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Subject: {ASSM} The Room in the Basement (Mm/captivity/force/pleasure)
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This is a work of fiction. This work is not intended to be read by
minors. It includes homosexual acts, humiliation, mind fuck and racial
slurs, among other interesting activities. If you are offended by this
kind of fantasy, please search for something else to read.

*************************************

For years I have sat by this window in my apartment, looking out over
the basketball court across the street. Teenage boys have been shooting
hoops for as long as I can remember, but it seems that in the past five
years the neighborhood has been changing. More blacks and Hispanic kids
have moved into the neighborhood. The complexion of the players on the
court has gotten darker and darker.

I sometimes work in a coffee shop down the street - a national chain.
Other times I work in a used bookstore. Neither is enough to pay my
bills. So when heard from my landlord that I job was opening up, to be
the resident maintenance man in this building, I jumped at the
opportunity.

 From my window I can see those carefree boys jumping and shooting.
Excited brown and black skinned youths, with smooth slick skin, jump
and run all afternoon under the hot sun. I hear them shout to one
another as they scramble after the ball. I see them dribble the ball on
the hard rocky concrete. I watch their girl friends, full-bodied young
black brown girls, cheering their boyfriends on.

Since becoming the maintenance man I have had access to a rarely used
storage room in the basement. I have converted the room into my own den
of pleasures. I've installed a mini-refrigerator, couches and racks
and all kinds of interesting apprentices and devices - just waiting
to be used; just waiting for the perfect captive.

Those hot, loud, sweaty black and Hispanic boys sure have a lot of
energy. All afternoon they run back and forth across the court - they
never seem to tire. I wonder where they get all that stamina? I guess
it's from their testicles. They must pump out a lot of testosterone
from those exotic tropical nut sacs dangling between their legs.

I watch as they jump and shout. I watch a boy grab his crotch to secure
his manhood; he grabs a thick lump of black or brown meat underneath
his low-sagging shorts. Another boy keeps pulling his pants up by the
waist to keep them from falling off of his black ass. During the game
his pants slide low enough to give me a good view of his smooth brown
ass crack as he scrambles after the ball.

The boys shout. Slick, lean, muscular brown-skinned arms reach for the
ball as it bounces off of the backboard. The dark tangle of underarm
hair flashes. Deep, sweaty, dark male potency is in full view. I can
almost smell the sweat of their underarms. I can almost savor the aroma
of their jock straps and their youthful pubic hair.

These are a bunch of young horny inner-city boys on the cusp of
manhood.

It was on a day like today - hot, humid and slightly overcast -
when I saw two lean firm-bodied black boys slam into each other as they
both attempted to grab a ball in mid-air. Their strong black young
bodies collided with a crash - slamming each other so hard that
collapsed to the ground. Their sweaty young black bodies sprawled
across the hard grey concrete. They seemed dazed for a moment. When
they came to, a fight ensued.

The two teams piled on, each trying to help their own boy. The one team
seemed to have gotten the better of the situation and drove the other
team away - all except the boy who was part of the mid-air collision
and the original fight. They left him behind in their hurry to save
their own brown butts.

The boy he collided with was the color of dark chocolate. He, on the
other hand, was the color of brown gold. The dark skinned youth grabbed
the brown boy by his shirt and ripped it off, exposing the boy's lean
naked upper body. It glistened in the sun. The boy ran toward my
building, with the other boys in hot pursuit. He dashed toward my
building. I bolted from my window and ran down the four flights of
stairs, to the basement, to see if he had gotten inside - and to see
if the other boys were still following him.

When I reached the basement I heard the other boys shouting from
outside. The basement door was ajar. I slammed the door shut and
padlocked it. The boys started banging on the door. From the peephole I
could see they had picked up wooden boards with exposed rusty nails
that were hammered through them; they had broken bottles in their
hands, and large odd-shaped blocks of concrete. I knew this could be
trouble.

The kids kept banging on the door. I cracked a basement window - a
window too small for them to climb in and which barely let in sunlight.
"What do you boys want?"

"We want Jamal. We gonna kick his muthafuckin ass."

"Well I don't see him down here."

"He down dere aiight! We done saw him! You betta open dat muthafuckin
door or we gonna break in n' kick yo azz too!"

"Calm down. Jamal's not here. I'm the maintenance man in this
building and I don't want any trouble. I'll look around, and if I
find him you can have him. Like I said, I don't want any trouble. But
if you try to break in I'll call the cops and see to it that you
don't get out of jail till you're 30 years old and every hardened
convict has had a chance to butt-fuck your young black asses till you
bleed. Got that?"

The boys seemed startled. "Okay, you look around, but you betta send
him out. We sure he's down dere."

"I'll send him out. I don't want any trouble."

I shut the window and ran to the top of the basement stairs to pad lock
that door. Now it was just him and me - all alone - locked in the
dark basement of this large apartment building. All I had to do was
find him.

I knew he had to be down here, but I didn't know where. I figured I
had the advantage because I knew the building better than he did. But
there were a lot of dark nooks, crannies and old dusty boxes in this
part of the building. He could be hiding anywhere.

I crept through the basement, trying not to make a sound. I thought I
heard heavy breathing and moved in the direction it was coming from. I
smelled youthful masculine perspiration. I looked around a dark corner
and saw the half-naked young man breathing heavily and turned sideways,
apparently expecting me to come from another direction in the maze of
brick walls.

I leapt and grabbed him. I wrestled him to the ground. It wasn't
easy. His slick skin and hard brown body wiggled in my arms. I held him
close to my chest and used his startled delayed reaction to knock him
off balance. I pressed him to the cement floor with my weight. I
struggled hard; I couldn't hold him much longer.

"Hey - hey, calm down. I'm not going hurt you; but there are
about six of your buddies outside with bricks and wooden boards who
might have other plans."

The boy was breathing heavy. His thick red lips quivered.

"I can call them off but I can't have you running all over the
building. You'll have to go with me to a hiding place and trust me
when I lock you in there until I'm sure they've gone away. I
don't want any trouble."

"You sure you can get rid of dem?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. But you'll have to lay low till I'm sure
they're gone."

The boy swallowed hard. His eyes were full of fear and desperation. I
had to make sure he understood me, "Are you okay with that? Are you
going to follow me to a safe place, or am I going to have to let your
buddies come in here to beat your black ass till you're nothing but a
stain on my basement floor?"

I felt the boy shaking under the weight of my body, "I'm cool wit
it; I'm cool. I do whatever you say."

I eased off of the boy and helped him to his feet. He was a bit
unsteady. I led him to my pleasure den and locked the door.

I returned to the basement window and called out to the angry mob of
black youths waiting outside.

"He's not here."

"What da fuck you mean he not dere? Don't try to play us, man..."

"I'm not playing trying to play you. I'm not trying to protect
one of you young hoodlums; I'm more concerned about my boss'
property. I found the door on the other side of the building wide open
- he must have slipped out that way. If you run fast enough you might
catch him down the street or in one of the alleys."

The boys darted down the street, carrying their bricks, sticks and
broken bottles. I secured the basement window and returned to the
pleasure room.

The boy with brown golden skin was clearly shaken. He was wide-eyed
with fear, "They still out there?"

I nodded grimly, "Yeah, I couldn't get them to leave. You'll have
to stay locked in here with me for awhile - otherwise, I can't be
responsible for what happens to you."

I reached into one of the hidden crevices in a brick wall and pulled
out a bag of weed. "You need to relax. Want some of this?"

The boy's eyes grew wide; this time with desire. I rolled a fat joint
- lit it - took a puff - and handed it to him. He took a deep
hit. It was my best weed - I don't think he was ready for the
strength of the mixture.

I smiled at him, "Of course, you can't have good smoke without
something cool to drink."

I got up and went over to the mini-refrigerator. I pulled out a
six-pack of ice cold Coors. As I zipped off the tab, I dropped two
sleeping pills into the beer and handed it to him."

The boy puffed on the weed greedily and gulped down the beer without a
word of thanks. That was okay. I watched him and smiled. The
combination of the weed and beer alone should be enough to knock most
teenagers out - I had put together of mixture of primo-weed that was
much stronger than anything you can usually find on the street.

But the extra boost from the sleeping pills was insurance to finish the
job.

In no time at all, the boy was out. His young lean black body was
sprawled across the couch. I turned up the lights in the pleasure room
and got a good look at the boy's exposed body.

He was a dream - even cuter than he appeared from the apartment
window as he was playing the role of warrior on the basketball court.
His deep dark golden skin was smooth and tight. The muscles of his lean
brown body rippled as he lay across my couch. His thick rosy lips were
slightly parted in his deep state of sleep.

This was just what I had been waiting for; a young, tender, rugged
brown skinned warrior all to myself - sealed in a pleasure room of my
creation.

He was helpless - at my complete disposal - to do with as I
pleased, and for as long as I liked.

************************************

After about a half hour I splashed a cup of cold water on his face. He
tossed and turned in a groggy haze, only to find himself tied down,
spread eagle, on a cushioned rack. I'm sure it didn't take him long
to notice that he was stark naked.

"Welcome back to the land of the living."

"Wh-where am I?"

"You're in MY world now. You're in a room at my mercy."

The boy strained against the ropes, trying to break free, but I was
very careful to take my time to make sure the knots would be secure.

"No use trying to escape; even if you broke free the door to this
room is pad locked, and the key could be anywhere in the crevices of
these walls. And even if you found the key, or if I gave it to you,
where would you go? To your buddies, who are outside waiting to smash
your head in?"

The boy looked alarmed.

"Why don't you just relax and resign yourself to your fate."

I saw the muscles on the boy's shoulders and arms ease. He allowed
his body to rest back on the padded rack.

I pulled up a stool so I could get real close to his naked golden
chocolate body. I took in a deep whiff of manly perspiration. The
youthful sexual potency of his smell gave me an instant hard-on.

I sat on the stool next to him. His cock was level with my eyes. It was
a big thick black cock - much larger and fatter than one would expect
on teenager. His cock rested on his thick round balls and was framed
with a soft lush dark bush of pubic hair.

I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his soft cock, "You know,
when I was a kid I grew up on a farm." I slowly stroked the boy's
cock and felt it growing thicker and harder in my hand. "One of the
chores I always enjoyed was milking the cows."

The boy's cock got thicker and thicker in my hand. Soon it was rock
hard and throbbing. I couldn't believe the heat this boy's cock was
giving off. I jerked his cock harder so that his balls bounced on the
padded rack.

"I like milking cows. Especially black cows; with big, black, thick,
hard...."

The boy's dick was now fully erect. I was barely able to hold the
whole thing in my hand. He started grinding in my hand as I stroked
him, but he pleaded for me to stop.

"N-no, no, please don't do this. Please don't do this. I ain't
gay - yo. I ain't gay."

I continued to stroke his hard black cock, making his hips gyrate in
ecstasy as his balls slapped up and down on the padded boards.
"It's got nothing about being 'straight' or 'gay'. This is
only about doing the chores. I'm just milking the cow, that's all
I'm doing. I'm just milking the cow."

The boy started bucking in my hand, in spite of himself. He bit his
lower lip and half-whined, half moaned.

I leaned in closer and spoke in almost a whisper, "How now, brown
cow?"

My fist brushed the fullness of his soft balls as I reached the base of
his shaft and slowly made my way back to his shiny throbbing black cock
head.

The boy groaned.

"Oh no. Oh no. Please stop, don't - don't. Mah manhood - mah
manhood - please, mah manhood."

I stroked him all the harder. The boy was reduced to taking deep
breaths and gasping, "Mah manhood - mah manhood."

He tossed from side to side. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his
naval. His lean muscular body twisted under the ropes. He bit down on
his fat lip. His voice softened to a gasp. His words started to run
together.

No, please stop - don't. Please stop. Please don't. Please
stop."

He gasped lustily as I worked my fingers up and down his thick hard
black shaft. I felt cum rising from the base of his cock. He took quick
gasps of air.

"Please don't - stop. Please don't - stop. Please don't
stop. Please don't stop."

The boy's body jerked in wild spasm. His thick black cock erupted
with a flow of rich, creamy white cum. He fired load after load of hot
white cum all over his sweaty belly button, his thighs, his dark pubes
and my hand.

I kept stroking the boy.

He gasped, "Oh - Oh, oh, ahhhhhhh."

He fired another load.

I grabbed a small, bathroom-sized paper cup and held it against the
side of his cock to catch loads of his jizz as he ejaculated from his
ravaged body.

He filled it a quarter of the way up.

I whispered in his ear, "Just milking the cow. Just milking the
Nigger cow. Just milking the black Nigger cow."

His body bucked up and down. He gasped and shot more loads; some of it
going into the cup - much of it spurting on my arm and hand.

"Yeah, atta boy. Shoot that jizz. Shoot that jungle jizz. Give me
your black fuck cream."

His body continued to jerk even though his balls seemed drained. I
continued to milk his cock for all it was worth. I stroked his hard
black cock - not allowing it go down.

The boy tossed and sighed from exhaustion and sexual frustration.

"Yeah, surrender that nigger dick. Surrender that big, hard, black
nigger cock. It's all mine. Give it to me. It's all mine."

The boy's body quivered in my device. He couldn't break lose. He
couldn't fire any more cum. He couldn't control himself. He was
just a lean, hard horny black sexual beast in the palm of my hands.

The boy was begging me, "Please, please, please - mah ballz r sore,
mah ballz r sore."

I had pity on the poor horny black youngster and decided to let him go.
His body fell flat against the padded cushions of the rack. I untied
the boy and his body sank to the floor like a rag doll.

I lifted him up and tied him to an upright rack so that he was leaning
over, naked and bending forward. A stream of cum tricked from his penis
down his leg. I grabbed the globes of his smooth black ass and felt
inside his ass crack.

"Yeah, nice firm black ass. That's the way I like 'em. Tight
virgin black ass. What do you think I ought to do with it?"

The boy was quick to catch on. His eyes widened with alarm, but he was
already tied to the new rack in this upright position, standing on his
feet. "Oh no - no, don't fuck me in the ass! Don't fuck me in
the ass! Anything but that! Don't fuck me in the ass!"

I just laughed mischievously and nodded, "Yeeees - that's kinda
what I have in mind."

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard white cock. I rubbed it up
and down against his ass cheeks, and then spread them wide with my
hands.

"Oh no - no - no. Please don't fuck mah azz, man. Don't fuck
mah azz!"

I just grinned, "Yeah, take this hard white cock in that black ass,
Nigger."

I rammed my cock in his tight hole and pumped inside of him as
violently as I could.

The boy's ass jiggled up and down, caressing my hard white cock.

His ass was warm, moist and tight. I never felt anything like it. His
black bubble butt provided the perfect cushion for my throbbing fuck
meat. I ran my hands over his smooth sweaty back and felt along the
sides of lean, young, hard black body.

I humped wildly inside of the boy.

He cried and moaned, "No, no, no - don't."

I laughed, "Yeah take it - take it like a man. Take that white
cock."

I grabbed him by his sides and fucked relentlessly. I felt the walls of
his prostate with my probing hard cock head.

"No - oh fuck, no. Please, don't."

He gasped as I tore into his ass. I fucked him ruthlessly. I pounded so
hard the rack thumped against the cement floor and squeaked loudly.

The boy sighed, "Oh no - yeah - fuck mah black ass. Oh yeah, I
mean no - I mean yeah. Fuck da shit outta me. Dayum - master dat
black azz."

I banged away in his tight nigger hole. His nappy head bobbed up and
down while he took the full length of my hard white cock deep in his
chocolate channel.

His butt clinched tightly on my cock. I couldn't hold back any
longer.

"Take it, nigger take it."

"Oh yeah, give it to me - give it to me!"

My dick exploded inside of the boy. My thick hot cum splashed against
the walls of his prostate and bladder. I filled that nigger's ass
with rich white cum. I pumped him full of my manly cream.

"Oh yeah, shit yeah - you done cummed inside o' me! You done
cummed inside o' me."

"Yeah, Nigger. I'm usin' your ass."

I kept firing away in that black boy's ass until I had nothing more
to give. I collapsed on his back, allowing our sweat to mingle. I
savored the rich smell of his youthful black body. I melted into the
strength of his lean muscular body, as he heaved up and down from the
workout.

Finally I slid off of his body and collapsed on the couch. He stood
bent over, tied to the upright rack, unable to sit down. I watched my
cum stream down his dark smooth muscular legs. I watched his long thick
soft cock dangle between his thighs like a brown pendulum. Through
half-closed eyes I examined the sweaty hair in his dark gold arm pits.

I knew that after a short rest I would start all over again - milking
the black cow and fucking his nigger ass for as long as I liked. I
would repeat it over and over until I had my fill of his youthful black
manhood.

************************************

Now, whenever I sit by the window watching the boys playing basketball,
I wonder if my boy is going to show up. I kinda doubt it. I'm sure I
put him through more than he could handle that afternoon. Sure, I gave
him refuge from his hoodlum friends, but there was a price to pay. I
turned that Nigger out. He'll never be the same.

I'm sure that now, when he goes to bed at night, he has visions of
his afternoon in my pleasure den. I bet he gets uses his memories to
jerk himself off to sleep; I know I still do. Any day now he may stop
fighting himself and show up on my doorstep; begging for another round
of having his big thick dick milked like cattle and his ass busted like
a cheap black whore.

Wait a minute. What's that? Another fight on the basketball court?
Sorry - I gotta run. Looks like a young cinnamon colored kid just got
himself into some trouble.  He's running this way and might have to
take refuge in somebody's basement. Good thing I've kept the den
well stocked with reefer and beer - looks like it will be another hot
afternoon in the pleasure room.

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