Drew said nothing. He figured he probably was.
“I mean, man like me, I never had no choice. Born where I was, who I was, ain’t but one way I was ever going be anything but shit. So I took it.”
Marcus shook his head. “But you? Shit, you got a trust fund daddy, a pretty little suburban mommy, schooling all paid for, not a care in the world. And fuck, you’re white. All you had to do was not fuck up royally, and you’d be set for life.”
Marcus swung the file, hard and fast, down on the battered table top. Thunk.
“Except you did fuck up royally, didn’t you?”
Drew hung his head.
But Marcus wasn’t done. “You know what would happen to you in prison? Cute little white boy like you? You’d be a prize. You’re narrow little ass would be worth a carton of smokes. Maybe two.”
“At least till you got used up. Then you’d just get passed around, for any hard ass who had a mind to, and a hard cock.”
Drew felt Marcus’s eyes on him. Heavy, measuring. He wished he were somewhere else, anywhere else. He wished he could go back in time to before he met Sharlynne, at the strip club. Wished he could have resisted her charms, her sweet ass, the way her mouth made him cum like a geyser.
Marcus was looking at him, kind of like a little kid with a magnifying glass looks at an ant. Insignificant, but interesting. And completely at his mercy. And then Marcus seemed to decide something. He stood up, and stepped to Drew, closing the gap.
“You know what I’m gonna do for you, white boy? I’m gonna give you a life lesson. Give you a look at your future, if you don’t get your shit sorted out. Assuming you live through this, that is.”
And, to Drew’s horror, Marcus unzipped his jeans. Reached inside, and fished out the biggest, blackest cock Drew had ever seen. It was a huge slab of meat, heavily veined, with a massive girth. It was only about half hard, but even as Drew watched it kept getting stiffer. And bigger.
“Hell, boy, don’t get scared. You end up inside, some of those guys are even bigger than me. Not many, but a few.”
Marcus moved closer still. His cock was only an inch from Drew’s tightly closed lips.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you, but what you want to do is make me happy. What you sure as hell don’t want to do, is make me unhappy. You got that?”
Drew couldn’t take his eyes off that cock. Christ, it would be enough to choke a whale! Marcus couldn’t be serious, could he?
Oh, yeah. Marcus was serious.
And what choice did Drew have? Marcus held his life in his hands. Could probably snap his neck with two fingers. Drew nodded.
Marcus closed the last inch of distance. The crown of his cock bumped into Drew’s lips. It felt hot, and a tiny drop of moisture smeared across Drew’s lips.
Drew didn’t want to. He didn’t. But he didn’t want Marcus unhappy, either. He opened his mouth, leaned forward, and took the head of Marcus’s big cock into his mouth. Even just the head was huge, and Drew had to open his mouth wide. His lips slid over the velvet tip, tasting cock for the very first time.
It was salty and a little musky and… not bad. Not bad at all, really.
Marcus bucked his hips, and drove about half of his shaft into Drew’s mouth. Drew almost gagged, but managed to get himself under control. His lips were stretched wide around the black man’s impressive girth, and his tongue was pressed hard against the underside of the big cock. Drew breathed through his nose, not moving, his mouth beyond full.
“You gotta do better, boy,” Marcus said. “Whyn’t you suck it like your life depends on it?” Cuz your life does depend on it. Marcus didn’t say that last part of it out loud, but it was there, hanging in the room.
Marcus flexed his hips again, not quite so deep this time.
Drew bobbed his head forward, feeling that massive shaft slip past his lips. He pushed forward more, taking as much of the man as he could. He would never be able to take it all, he knew. Even if he somehow managed to take it down his throat, the damn monster would choke him!
Marcus grunted, not seeming too pleased with Drew’s effort.
Drew bobbed his head, again, locking his lips hard around Marcus. He could feel Marcus’s velvet shaft against his tongue, his lips. He thought back to Sharlynne, who had given him the best blowjob he had ever had. She had used her tongue a lot, and her hands. Drew couldn’t use his hands, still bound, but he started to use his tongue more. Swirling around Marcus’s bulbous head, flicking at the sensitive little spot on the underside, just behind the head. Sucking, sucking hard.
Marcus grunted again, but he seemed happier now.
His ebony cock was shiny, glistening with Drew’s saliva. The big man took hold of Drew’s head, and began to fuck into his mouth, faster and faster. Drew did the best he could, lips pursed and locked, tongue working, licking, swirling, careful with his teeth. Drool coated the big cock, and drizzled out of Drew’s mouth and down his chin.
Marcus was grunting with each thrust now. Burying himself in Drew’s warm tight mouth, over and over, just deep enough not to gag him.
“You getting it now, boy. Keep this up, and I’m gonna give you a treat.”
Drew kept sucking, as hard as he could. He knew what was going to happen, and knew there was nothing he could do about it. Marcus still had a hold of his head, and was driving harder and harder into him. Wet slurping sounds competed with Marcus’s grunts, and Drew realized those other sounds were coming from him.
Suddenly Marcus threw back his head and groaned. Drew felt the pulse and throb of the other man’s cock, and then suddenly his mouth was full of hot creamy jets of jizz, shooting into his mouth, lancing against the back of this throat. Drew had no choice, and swallowed as much of the huge load as he could. Marcus seemed to blast him, over and over again, more cum than Drew thought was possible. He felt some dribbling down the corners of his mouth. The taste of it overwhelmed him, strong and musky, with a faint tang.
Marcus pulled his cock out of Drew’s mouth. It made a soft wet sound.
Drew swallowed again, and licked around his lips. Even as it softened, Marcus’s cock looked massive. There were still traces of cum oozing from his tip. It was hard to believe he’d had that cock in his mouth. Made Marcus ejaculate, and swallowed his cum.
“Well, that was little better,” Marcus said. “And you go inside, at least you get plenty practice.”
Marcus took himself in hand, and smacked Drew’s face with his cock. It was so big, so heavy, it hurt almost as much as the previous slaps had.
“Clean me up,”
It was hard, with his hands still tied. Drew used his tongue, and licked the length of Marcus’s thick shaft. Laved the crown with his tongue, collecting every trace of cum. Drew it back into his mouth, and swallowed again.
Drew pulled back. At least it was done. And really, had it been that bad? And Marcus’s cum, hadn’t that actually tasted kind of… good. Thick and salty, and a little musky….
Drew realized Marcus was staring at him. With a knowing smirk on his face.
Marcus pulled out his phone, and checked it.
“We still waiting, boy. And you still got a chance to make Marcus happy.”
Marcus reached for his belt. And this time, undid his pants completely, and pulled them all the way down. Boxers, too.
Drew tried not to stare, but couldn’t help himself. Marcus, and his big cock, dangling right in front of him. His big heavy balls, nestled tightly underneath. Rock hard thighs, lean and powerful.
Marcus turned his back. Stood there for a moment, flexing, clenching his muscles.