Glory Hole Star

 

Jordan Jared was a star. He wasn’t a movie star or a rock star, he was a country star, as big of a country star as one could get. But that was a while ago now, that was the life before his present one. The life he now lives is not one of his choosing, not that he has free will anymore.

Back when Jordan’s life was still his own to control he had been one of the biggest racists there were. Sure he didn’t speak his racist opinions aloud, but the only thing in his mind worse than being a ‘nigger’ was being a 'fag’. Well after a concert one night, he went to meet the fan who had won the backstage passes and a sit down with him, and long and behold the guy was queer and black. Jordan blew the guy off without an explanation which would be the biggest mistake Jordan ever made. Unknowingly the fan warped reality and karma put Jordan in his place.

Jordan’s life now revolves solely around black dicks. He spends his days and nights in this glory hole pleasuring black dick after black dick that is put through. Sometimes he jacks them off, sometimes sucks them off and sometimes he fucks them with his ass, but he can’t get no rest as long as there is a dick that needs to be gotten off. Of course, Jordan resisted his new role in life initially but whenever he did he found his body began to act on its own, and now, well now he rather enjoys his new lot in life.

Learning the Hard Way

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The Problem With Smoking

Smoking can be very harmful to you in ways most would never imagine. But so can having the personality of an asshole, white supremacist. While most would never have this happen, Kenny here just happened to get a pack of special cigarettes. They’d been left on his desk at work by somebody while Kenny wasn’t there, and of course, Kenny wouldn’t turn down a free pack.

So that night he took his first cigarette from the pack and found them so good, so calming and so addicting, he’d smoked the entire pack in a half hour. He fell immediately asleep on his couch.

The next day he awoke a changed man. He felt happy, and in someways, possessed. He found himself skipping work and going to a dirty tattoo parlor where he got a pig tattooed on his chest, a tramp stamp that said ‘Dirty Slut’ and got his nipples and ears pierced. When he went to pay the man, the guy gave him some rings for his nipples and said an anonymous friend paid for it already.

Feeling lucky, Kenny left the parlor, forgetting to put his clothes back on. He walked through the streets of New York knowing he was looking for someone but not sure who.

He bought himself a new pack of cigs and found himself soon arrested by the police for indecent exposure. A full day in jail passed, with Kenny still in a haze until someone came and bailed him out. When he saw who had paid to get him out, he knew the guy right away. It was Anthony, his next door neighbor. Anthony, a nigger and fag. Anthony, who also happened to be a co-worker. Anthony, who’s real name had to be master, for now that’s all Kenny could think to call him.

He went home with Anthony, where he found himself another sex slave. Happy to do any humiliating thing to please Master. He regularly found himself sucking his master or his master's friend's dicks, or getting fucked in the ass, and eating and drinking as much human waste as master and friends had to offer. He also found he was not the only slave, Anthony had millions of packs of special cigarettes which he used to turn masculine, bully's into dick slaves. Kenny would be there for only a month before Master Anthony sold him to another guy to keep. Kenny was Anthony’s 250th sale.

 

Newberry, Mississippi

Tyrell’s big brother had gone missing years ago, and it had always nagged at him. The cops had done nothing about it, they said there was no proof that he hadn’t wanted to go missing. So, the summer after finishing college, Tyrell decided to go on a road trip just himself, like his brother did, and follow the same route, he was hopeful he would find out once and for all just what happened to his beloved brother.

Halfway through the trip, Tyrell came across a backroad southern town in Mississippi that had a spooky vibe. It was late at night and he knew if he didn’t get some sleep then he would end up wrecking his vehicle. And since google told him there wasn’t any lodging for a good forty miles, he decided to park off to the side of the deserted road and get some shut eye. The next morning, he woke up to find a tattooed blonde dude looking in at him through his window. The white guy told him to get out and strip, and to Tyrell’s dismay he found himself obeying.

“How lucky am I just to stumble upon a new slave,” the guy said as he told Tyrell to follow him.

Tyrell was angry and tried to get out of whatever was going on as they walked down the old road.

“You can’t do this,” Tyrell yelled.

“Of course I can,” the man said, “and the name’s Masta’ to
you.”

Then to prove just how much control he had over this black man, the Masta’ forced Tyrell to get on his knees and give him a blowjob. Tyrell quickly figured out that it was impossible to disobey.

After seeding Tyrell’s mouth, the man forced Tyrell to strip nude. He then led them to his home which he explained was now going to be Tyrell’s home also. Outside he hosed Tyrell down with piss, a way of ‘marking his property’ the Masta’ said.

Throughout the rest of the day, Tyrell found himself being introduced to the new life he would be living and the terrible secrets of this small town called Newberry. In this town, slavery had never went away, it was still going strong into the twenty-first century. But blacks weren’t used for labor here, they were nothing more pets, pleasure toys, and maids here for the white man.

That evening, close to dusk, Tyrell was out on the front porch nursing on his Masta’s erection who was sitting on the wooden swing. It was to Tyrell’s horror that he finally found his missing brother Jerome, with a collar around his neck, on his hands and knees, being walked down the street by Masta’s neighbor as if Jerome was a dog. Tyrell would eventually get plenty of time to get reacquainted with his brother when their Mastas bring them together for playdates.