I’m finna be in your area. I can drop by wit’ da cash,” the dude said.
“What?”
“Don’t trip. I’m not far. I ain’t tryna rob you.”
“What’s your name?”
“Zero. Look, I ain’t finna hurt you. You want dis cash or nah?”
Jayce agreed. He sent his address.
Zero pulled up to the complex. He knocked on the door.
Jayce opened up. He froze and his face went slack-jawed. He touched his finger-wave processed hair. “Come in!”
Zero walked inside. “Sup, mane?”
“Not much! Wanna drink?”
“Yeah! You got Henny?”
“No, but I have E&J.”
“That’ll work!”
Jayce returned with the beverage. He pondered, “Can I ask you a question.”
“You can ask me anything,” the slant-eyed, mocha-skinned guy said.
“What’s your racial makeup.”
“Oh,” chuckled Zero. “My pops Black. My mama Vietnamese.”
“Nice!”
“You like dat shit, yo,” pressed Zero.
“I think it’s cool,” admitted Jayce.
‘How cool?”
“Just wondering.”
“I bet. I like how you look too!”
“What?”
“Like I said! I know you like thug niggas!”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yo’ body language says different.”
The five-foot-seven, scraggy biracial dude took off his shirt. He revealed a sinewy chest.
Jayce gawked.
“You like,” asked Zero.
“I do!”
Zero removed his jeans. He grabbed his long, protruding, eight-inch dick. It was a deep olive just like the rest of Zero. Long and kind of slim, the rod twitched up an down. “You want this?”
Jayve nodded confirmation. He started sucking.
Zero face fucked Jayce with fury.
Zero barked, “I wanna piss on you!”
“Do it, daddy,” Jayce shared.
The biracial guy relieved himself.
Jayce loved it.
They made their way to the bedroom of the apartment.
Zero climbed on top of Jayce. “Take dis dick, faggit!”
Jayce allowed the sexy man inside of him.
Zero went hard.
“Fuck me, baby,” pined Jayce.
“Yeah, bitch,” howled Zero.
“Oh my god!”
“You my bitch, faggit!”
“That dick is so big!”
“You like dis long dick?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You my fuckin’ submissive ass hoe!”
Zero tore up Jayce. His fucked with all his might. He flipped the bottom dude over on his back.
Jayce’s fag stick was hard.
Zero remarked, “Oh you excited, fag!”
“Yes, sir!”
Zero fucked relentlessly. He hammered with brutal disregard. He slapped Jayce over and over.
Jayce could take no more. His member exploded.
Zero felt the contractions as the bottom boi nutted.
“Oh shit,” the Blackanese thug groaned. “Fuck!”
Zero’s cock erupted.
From that day, Zero owned Jayce.
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