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Subject: {ASSM} The Room in the Basement - Revised (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 black and Hispanic kids
are moving into the neighborhood. The golden sun reflects off of the
bodies of younger players of a darker and darker complexion.

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 a job was opening up, to be
the resident maintenance man in this building, I jumped at the
opportunity.

 From my window I can see carefree dark-skinned boys jumping, shooting
and laughing. Excited brown and black youths, with smooth sweat-soaked
skin, jump and run all afternoon under the golden sun. I hear them
shout to one another as they scramble after the ball. I see them
skillfully dribble the ball between their legs on the rocky concrete. I
watch as their girl friends, full-bodied young brown and black-skinned
girls, cheer their boyfriends on.

Since becoming the maintenance man I have had access to a rarely used
storage room in the basement of the building. 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 apparatuses 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 from. I
guess it's from their testicles. They must pump out a lot of
testosterone from those exotic tropical sacs dangling between their
legs.

I watch as they jump and shout to one another. I watch one boy grabs
his crotch to secure his manhood; he is holding a thick lump of ghetto
cock 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 buns.

The boys shout. Slick, lean, muscular dark-skinned arms reach for the
ball as it bounces off of the backboard. The black forest of hair
flashes underneath their open arm pits. Deep, sweaty, dark male potency
is in full view. I can almost smell the sweat of their arm pits. I can
almost savor the aroma of their jock straps, their youthful pubic hair
and their round, heavy balls.

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

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, young black
bodies collided with a crash - slamming each other so hard that
collapsed to the ground. Their sweaty young 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 butts. He was a brown-skinned boy with a golden hue; he was
the color of iced tea.

The boy he collided with was the color of dark chocolate. 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 brown boy ran toward my building, with the other boys in hot
pursuit. 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. I didn't want to have any
trouble in the building.

When I reached the basement I heard the other boys shouting just
outside the door. The basement door was ajar and they were rapidly
approaching. I slammed the door shut and padlocked it. The boys started
banging on the door. From the peephole I could see they had wooden
boards with rusty nails that had been driven through them; they had
broken bottles and shards of jagged glass. They also carried large
rough chunks of concrete. I knew this could be trouble.

The kids banged on the door. I cracked a basement window - a window
too small for them to climb through, 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's down dere aiight! We saw him run in! You betta open dat
muthafuckin door or we're gonna kick yo azz too!"

"Calm down. I don't want any trouble. Jamal's not here. I'm the
maintenance man in this building. 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 go to jail.
You won't get out until you're at least 30 years old, and every
greasy, slobbering convict will get to fuck your young black asses till
you bleed. Understand?"

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

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

I shut the window and ran to the top of the basement stairs to padlock
the other 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. The basement was like a hollowed out cavern, kind of like a
maze.

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 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 held him tight. It wasn't easy. His slick
sweaty skin and hard muscular brown body put up a real struggle. I used
his startled reaction to knock him off balance, and wrestled him to the
ground. I pressed him to the cement floor with my weight. I lay on top
of him, but I knew 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. I'll have to
lock you in there, for your own safety, until they've gone away. I
don't want any trouble."

"You sure you can get rid of them?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. But you'll have to lay low till 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 and 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'll 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's not dere? Don't try to play us,
man..."

"I'm not trying to play you. I wouldn't try to protect one of you
young hoodlums. I'm only concerned about my boss' property. If I
had found him, I'd turn him over to you, but I found the door on the
other side of the building wide open - he must have slipped out that
way. If you run fast you might be able to catch him."

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

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

I nodded grimly, "Yeah, I couldn't get rid of them. 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 a good smoke without
something nice and 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 the tab off of one of the cans,
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 have been enough to knock
most teenagers out - I had put together a mixture of primo-weed that
was stronger than anything you can find on the street.

But the sleeping pills added insurance to finish the job.

In no time at all, the boy was out. His young lean brown body was
helplessly sprawled across my couch. I turned up the lights in the
pleasure room and got a good look at the half-naked boy.

He was a dream - even cuter than he appeared from the apartment
window. His deep dark golden skin was smooth and tight. I admired his
firm lean muscles as he lay across my couch. In his deep state of sleep
his thick rosy lips were slightly parted. I wanted to stick my dick in
them.

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 - under my complete control - to do with as I
pleased, and for as long as I liked. I had complete access to explore
his healthy dark body. I could do more with him than his girlfriend
ever imagined doing in her wildest dreams.

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

I took my dick out and rubbed it between his lips. His thick rosy lips
snuggly embraced my white cock and made it grow hard in his mouth. I
grabbed the back of his head and pumped my dick deeper down his throat.
He choked a bit on my stiffened cock, but didn't wake up. I felt
precum trickle out of my cockhead onto his tongue - I didn't want
to shoot my load just yet, so I pulled out and tucked my dick back
inside my pants.

After about a half hour I splashed a cup of cold water on his face -
it was time to wake him up. He tossed and turned in a groggy haze, only
to find himself tied down, spread eagle, on a cushioned rack, with the
lingering taste of dick no doubt still in his mouth. I had securely
tied him to the rack and he was completely 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 were secure.

"No use trying to escape; even if you broke free the door to this
room is 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 closer to his naked golden brown
body. I took in a deep whiff of masculine 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 cock - much larger and fatter than one would expect on
such a teenager. His cock rested on his egg-sized brown balls and was
framed with a soft lush dark jungle 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 grow thicker and harder in my hand. "One of the
chores I always enjoyed was milking the cows."

The boy's cock got steadily 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, making his balls bounce
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 kept stroking his cock, making his hips gyrate in ecstasy as his
balls slapped up and down on the padded boards.

"It's got nothing to do with 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 milking the cow. You like being
milked?"

The boy stuttered, "N-n-no." He made a deep gasp and bit his lower
lip in ecstasy.

His body bucked on the rack. He half-whined, and half moaned.

"Ohhh - Ohhh - Ohhh - stop it!"

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 cock head.


Again he groaned.

"Oh no. Oh no. Please stop, don't - don't. I ain't into this.
I don't swing this way. What about my manhood?  Please! What about my
manhood?"

I stroked him all the harder.

The boy bounced wildly on the rack.

His body was lost in unwanted sexual passion.

He was reduced to taking deep breaths and gasping, "My manhood -
please, my 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 once again on his thick lower 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 a wild spasm.

His thick brown 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, "Ohhh - Ohhh, ohhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

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
sexually ravaged body.

He pumped out cum in thick heavy spurts and it landed in the cup,
filling it a quarter of the way up.

I whispered in his ear, "Just milking the cow, you horny little
nigger. I'm just gathering milk from a horny, young, buck-naked
cow."

His body bucked up and down again. 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 young nigger fuck cream."

His body continued to jerk even though his balls seemed drained. I
milked his cock for all it was worth. I stroked his hard brown cock -
not giving him a chance to grow soft.

The boy tossed and sighed from exhaustion and sexual frustration.

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

And the boy surrendered. He shot more wads of cum long after I thought
all of his reserves had been exhausted.

The brown boy quivered in my device. He couldn't break lose. He had
finally run out of cum. Still, he was a lean, hard, horny young black
stud under my control.

He begged me, "Please, please, please - mah ballz r sore, mah ballz
r sore."

He was all tapped out, but his dick wouldn't go down unless I stopped
stroking it.

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 held the cup full of fresh teen nigger cum juice. I swished it around
a bit and admired the thick texture of the liquid. This boy really
produced top quality jizz. I took a deep whiff of sea-smell of his
man-juices and gulped the boy's cum down in an instant; the thick
youthful cream glided down my throat. It tasted like pure protein -
fresh and stimulating.

I immediately felt a burst of energy. I had an uncontrollable raging
hard-on. I tore my pants open and grabbed my hardened cock and stroked
it. I had never felt my cock so uncomfortably hard before!

I lifted the boy up and tied him to an upright rack so that he was
leaning over, naked and bending forward. A stream of his cum tricked
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?"

My cock was beet red and throbbing harder than ever.

The boy's eyes widened, "Oh no - no, don't fuck me in the ass!
Don't fuck me in the ass! Please don't fuck me!"

I laughed mischievously and rubbed my hard red cock up and down against
his ass cheeks. I spread his ass open wide with my hands.

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

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

I shoved my cock in his tight butt hole with an "umph."

I held the boy's waist and pumped inside of him as violently as I
could.

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

His warm black ass felt moist and tight.

I never felt anything like his firm bubble butt as it embraced my dick.


The teenager had a perfect ass for fucking.

I ran my hands over his smooth sweaty back and felt along the sides of
lean, young, hard brown 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. You know you really want it!"

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

"No - oh fuck, no. You're fuckin my azz. Please, stop."

I tore into his ass, fucking him ruthlessly.

I pounded so hard that the rack thumped against the cement floor and
squeaked loudly.

The boy seemed confused - torn between embarrassment, pleasure and
pain. Deep down he had to admire domination, even if he was the one who
was being dominated.

"Oh no - yeah - you da man! Fuck dat black ass.

"Oh yeah - I mean No - I mean Yeah.

"Fuck da shit outta dat azz.

"Don't tell nobody!

"Dayum...

"Master dat nigga azz."

His confused cries made me fuck him even harder.

I banged away in his tight hole.

His nappy head bobbed up and down.

He took the full length of my hard white cock.

"I'm usin' your black azz, nigger!"

His butt clinched on my cock, driving me crazy with excitement.

He cried out, "Oh fuck Yeah! Oh fuck Yeah!"

I couldn't hold back.

"Here I cum! Take it, nigger take it."

"No! Yeah! Shoot dat cum in my azz!"

My dick exploded.

My thick hot cum splashed inside the boy.

I filled that young nigger up with my seed.

He took it all and knew he enjoyed being taken, "Oh yeah, shit yeah
- you done cummed inside o' me! You done cummed my azz."

I kept firing more cum in his black ass until I had nothing left to
give.

When I had emptied myself, I collapsed on his back, allowing our sweat
to mingle. I savored the rich smell of his youthful brown skin. I
melted into the strength of his lean muscular body, as he heaved up and
down from the workout he had just been through.

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 smooth golden brown legs. I watched his
long, thick, soft cock dangle between his thighs like a brown pendulum.


Through half-closed eyes I examined the dark hair under his caramel arm
pits.

I knew that after a short rest I would start all over again - milking
the brown cow and fucking his nigger ass for as long as I liked.

I would repeat the experience over and over until I had my fill of his
youthful manhood.

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

Now, whenever I sit by the window watching the boys playing basketball,
I wonder if he'll show up again. I kinda doubt it. He's probably
too embarrassed. I put him through more than he was ready for that
afternoon. Sure, I gave him refuge from his hoodlum friends, but there
was a price to pay. I got to own every inch of that black boy's
golden brown body. He'll never be the same.

When he goes to bed at night, he probably has visions of his afternoon
in my pleasure den. He probably jacks off while he thinks about it,
until he falls asleep; just like I do.

Any day now he may stop fighting his urges and surprise himself by
showing up on my doorstep. In the meantime, there are other boys to be
conquered.

Wait a minute. What's that? Another fight on the basketball court? It
looks like a brown cinnamon young man just got himself into some
trouble with his "homies".  He's running this way. Sorry, I've
gotta go. 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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