Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between men. Do not read if you are under 18 years of age. This story uses British English.
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Author: Bttm Collins
Jason had arrived the night before in the bustling noisy Nigerian city of Lagos. The flight from London was great -- he was, after all, travelling in business class. Jason's boss had been impressed with his sales recently and recommended Jason visit their clients in Nigeria to renew their contract for another year. Jason was only 21, fresh out of university, and though only being an intern he had been given this great responsibility as a mark of his talents. If he could get the contract signed, then he would surely get a permanent role in the company and hopefully that juicy bonus.
The sun was high, and the bustling streets of Lagos were alive with energy. Jason arrived at the sleek office building, his nerves jangling with a mix of excitement and anxiety. He was led to a conference room where he was to deliver his presentation. As he stepped inside, he was met with a sea of handsome Nigerian men, all impeccably dressed and radiating confidence. He felt intimidated, but their beaming welcoming smiles made the young man feel at ease.
Jason's eyes were drawn immediately to the man sitting directly in front of him - Mr Issac Olowe. He was the CEO, the main man to impress. Issac was who Jason needed to win over to secure the contract. Roughly in his late forties, Issac was an imposing figure, the buttons of his shirt struggled to contain his broad muscular chest. He was tall, dwarfing Jason, with piercing dark eyes and a deep rumbling voice. He had a bit of a belly, however his arms were huge.
The older man sat with his legs wide open, exuding a raw, magnetic presence that commanded the room. Jason's eyes looked down; the bulge in Isaac's trousers was impossible to ignore. He quickly diverted his eyes, clearing his throat, but as he began his presentation, his eyes kept drifting back to Issac. There was something about the man's masculinity that mesmerised him, a powerful allure that made it hard to focus.
Flustered, Jason stumbled over his words, his face flushing redder than his hair. He tried to concentrate on the slides, but his mind kept wandering. Issac's presence was intoxicating, a force that pulled at him irresistibly.
After what felt like an eternity, Jason concluded his presentation. The room erupted in applause, but he barely heard it. His eyes were locked on Issac, who gave him a slow, approving nod.
"Thank you for that comprehensive overview," Issac said, his deep voice resonating through the room. Jason's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. Issac's gaze was intense, almost as if he could see right through him.
As the meeting dispersed, Issac approached Jason. "You did well," he said. "Let's discuss the details in my office later, say around 4pm."
Jason nodded, unable to find his voice.
Returning to his hotel, his mind was in turmoil. He knew this assignment would change his career, and he was willing to do anything to get it successfully signed. After freshening up, Jason was ready for the follow up meeting.
He arrived at Issac's office, ready to finalise the contract details. He sat outside, waiting to be called in.
"Mr Olowe will see you now" said the stern receptionist.
Jason walked into Issac's office. It was spacious and elegant, with a large window offering a stunning view of Lagos. Issac sat behind his desk, his presence commanding even in the relaxed setting. He looked up and smiled as Jason entered.
Issac's eyes were locked on the red-haired Jason as he stood in front of him, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit. The crisp white shirt clung to Jason's slim frame, accentuating his youthful physique. The suit jacket, meticulously cut, highlighted his shoulders and chest, while the tight trousers showcased every contour of his legs and, most provocatively, his cute pert ass.
To Issac, Jason was like a walking temptation, a vision of pristine allure that stirred something primal within him. The way the trousers hugged Jason's ass left little to the imagination, each movement accentuating the curve of his buttocks. His form a perfect blend of elegance and provocative charm.
Issac's thoughts were consumed by the sight of the young Englishman. He could feel a deep, almost visceral desire bubbling within him. Jason's suit, though elegantly formal, seemed to intensify Issac's untamed instinct. The way the boy's clothes fit so snugly on his slender frame, highlighting his youthful curves and innocent demeanour, was a powerful lure, igniting Issac's fantasies. A red flag to this bull.
In Issac's mind, the sight of Jason in that tight-fitting suit was more than just an aesthetic pleasure -- it was an irresistible temptation. He imagined the sensation of unfastening those crisp, perfectly aligned buttons, the thrill of peeling away the layers to reveal the vulnerable, eager young man beneath. Jason's presence was a catalyst for Issac's raw desire, his youthful allure making him both an object of lust and an object to be dominated.
"Sit down," Issac said, gesturing to a comfortable chair across from his desk. Jason obeyed, his heart pounding. Issac's eyes bore into him, and for a moment, neither spoke.
"Jason," Issac began, his voice smooth and authoritative, "I want to sign this contract, but in Nigeria we have our traditions. As your client you need to demonstrate how much you value us, and me. Do you understand?"
Jason nodded. He remembered his manager giving him a brief before he left London to treat Mr Olowe and Nigerian cultural traditions with respect. He mentioned to Jason that he'll need to accommodate Issac's needs and do anything to renew this contract.
"What would you like?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Issac leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "In my culture, it is a sign of respect to your elders to give them a foot massage."
Jason blinked, taken aback by the unusual request. "A foot massage?" he echoed.
Issac nodded, his gaze unwavering, as he raised his legs onto a cushion footstool. "Yes boy. It's considered disrespectful to turn that request down. To be asked should be considered an honour."
Jason hesitated, his mind flashed back to his girlfriend back in England. This was crossing a line, but the allure of Issac's authority and presence was overpowering. Reluctantly, he nodded and moved to kneel in front of Issac.
His hands trembled as he unlaced Issac's polished shoes, carefully slipping them off. The scent of leather filled his nostrils, mingling with a hint of Issac's cologne. He pulled off Issac's socks, revealing his large manly feet.
"Good," Issac murmured, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Now, begin."
Jason's fingers pressed into Issac's soles, the skin warm and firm beneath his touch. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind was a whirl of confusion. Each press of his fingers seemed to draw him deeper into a trance, the act of serving Issac becoming strangely satisfying.
Issac let out a low sigh, his muscles relaxing under Jason's skilled soft hands. "You're good at this," he said, his voice softer now, almost intimate.
As the minutes stretched on, Jason lost himself in the rhythm of the massage. Issac's sighs and murmurs signalling approval. The young man felt a strange mix of satisfaction and anticipation as he finished the foot massage. Just as he began to rise, Issac's firm hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Wait," Issac said, his voice low and authoritative. "There's more."
Jason's heart pounded in his chest. He looked up at Isaac, his eyes wide with nervousness.
"Suck my toes," Issac ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Jason's mind raced. This was crossing another line, a line he had never imagined crossing. He thought of his girlfriend, her kind smile and gentle touch, and what she would think of this odd request. But here, under Issac's dominant presence, Jason felt an undeniable urge to obey. Remembering his duty, his need to respect Nigerian culture, and the desire to get this contract signed.
Slowly, he lowered his head, his hands trembling as he grasped Issac's foot. He brought it to his lips, his breath hot and ragged. Hesitating for just a moment, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Issac's toes, the sensation foreign and exhilarating.
Issac let out a low, satisfied sigh, his eyes never leaving Jason's face. "Good boy," he murmured, the words sending a shiver down Jason's spine.
Jason's tongue darted out, tracing the contours of Issac's toes. The taste was unfamiliar, a manly musk, but he found himself growing more aroused with each passing second. He sucked gently, his tongue swirling around each toe, driven by a desire to please this powerful man before him. The atmosphere in the room grew charged with a tension that was both thrilling and overwhelming.
As Jason sucked on Issac's toes, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The guilt over betraying his girlfriend was overshadowed by the intoxicating feeling of submission and the need to serve the older man. Each moan of pleasure from Issac fuelled the young man, pushing him to new depths of surrender.
Finally, Issac gently pulled his foot away. Jason looked up, his eyes glazed with a mixture of shame and satisfaction. Issac's gaze was softer now, almost affectionate.
"You've done well, Jason," Issac said, his deep voice reverberating in the white boy. "You're learning what it means to serve. Remember this moment."
Jason nodded, "Thank you sir".
The air in Issac's office was thick with tension as Jason sat back, his heart racing from the intensity of the moment. Just as he began to gather his composure, Issac's hand shot out, grabbing Jason's tie with a firm grip.
"Not so fast," Issac said, his voice dripping with authority. He stood up, the movement fluid and commanding, and pulled Jason toward him, using the tie like a leash. Jason stumbled to his knees, his face now level with Issac's imposing bulge.
The scent of the older black man's musk was overpowering, filling Jason's senses and clouding his thoughts. He felt a strange, intoxicating pull, a desire to surrender completely to the Nigerian.
Issac's free hand rested on Jason's head, guiding him closer. Jason's breath quickened. The proximity to Issac's manhood and the heat radiating from the impressive bulge was palpable. The young straight white boy began to feel his resolve waver.
Tentatively, Jason reached up, his fingers trembling as they made contact with the older man's trousers. The hard outline of Issac's impressive bulge pressed against his palm, and he couldn't help but be mesmerised by its presence. He looked up at the older man, seeking approval, and found it in the man's intense gaze.
Slowly, Jason leaned in, his lips brushing against the fabric. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down his spine. He kissed Issac's manhood through the cloth. The scent of Issac's musk was overwhelming, intoxicating him further.
Issac's hand tightened on Jason's tie, urging him on. "That's it, boy," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "Show me how much you want to serve."
Jason grew bolder, his lips moving with increasing confidence over the fabric. He could feel Issac's arousal growing beneath his touch, and it fuelled his desire to please the older man before him. The line between duty and desire blurred, and Jason found himself lost in the moment. He knew he was crossing a line, but the thrill of serving this Nigerian man outweighed any guilt or hesitation. The taste of the black man's manhood, even through the cloth, was addicting, and Jason craved more.
Issac's breathing grew heavier, moaning and grinning as he looked down at the white boy on his knees. The older man's approval was a heady drug, and Jason wanted nothing more than to earn it. He nuzzled against the black man's pulsating bulge, his lips and tongue working in unison to worship the man before him.
Issac's hand moved to his belt, the sound of the buckle echoing in the silence of the room. Jason's breath caught in his throat, anticipation and excitement warring within him. As Issac's trousers loosened, Jason knew there was no turning back. He was committed to serving this man, to exploring the depths of his own desires, and to embracing his new role.
As the trousers parted, Issac's manhood sprang free, its impressive size and thickness making Jason instantly gasp. The cut black dick was 10 inches long, dark and menacing, with a thick girth. Jason had never been this close to another man, but the magnetic pull of the throbbing black cock and the powerful allure of his masculinity were undeniable.
Issac's hand rested on Jason's head, fingers threading through his soft red hair with a firm yet gentle grip.
"Go on, boy," he urged, his voice a low rumble of command and approval. "Show me how much you want to serve."
Jason leaned in, pressing his lips to the tip, a tentative kiss before parting his lips as he took in the sight before him. The heady musk of Issac's dark meat filled his senses, an intoxicating blend of masculinity that made him dizzy with desire. The older man's approving groan spurred the young man on, giving him the confidence to continue. He kissed and licked his way down the full length of the black dick, his tongue exploring every inch with reverence, desperate to taste the Nigerian meat. Issac's hand tightened in the boy's hair, guiding him, encouraging him.
"That's it, boy," Issac murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. "A pretty ginger English boy with my cock in his mouth looks damn good from here."
The words sent a thrill through Jason, igniting a deeper longing to please. He took Issac's cock into his mouth, the sheer size stretching his lips and filling his mouth completely. He moved slowly at first, finding a rhythm that elicited more moans of approval from Issac.
Issac's hips began to move, a subtle thrusting that matched Jason's eagerness as he sucked the black dick. Jason's hands gripped Issac's thighs, holding on as he bobbed his head, taking Issac deeper with each movement. The taste, the scent, the feel of the big black rod overwhelmed him, but he was determined to prove himself worthy of this alpha man.
Issac's moans grew louder, his control slipping as Jason continued to serve him with unwavering devotion. "You're a natural, boy," he said, his voice rough with lust. "I knew you'd be perfect for this. White boys usually are."
Jason increased his pace, his mouth and tongue working in tandem to bring Issac pleasure. The older man tightened his grip on Jason's tie, forcing his cock further down the boy's throat. Issac grinned as he watched Jason gag and choke on this thick black meat. With his other hand firmly on the back of Jason's head, he pulled the white boy closer, his dick now fully down the boy's throat. With Jason firmly in place, Issac began fucking the boy's mouth. Tears streamed down Jason's face, wincing as he struggled with the thick pole.
"That's it boy, take this dick." He boomed, quickening his pace. "Show me respect boy! Show me your place". Jason cried out as the older man face fucked him, saliva dripped from his red lips.
Issac's breathing grew ragged, his muscles tensing as he neared his climax. "I'm close, boy," he warned, his grip on the boy's head tightening. "Don't stop. That's it, boy."
Jason didn't need to be told twice. He redoubled his efforts, taking Issac as deep as he could, his throat constricting around the hard pulsating dick.
With a final, grunting moan, Issac came, filling Jason's mouth with thick wads of creamy nutt. Pulling the boy's head back, he continued to shoot, covering the boy's face with streams of his seed. Jason swallowed instinctively, the taste of Issac's essence a potent reminder of the power dynamic between them. He continued to suck and lick, milking every last drop from the shiny tip, until Issac finally pulled him away.
The older man's cum slowly ran down the pretty white boy's face. A mark of his subservience to the black alpha. Jason's tongue licked any of the black seed that approached his mouth as he sat back on his heels, panting and flushed.
"Stand Up!" The command left Jason no option but to obey as Issac stepped closer. His fingers traced the lapel of Jason's suit jacket, before he grabbed it and pulled it off. Jason just stood there, as his jacket was discarded on the floor. The older man's hands roamed over Jason's body, caressing his sides and tracing the slender lines of the boy.
The imposing black man towered over Jason, making him feel vulnerable in his presence. Jason stood motionless as he allowed Issac to explore and appreciate his youthful body. Jason's breath quivered at the contact, a shiver of excitement coursing through him. His heart pounding as the older man's large hands slid down to cup his round, pert buttocks, squeezing them gently. A primal grunt escaped Issac, pulling the boy with animalistic desire close to his warm body. Their faces were now inches apart, and Jason could see the smouldering desire in Issac's eyes. The older man's member became aroused again, pressing insistently against the white boy.
"You look perfect like this," Issac whispered, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and lust. "There's something about the contrast. Between your neat, unspoilt exterior, and the raw, primal lust beneath, waiting to be owned" he continued, squeezing Jason's butt harder. "It's irresistible."
Jason's breath came in shallow gasps, as he submitted to Issac's presence. He nodded, unable to find his voice but wanting to convey his complete eagerness to please, his willingness to do whatever it takes.
Issac's hand move slowly up the boy's body, landing on his smooth neck. Jason inhaled deeply as Issac squeezed his throat. "And I love knowing that you're mine to break in." Issac grinned, a slow, satisfied smile that made Jason's heart skip a beat.
Issac took a step back, his gaze sweeping over Jason's form.He admired the prettiness of the boy: his soft smooth skin; red hair; and innocent blue eyes. This white boy was a red flag to a bull like Issac. Issac's eyes lingered on Jason's figure, taking in the way his suit fit his slender frame. "It turns me on," Issac continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "seeing you like this, looking so proper and composed, yet knowing that underneath, you're so eager to serve."
Jason swallowed hard, the intensity of Issac's gaze and the raw desire in his voice making his pulse race. He felt an intoxicating blend of pride and submission.
Issac's eyes darkened with intent as he grabbed Jason's tie tightly, leading the boy toward the imposing oak desk in his office. Without a word, Issac turned Jason around and bent him over the polished surface of the office desk. With a firm forceful hand, Issac pushed the boy down, the cool surface of the desk pressing against Jason's chest and cheek. The air between them crackled with electricity, a heady mix of dominance and submission.
"Don't move boy," Issac commanded, his voice a low growl of authority that sent a shiver down Jason's spine, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Issac's hands roamed over Jason's back, tracing the lines of the slender boy. "Such a pretty young boy, but now it's time to show you what it truly means to serve an alpha."
He felt Issac's hands on his waist, steady and unyielding, and then with a swift, decisive motion, his hand slapped down hard on Jason's ass. The sound of the slap echoed around the room. The boy cried out with both pain and pleasure. Issac spanked him again, harder this time, the stinging pain making the boy moan. The black man repeated to slap the young white boy's ass, each smack firm and deliberate, sending a jolt through Jason's body, until he trembled with a strange, exhilarating blend of sensations.
"That's a good boy," Issac murmured, delivering another firm smack. "You need to learn your place."
Jason bit his lip, the mix of pain and pleasure confusing and arousing him. Issac's hands moved to the waistband of Jason's trousers, deftly unbuttoning his trousers. With a tug, he pulled them down, exposing Jason's pert, white buttocks. Issac took a moment to admire the sight, licking his lips at the virgin ass, now red from the spanking. The vulnerability of his position making Jason acutely aware of Issac's dominance.
Issac's large hands roamed over Jason's exposed flesh, caressing and squeezing, taking his time to appreciate the sight before him, his touch both possessive and tender. "Perfect," he whispered, almost to himself, as he continued to explore Jason's body. He delivered a few more sharp spanks, this time from the back of his hand, each one eliciting a soft moan from Jason.
"Such a beautiful sight," Issac said, almost to himself. "A white boy, bent over, ready to serve."
Jason's body responded to Issac's touch, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through him. He felt Issac's hands gripping his hips, the heat of the older man's body pressing against him, a powerful reminder of the Nigerian's control and authority.
Issac grabbed Jason's tie again, using it as a leash to pull Jason's head back slightly. "Look at me," Issac commanded. Jason craned his neck to meet Issac's gaze, his eyes wide with a mix of fear, desire, and anticipation. The dominant man's expression was one of fierce intensity, his eyes dark with lust. "You're mine, boy. My bitch. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
Issac's dominant presence overwhelmed him, making Jason feel small and submissive. He noticed a satisfied, almost predatory glint in Issac's eyes; the powerful man clearly revelling in the moment.
Issac leaned in, his breath hot against Jason's ear. "I'm going to make you mine, boy," he whispered. "I'm going to stretch you open and break in your sweet virgin pussy. You'll submit yourself to me. Submit to my thick black dick. Understood."
"Yes sir" replied Jason meekly.
Issac positioned himself behind Jason, his thick African cock had now returned to its majestic full length. Veins throbbed along the length of the dart meat. The cock glistened with Jason's salvia, the head shiny and menacing. The older man grabbed hard the boy's white cheeks, sliding his manhood along Jason's crack and back. As his cock moved back and forth, Issac imagined his dick penetrating this virgin boy, seeing how deep inside his manhood would go. The thick slab of meat exuded African masculinity.
Pulling the ass open, Issac revealed the boy's unspoilt pussy. He spat directly on the hole, and spat again, globules of spit running down Jason's crack. The older man pressed his cock against Jason's entrance, massaging his spit into the pink opening. The restrained Jason choked as Issac pulled him back with his tie, asserting his dominance as his large head began opening up the boy.
"You're mine now," Issac growled, as his manhood pushed past the tight ring of muscle.
Jason cried out, the sudden, intense pain of being penetrated overwhelmed him. Holding the boy in place, the older man was able to force his dick further in. Inch by slow inch, the thick black cock stretched the boy open beyond his expectations. Issac paused, allowing Jason to adjust, but his grip on the boy's tie and ass remained firm, a constant reminder of his control.
Slowly, Issac pushed deeper, his thick length stretching Jason open. The pain was sharp and unyielding, but beneath it, Jason felt a flicker of pleasure, a strange thrill at being claimed so completely by this powerful African man.
As Isaac's dick pushed fully in, balls deep, the black alpha let out a rumbling deep roar. Another conquest. Another white boy broken in. Tears streamed down Jason's face, unable to cope with the pain, and unable to move held firm in the Nigerian's grasp. Having taken the full length of the older man's dick, Jason had admitted his submission to the raw masculinity of the black alpha. Acknowledging he would submit willingly to the needs and desires of the older man.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a slight edge of pain that quickly melted into pure ecstasy. Issac moved with a deliberate rhythm, each slow thrust deep and powerful, driving Jason against the desk. The tie tightened around Jason's neck, reminding the boy of his place.
With swift, powerful thrusts, Jason's young hole opened up. The pain was sharp, but it quickly gave way to a deep, aching pleasure. The older man's movements began to become aggressive and relentless, with each thrust driving Jason further and further into being the Nigerian's bitch.
Issac's grip on Jason's tightened. His fingers squeezed tightly into the white flesh of the boy's ass. He used his strong grip on the boy and the tie-leash to control Jason's movements, reinforcing his dominance. "Take it, boy," Issac growled, his voice filled with raw power. "Feel the strength of a black alpha claiming you. Owning you."
Jason's world narrowed to the sensations coursing through his body. The pain and pleasure melded together, each thrust sending waves of conflicting emotions through him. He felt himself being pounded into submission, his will bending under the force of Issac's masculinity as the thick black dick pummelled his pussy continually.
"Fuck me harder sir!" The youth begged, relishing his role as the African's bitch.
Issac moved with a brutal rhythm, each thrust hard and deep, driving himself into Jason with an almost animalistic fervour. The older man's pace quickened, his breathing heavy and ragged, as he drilled into the boy with a relentless intensity. Jason's cries filling the office with a symphony of submission and obedience.
"You're mine, boy" Issac repeated, his voice a guttural growl. "My bitch. My submissive white boy."
Jason's body responded to Issac's every command. He felt himself surrendering completely, his body and soul bending to Issac's will. The older man's dominance was absolute, a force that Jason could neither resist nor deny, not that he'd want to.
"Yes daddy, fuck me deeper. Fuck me harder" Jason begged, as his pussy was completing borken in, taking the full 10 inch black cock deep and hard repeatedly. Jason wanted it. He needed it. His young hole no longer stung, instead relishing the thick veiny dark meat ramming inside him. The pleasure was intense. The boy lusting to feel every inch of the older man.
Jason's hands gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles white from the effort. He pushed back against Issac's thrusts, meeting each one with a moan of surrender. Each strike reinforcing the bond of dominance and submission under the onslaught of Issac's raw masculinity. Jason's moans grew louder, as Issac continued to ram into the white ass, his thrusts becoming more and more aggressive. Beating the boy into submission as he hammered his black cock into the pink boy pussy.
"Take it, boy," Issac growled. "You're my fuck toy. My white bitch."
Issac's hand roamed over Jason's back, occasionally delivering sharp, stinging slaps to the boy's ass. He spanked the boy repeatedly as he ploughed deep into the boy's pussy.
"You're nothing but my bitch," Issac spat, his voice filled with a sadistic pleasure. "A pretty white boy to take my cock."
Jason's moans grew louder, a mixture of pain and reluctant pleasure. He felt used, violated, every thrust from Issac reinforcing his role as nothing more than a toy for the older man's desires. Each word sent a shiver through Jason, the reality of his situation sinking in. He was completely at Issac's mercy, his body a vessel for the older man's pleasure.The sheer force of Issac's thrusts left him breathless, his body shaking with each powerful movement.
The older man increased his fucking of the white boy, heaving and breathing deeply as he approached climax. The pounding was aggressive and hard, and Jason wondered how much longer his young virgin ass could take the relentless onslaught of the Nigerian alpha. With a final, powerful thrust, Issac roared as he shot his thick creamy load into the boy. The sensation pushed Jason over the edge as well, his own release a wave of pleasure that left him trembling and breathless. Issac thrust himself deep and hard a few more times as he shot more of his load, claiming the white boy. The thick nutt filled Jason's ass, a potent reminder of his submission.
They stayed like that for a moment, bodies entwined, breaths mingling. Jason remained bent over the desk, his breath coming in heavy, uneven gasps. The intensity of their encounter had left him both exhilarated and deeply aware of his place in this dynamic. The older man's heavy breathing and satisfied sighs pleased Jason, as he lay pressed against the desk with Issac's cock still buried deep inside him.
Issac, still catching his breath, adjusted his clothes and took a step back, his thick black cock slid out the white boy's pussy. Jason gasped, his gaping hole now sore and red. Issac stood back, his gaze never leaving the youth, as his dark eyes filled with a satisfied and possessive gleam. He looked with admiration at the white boy, still bent over the desk, cheeks red from the spanking and thrusting, his ruined hole leaking thick nutt.
"Good boy," Issac murmured. "Now, show me just how dedicated you are."
Jason, eager to fully embrace his role and the pleasure of serving Issac, slowly turned around and got on his knees. His eyes locked onto Issac's manhood, which was now dripping with cum. The sight of it, still glistening with their combined juices, was enticing for the young boy. Jason leaned in to Issac's erect member. He looked up at Isaac, seeking permission, and received a nod of approval.
Jason opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, carefully lapping at the droplets of cum that clung to Issac's manhood. He worked methodically, his tongue and lips cleaning every inch of the black cock with tender precision, his movements both loving and submissive. Taking the cock in his mouth to suck up and swallow the cum and juices on the black alpha's throbbing black dick.
Issac watched with a satisfied smile, his hand resting lightly on Jason's head. "You're proving yourself to be quite the submissive," he said, his voice thick with approval. "I love seeing you embrace your role so fully."
Jason's heart swelled at the praise, intensifying his efforts, determined to demonstrate his complete submission. He continued to clean Issac of the mixture of his ass juices and cum, swallowing eagerly.
As Jason finished his task, he looked up at Issac with a mixture of pride and longing. The act of cleaning him had become more than just a physical act; it was a symbol of his final, wholehearted submission to the black alpha male who had so deeply captivated him.
Issac's gaze was intense and commanding, his satisfaction clear in the way he looked at Jason. The black alpha's eyes held a mix of approval and possessiveness, his dominance over Jason evident in every subtle gesture. With a slow, deliberate motion, Issac spat directly into Jason's face.
The warm, wet sensation of Issac's saliva landing on his face was shocking. Jason's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and submission washing over him. Before he could react, Issac spat again, this time letting the saliva land on Jason's open mouth. The act was raw and unmistakable, a powerful symbol of Issac's dominance and control.
Jason's breath caught in his throat as he felt the fluid trickle down his lips. His eyes met Isaacs, and he saw the dark, satisfied glint in the older man's eyes. The act of being spat upon was deeply humbling, but also intensely exhilarating. It reinforced the power dynamic between them in a way that words alone could not.
Issac's expression remained one of fierce authority as he watched Jason's reaction. "This is how I claim you," Issac said, his voice a low, resonant growl. "This is how you acknowledge your place."
Jason, still on his knees, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He felt the warmth of Issac's saliva on his skin and the taste of it in his mouth. It was a potent, visceral dominant gesture of the white boy's submission to the older black man. With a submissive nod, Jason licked his lips, tasting the last remnants of Issac's essence. He swallowed, acknowledging the act as a final, definitive sign of his total submission.
Issac then quickly zipped up his trousers, buckling his belt, before walking behind his desk. "I'll sign the contract. I'll speak with your manager tomorrow". He then dismissed Jason. The boy had served his purpose. Issac looked forward to next year's intern seeking to renew the contract.
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