Snitches Get Dicks

 

The saying was snitches gets stitches, but Jacob and Malcom had a better way of dealing with nosy neighbors. Mark was one of those neighbors who had called the cops on them, thinking they were running a drug ring out of their house. What he didn’t realize was that they were doing something far more sinister. They were kidnapping white men and turning them into slaves that they then sold off. And when Mark tried to rat them out, he inadvertently volunteered himself to be their next slave. Sure they won’t get the money out of him a fresh college boy would get them, but he’ll still end up selling pretty well. That is after they have their fun with him. Hell, maybe they’ll keep him as one of their own house fags.

Black Owned Slave

I looked at the picture my brother text me and felt disgust, confusion and fear. Was this some kind of joke? Why did he look so happy? And why did it say ‘YUR NXT’ under the picture.

Then came the next picture, which was a close up of my brother taking a big fat black dick up his ass. I looked back at the first picture and realized that the man to my brother’s right was our high school science teacher Mr. Moore. My phone rang. It was my brother. I immediately told him to knock off whatever joke this was, but it wasn’t his voice, it was Mr. Moore’s voice, giving me instructions to meet them at our old high school gym at 8 pm. I could hear Liam’s voice in the background moaning like a bitch.

I don’t know why I obeyed. I didn’t plan on doing it, but still I somehow found myself standing in the gym at the time told to me. I watched as Mr. Moore and two other black men came waltzing in. My brother was with them, on his hands and knees, naked, collared and leashed, with a huge smile.

“Are you ready for your life of servitude to begin?” Mr. Moore asked me. He snapped his fingers and the next thing I knew I was smiling ear to ear, begging him to make me his slave. It wasn’t long before I was on my knees sucking black dick beside my brother, both loving and hating every second of it, knowing that this will be my life from now on.

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.