Woke

It had been a wild night of drinking as usual for Richard. It wasn’t uncommon for him to black out and wake up the next morning somewhere strange. But this morning was going to be the strangest morning of his life.

Waking up in some stranger’s bed, he initially thought he had gotten lucky. However, when he saw the “Black Power” shirt he was wearing, he started to get goosebumps. Why would he be wearing such a shirt? Also why was his body so sore?

Inspecting his body he learned that he had tattoo’s that hadn’t been there before. Disturbing and demeaning tattoos that he would never had chosen, like “Black Man’s Bitch”.

He tried to leave the strange room he had awoken in but found himself unable to cross the threshold. His body just wouldn’t obey. His mind kept telling him that his master would be back for him soon. Somehow, he just knew he was a slave now, and he was scared out of his mind. Even scarier was the desires he was feeling to worship this master’s cock with his mouth and ass.

Richard had started out a typical white boy, now he was a bitch for black cock.