No seriously…if it wasn’t for Literotica, none of this would have happened.

Now in all fairness, some would argue it is my fault; as it was my own stupidity and my own weakness that led to this whole crazy mess; that said I wouldn’t change a single thing. I am just saying…it really never would have happened if it wasn’t for Literotica.

Now I suppose I should start by saying I had and still have a pretty good life. I am happily married to a beautiful woman named Maryanne who is 5’4, delicate olive skin, long dark brown hair, memorizing hazel eyes, a killer smile, small perky breasts and the thin body of a swimmer. I have a good job at a marketing company; my job is in design. As for me, a little short at 5’10, have fair skin, brown hair, blue eyes and I have a decent six inch cock. Unfortunately, I am also somewhat scrawny and thus have never been seen as a manly threat.

This whole sordid tale begins because of Literotica. I had been an avid reader for some time when I came across a gay story. Now actually if I must be exact on who to blame, beside blaming Literotica, I should also blame the author Watchdwag as well. I really enjoyed his ‘Seducing the Babysitter’ series and thus decided to read his ‘How I Became a Gay Cock Slut’. Now I honestly can say that I, at the time, had not even remotely considered another guy in my life. I just thought the title hilarious and thought reading about such a faggot would be entertaining. So imagine my surprise when my cock rose as I read about this straight guy who became a faggot and loved it. I was stunned when he was willing to be a cock sucker in front of his wife…and was really disappointed when there was no part two where he indeed submitted in front of his wife. Before I knew it I was often searching for stories about straight men who become little faggots. When I read John Hamilton’s ‘Becoming a Cock Slave’, I instantly got hard and wished I was the guy who submitted to this black master.

I soon began searching for stories about black men dominating white sissies. My addiction to these stories became somewhat disturbing as I began to search for black men on online chat-rooms. I found a few who verbally dominated me online and I could not even begin to explain how it turned me on. It always ended with me pumping my cock and shooting cum all over myself as the online black master called me faggot, sissy, cock sucker, and so forth. Now all that said, I still didn’t consider myself gay or even gay curious. These were just dirty fantasies. Don’t we all have some dark dirty perversion deep inside us?

Anyhow, that leads me to my actual story….

My addiction had become an obsession as I began to do chats while at work. I had met a few online Masters to dominate me, but then I met the perfect one. He was dominant and for some reason I felt compelled to actually really obey each command. I would check to see if he was online often and would always feel a tinge of disappointment when he was not online. I eventually had my chat on at all times, at the request of my online Black Master, as he insisted I be available every possible minute; he reminded me that I was simply his white fuck boy and it was my job to be ready to please at a seconds notice. I have my own office and thus have enough privacy to be able to be ready for him when he beckons.

Things began to change on Tuesday. I went online after a quick meeting about a new product line we were trying to win. Then just after ten I logged on.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: U there Master?

BigBlackRod: Yes faggot. R U wearing the pink panties and lace bra as instructed?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

BigBlackRod: The matching pink stockings, faggot?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master. They are underneath my suit.

BigBlackRod: Good slave. Take your shoes off, white boy.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, master.

BigBlackRod: R U wearing socks, cock-toy?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

BigBlackRod: Take them off now, cunt.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

BigBlackRod: Throw them in the garbage, sissy.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock:???, Master.

BigBlackRod: Do as U R told slut!!!

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

I don’t know why, but I actually obeyed and took off my socks and threw them in the garbage.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Done, Master.

You would think that I would pretend to obey, as this was just online role paly, but I obeyed, keeping my shoes right beside me so I could quickly slide them back on if I had to. I also really was wearing pink silk panties, the matching lace bra and pink stockings. I bought both at a lingerie store as instructed by my online Master.

BigBlackRod: Did u obey at the lingerie store, my pussy?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master. I tried on the panties, bra and stockings as instructed. I then asked the young girl, who was no more than twenty, how I looked in them.

BigBlackRod: And….

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: She asked why I was wearing them. So I explained that my Master had instructed me to. She gave me a quizzical look before saying ‘You look slutty.’ I responded, ‘My Master will be happy to hear it.’ I thanked her and went and changed.

BigBlackRod: Were u embarrassed?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

BigBlackRod: U WERE EMBARRASED PLEASING ME?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: No. No, no. I loved it. I was just being honest; I am very shy in real life.

BigBlackRod: I see.

There were a couple of minutes without a response and I began to fret. Had I upset him? My submissive online addiction had begun to ooze into my real personality, I realized.

BigBlackRod: I forgive u.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Thank u, Master. I don’t want to disappoint u.

BigBlackRod: Good homo, don’t let it happen again. There are many other white cock-suckers to please me if u can’t.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Sorry, Master. It will not happen again.

BigBlackRod: So did u lick your cum from your wife’s pussy as instructed?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

BigBlackRod: How did it taste?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Salty, Master.

BigBlackRod: Did u enjoy it?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes I did Master. It made my cock hard knowing that I was doing it for you.

BigBlackRod: Good cunt. U will get to prove your worth to me soon faggot.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master. I look forward to being used as the white faggot I am.

BigBlackRod: Good. Let’s see if that is true. How far R U willing 2 go to please ur Master faggot?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: To the ends of the earth, Master.

BigBlackRod: Good. Do not put your shoes back on, and go walk to your photocopying room and photocopy something. You must stop and talk to at least two people on this journey.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: OMG!

BigBlackRod: Do it NOW Bitch.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

I sighed. This is where the rubber hit the road. It was fine to be called a bunch of names; it was fine to eat my cum from my wife’s pussy; it was fine to pose in girlie lingerie like a slutty girl, but potentially having my obsessive perversion known at work was a whole different manner. So I put my shoes on and did the rest of what he commanded. It felt weird to walk in my shoes and just silk stockings. I ended up talking to my secretary Annie and to Eric, another designer like myself. I returned to my desk and lied to my online Master.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: I am back, Master.

BigBlackRod: Did u complete the task?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, I did Master.

BigBlackRod: LIAR.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Pardon, Master?

BigBlackRod: LIAR. I KNOW U DID NOT OBEY. U WORE YOUR SHOES.

Oh shit. How would he possibly know that? I assume he was just guessing, so I tried to keep up the lie.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: No, Master. I did as I was told.

BigBlackRod: SO U R GOING TO TELL UR MASTER THAT U TALKED WITH ANNIE WITH UR SHOES OFF AND ERIC AS WELL?

Oh fuck. I had never even told him where I worked. Nor had I ever given him any names of co-workers. My face went white. Oh shit, how the hell would he know those were the two people I talked to?

BigBlackRod: FAGGOT. COCK GOT UR TONGUE?

I had no idea how to react. My whole career was on the line now.

BigBlackRod: IF U DON”T RESPOND IN 5 SECONDS, I AM SENDING THIS TO YOUR BOSS…ROD ISN’T IT?

I instantly responded.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Sorry, it is just this is all a little overwhelming.

BigBlackRod: What is?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Well, I…U know where I work.

BigBlackRod: I know a lot about u faggot. Your wife, Maryanne, is 30 and works as a personal care assistant. You are older, 38 in fact. I know u really have obeyed all my commands, up until now that is.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: How do U know all this?

BigBlackRod: It is my job as your MASTER. When u agreed to be my slave, u became my property. U remember the oath u agreed to?

I had got the following email from him after our first online conversation:

From: BigBadJohn

To: WhiteFaggot567

March 14th, 2011

Please read and send back if u agree to be my personal slave.

Master,

I, _______________________________, swear to obey every command my MASTER instructs me to do. I promise to be online every day at some point to get new instructions. My sole responsibility in life now is as a cum bucket for my MASTER and will, when requested, drop everything to complete a task. I solemnly swear to obey every word and task my MASTER gives me and understand and accept any punishment that MASTER seems fit to dole out if I ever do not fulfill a task or disobey my MASTER.

If you agree to this oath, e-mail it back, with the understanding that every word in that oath MUST be true.

If you disagree with the oath, do not respond and I will move on to another white cock slave.

MASTER JOHN

I sent the e-mail back, but treated it like a game. I didn’t take it seriously, or ever consider it to be the gospel or that someday I would be held to it. I didn’t know him and he didn’t know me.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master

BigBlackRod: U BROKE IT.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes I did, Master.

BigBlackRod: U NEED 2 B PUNISHED…disobey again and the punishment will include ur wife.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: I understand, Master.

I was freaking out, but what could I do. Somehow, he was watching me.

BigBlackRod: Go ask Annie if there is a package for you.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: A package, Master.

BigBlackRod: Yes. I sent u a little something.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

BigBlackRod: And take your shoes off, if they are not off already.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master. BRB!

I took off my shoes again and opened my office door. I walked up to Annie’s desk and asked, “Annie, was there a package delivered for me today?”

Annie, a beautiful redhead in her mid twenties, and just oozing sex appeal, said, “Yes, Mr. Wilson, it came a few minutes ago.” She then handed me an unwrapped box and I gasped. It was a butt plug. She smiled and asked teasingly, “A gift for the wife?”

“Yeah,” I said, thinking she saved me from thinking up some lie. She also looked quizzically at my shoeless stocking-clad feet. I grabbed the toy, went back into my office and returned to my computer.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: I got the package.

BigBlackRod: Like it?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master. I have never used one of these before.

BigBlackRod: Put it in your ass.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Now?

BigBlackRod: Yes,faggot.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Ok, Master, just give me a second. I need to lock the door.

BigBlackRod: Don’t you dare, faggot.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: But someone could see?

BigBlackRod: Do u think I give a fuck?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: No, Master.

BigBlackRod: Now put the toy in ur ass NOW faggot.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

I took a deep breath and stood up. This was way too much. My career was at stake, yet my cock was fully erect in my pants. I pulled my pants down and panties down and awkwardly place it at my anal entrance. I, without instruction, sucked the toy a bit to get it at least a bit lubricated. The rubber tasted terrible.

BigBlackRod: Is it in your ass yet?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Not yet Master, I’m getting it lubricated.

BigBlackRod: And how r u doing that, faggot?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: By sucking on the toy, Master.

BigBlackRod: U really r a whore aren’t u?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

BigBlackRod: FUCK UR ASS NOW SISSY SLUT!!!

I obeyed. The pain was extreme as I slowly pushed the toy into my virgin ass. I had never had anything in my butt other than my finger last week at the demand of my Master. As I pushed the five inch toy deeper in me a pain so extreme shook my body.

BigBlackRod: Make sure it all gets in there faggot. MY cock is a lot bigger than that five inch toy. NOW PUMP IT IN AND OUT.

I gave out a moan, a mixture of intense pain and the subtle beginnings of pleasure, as I pumped the five inch toy in and out of my ass slowly.

BigBlackRod: You like that, don’t you faggot.

I didn’t answer, as I tried to focus on the toy in my ass.

BigBlackRod: Answer me whore.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master. It’s beginning to feel good.

The pleasure began to feel good, the pain simmering to a subtle inconvenience. I began to stroke my raging hard-on as I fucked my own ass.

BigBlackRod: STOP!!! Keep the toy in your ass and pull up your panties.

I sighed. I was close to cumming. I could have ignored the command and finished, but the thought of disobeying seemed so wrong. I obeyed and I pulled up my pants and awkwardly moved back to my desk.

BigBlackRod: SIT BACK DOWN.

I hesitated as I wondered how I was going to be able to sit with a toy in my ass.

BigBlackRod: NOW BITCH!

I did and gave out a yelp as the toy went deeper into me then I could even imagine.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: I am back again, Master.

BigBlackRod: How does your ass feel?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Ok, but it burns a bit.

BigBlackRod: Soon u will be taking much bigger things in that faggot ass. We need to get that ass loosened to take my big black cock.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

As I considered this I finally realized this internet role play, these fakes games, were now real and he probably was planning to fuck my ass.

BigBlackRod: Bounce up and down on your chair 5 times.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

I did as instructed, petrified of disobeying again. Each bounce sent a painful charge through my bottom. Any earlier pleasure faded quickly from the punishing assault of my ass.

BigBlackRod: Done?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

BigBlackRod: Hurt?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Immensely.

BigBlackRod: Don’t worry…eventually having a cock in your ass will be as casual as having lunch. And you will be having a lot of lunches!!!

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

BigBlackRod: Do u want to be my cocksucker, sissy?

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

Amy walked in and said, “Mr. Chetty wants to see you”. Instantly, I was worried, he had laid off a few people the past month, the economy being what it was. And he was not someone who called you into his office to exchange pleasantries.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: I have 2 go meet with my boss now.

BigBlackRod: Ok, good luck.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Thanks, Master. I Will check back online as soon as I can.

BigBlackRod: And make sure you keep the plug in ur ass, faggot. I will know if u disobey and I will punish u severely.

WhiteFaggotCravesBlackCock: Yes, Master.

I logged off and stood up. The toy lodged awkwardly in my ass. I walked around for a few seconds, trying to get used to the odd feeling. I contemplated taking it out, but yet the submissive side of me convinced me not to. I put my shoes back on and headed to the elevator to go to the 12th floor: Mr. Chetty’s office.

I had never been to the 12th floor as only the President and two Vice-Presidents had their offices on that floor.

Now I should note that Mr, Chetty is an incredibly good looking black man. He is a well built, 6’1″, with a shaved head. To be truthful, many of my gay submission fantasies involved him as my Master, but in real life he was a scary boss who intimidated everyone. I got to his office and told his secretary, oddly a guy named Eugene, I was here to see Mr. Chetty.

Eugene gave me an odd once over, with an annoying smirk, and said, “Take a seat.” As I sat down, slowly, I wondered how a guy ended up being a secretary; it was such a stereotypical girl job. That said, he was exactly like someone named Eugene should look like. He was the poster boy for geek. He had the glasses, the goofy smile and was as skinny as a stick. I figured he was probably gay; I then smirked to myself as I judged someone else as gay as I sat with a fucking butt plug up my ass and wearing lingerie.

“He will see you now,” Eugene said.

“Thanks,” I responded and walked into Mr. Chetty’s office, wondering what he could possible have to say to me.

As I entered, Eugene followed me in and closed the door. I thought that was odd, but said nothing.

From behind his desk, Mr. Chetty instructed, “Sit down Dave.”

I did, giving a slight grimace in the process, as I sat back on the toy, which was lodged at a really uncomfortable angle.

He stood up from his desk and walked over to me. “So Dave, do you know why you are here?”

“No,” I said nervously and honestly.

“No clue?” he asked.

“None, sir,” I responded, a feeling of worry creeping upon me.

“Eugene, please hand me Dave’s file,” Mr. Chetty asked.

“Yes, sir,” Eugene said and quickly handed Mr. Chetty a manila file folder.

Mr. Chetty looked at it a long while, now leaning on his desk. “This file is full of some very entertaining reading.”

“It is?” I asked, wondering what could possibly be in there.

“Oh yes, very interesting,” he said slyly. He stared at me for a long while before finally letting the bomb drop, “Did you know we track all computer action in this building, Dave?”

My face went red I am sure as I began to understand my predicament.

Mr. Chetty smiled at my silence as he continued, “And the last couple of weeks you have had some very interesting,” he paused for dramatic effect, “correspondences.” He flipped through the folder as he listed, “With the likes of Hammercock, BlackMaster, 10inchBlack, and,” he paused for what seemed like an eternity as he finished “BigBlackRod.”

Desperate to save my job, I said, “I can explain.”

“You can?” he said mockingly, “This I am looking forward to hearing.”

“Um,” I attempted to begin, “I…was,” I again tried to explain.

“Yes, I understand,” he said sarcastically, as he went back to his desk. “Now the question becomes, what do we do with you?”

“I’m so sorry,” I pleaded, “I really need this job. I will do anything.”

“Anything?” he asked, his eye brow raised with curiosity.

“Yes,” I replied, having no idea what I actually meant.

Mr. Chetty looked at his computer and then asked, “Did you obey your,” he then put his hands in the air and fingered quotation marks, “Master?”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Take off your shoes,” he said.

“Um,” I began.

“NOW,’ he roared.

I quickly took off my shoes, revealing my nylon covered feet.

“Interesting,” he said, his rage completely dissipated. “I assume if you are wearing the pink stockings, you are wearing the pink panties and bra?””Yes,” I said in a humiliated whisper.

“Show me,” he commanded.

I paused briefly, but stood up and took off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my pink lace bra. I then looked at him, who was looking back at me with an amused expression, before I undid my buckle and let my pants drop to the floor.

“Well,” he said, “You did obey your Master.” He paused and then asked, “Why?”

“I don’t know,” I said, which was largely true.

“You must know why you would dress in girl’s underwear, like a little slut,” he inquired.

I don’t,” I responded, adding, “I can’t explain it, I felt compelled to obey, even though I am not really gay.”

“You’re not?” he said surprised.

“I’m married,” I explained.

“So?” he countered.