The Black Adonis

This story is fiction. It depicts a life of servitude by me in the hands of my gay master. All characters are over the age of 21 years. If interracial gay male domination is not to your liking please don’t continue.

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I have always been a leg man, which means I have a huge fondness of beautiful shapely legs on a woman. But I never thought I would have a desire for a man’s legs. I don’t really like hairy legs on any person, especially a man, but the story I’m about to share tells of how I had become a lover of a black man’s gorgeous legs and how I could not get enough of his big brown cock!

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This story all began as I was headed to vacation in New England one summer. My name is Martin Derby and I was 26 years of age when I left my apartment in Wheeling, West Virginia to travel by car to visit the White Mountains in New Hampshire. I worked in a steel mill in Wheeling and every July the plant shut down for two weeks for retooling. The shutdown was good because I was able to take a vacation without using any personal vacation days. I lived alone in an apartment but was saving my money to someday buy a house and begin a family. My parents retired from their respective jobs a few years earlier and moved to Florida, where I usually saw them at Christmas when I traveled to the Sunshine State to get away from the cold temperatures for a few days.

So I was really quite independent and I liked it that way. I knew that someday I would get married, but for now I was free to do as I pleased and I wanted to visit New England. The farthest north I had ever been was to Pittsburgh to see a baseball game.

With help from AAA Travel people, I mapped out a route that took me through Pennsylvania via the Pocono Mountains and into New York. There was no GPS for me as I wanted to see on paper where I was going. My route took me through Hartford, Connecticut and across the Massachusetts Turnpike and into the city of Worcester. It was there that I decided to stop and relax for the evening.

I had reservations for a room at a nice, clean motel that offered a free full hot breakfast in the morning beginning at 6:00. That sounded fine to me because I could get up, have my shower, pack my things, then go to breakfast, and shortly after I could be on my way to New Hampshire.

After checking in at the motel and putting my belongings in the room, my plan was to search for a nice bar/restaurant to have dinner and a few drinks before heading back to my room and watch a ballgame on TV. But instead of going to an unknown eatery I decided on the bar right there in the motel. It was a bit crowded but I was able to find a table with two chairs along the back wall in a dimly lit area. Oh, well, I thought to myself, I didn’t know anyone anyway so why not sit back there and relax and watch the people. I wasn’t too hungry so I didn’t need much to eat and after ordering from a cute waitress who looked to be my age, I read the back of the menu which had the history of the city on it just to pass some time until my meal arrived.

Before the waitress returned with my meal a very handsome young black man approached my table and asked if he could join me. There weren’t many empty seats anywhere as the restaurant filled up fast, so I said yes and he sat down. Little did I know it was the beginning of a huge change in my life!

“My name is Peter Bankes. I appreciate you allowing me to join you since it’s unusually crowded tonight and not easy to find a seat.” He held out his right hand and we said hello. His grip was firm and his demeanor was very polite. It was a casual place and his attire was a shirt with the sleeves cut off and tight fitting short shorts that stopped about four inches from his crotch. He had very nice looking toned arms on his 6’3″ body. His skin was a very rich looking chocolate tone, but what I admired about him most of all was his legs. They were smooth, almost hairless, and well toned. He was not overly muscular looking but you could tell this man did some serious exercising. He also had on an intoxicating men’s lotion that I didn’t recognize but was just right and not too strong.

I told him my name and we chatted about all kinds of things, especially sports. Peter loved basketball and football and of course was a big Patriots fan. I, of course, was a huge Steelers fan so right off the bat we had a friendly rivalry in football. Our meals arrived at the same time, which made it all the better that we could eat at the same time too. I enjoyed the conversation we had during our dinner. I told him where I was from and that I was just passing through the town on the way to New Hampshire. I was staying in a room in the motel for the night and would be off early in the morning.

“That drive from Wheeling was kind of long and I must use the restroom. Peter, please excuse me while I run. Do you know where the men’s room is?” I asked him.

“Sure. It’s right over there,” he said and pointed to the door about 20 feet away.

“Thanks. I won’t be long,” I said to him as he nodded to me.

When I returned and sat down I noticed that he had hardly touched his meal. “Aren’t you hungry?” I asked him.

“Oh, yeah, I am, but since I’m eating with you tonight I decided to wait until you got back. How rude would it be if I ate alone? Then you would be eating alone too.”

“Thanks. That’s very thoughtful of you.” and we both started eating. The food was excellent and the conversation with Peter was great and I was happy how the first day of my trip was going. But when I went to stand up after eating I was hit with a horrible feeling of lightheadedness and had to sit back down.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I think so. I don’t know what came over me. I felt kinda dizzy when I got up. That’s never happened before.” When I went to get up again the same feeling came upon me and I sat right back down.

“Should I call a doctor?” Peter asked. “Or could I help you to your room?”

“That would be fine if I could get to my room. I’m sure some rest would get me feeling better.” Peter was so kind and helped me walk to my room. I know it was not the safest thing to do to let a stranger in my room in a strange town, but I wasn’t doing very well and this man offered to help me. I opened the door and we both walked in. He propped up some pillows for me on the one bed and had me sit up and rest my head against them to try to clear my head. I fell asleep almost immediately.

When I awoke the next morning Peter was still there. He fell asleep on the other queen sized bed in the room. When I got out of bed I noticed the feeling from the previous night was gone. I felt great! He woke up about the same time as I did and asked me how I felt.

“Wonderful!” I said. “Man, I don’t know what hit me. Thanks for all your help. After breakfast I guess I will be on my way. It was great to meet you, Peter.”

When Peter came over to me I was very surprised to see him with his shorts off and only wearing his white briefs underwear! He didn’t even have on his t-shirt. The first thing I noticed after the shock of seeing him in his scivvies was those gorgeous chocolate legs! The second thing I noticed was the bulge in his underwear! He obviously had a big cock and for some reason not known to me I was getting aroused!

As he stood next to my bed I couldn’t help but stare at the protrusion in his underwear! I have always been as straight as an arrow sexually but for some reason I had an urge to reach out and touch his dick. If he was to pull down his undershorts I didn’t know what I would have done! Then he did just that! He pulled down his shorts and let his big, chocolate schlong hang loose.

“Sorry,” he said, “but it’s been a long night for this thing to be cooped up.” I kept staring at his cock that was bigger flaccid than mine was erect! I wasn’t sure what to do as I looked at it almost as if I was hypnotized! And he just left it hang down and it was only a few inches from my face!

“Touch it, Martin.” he softly said to me. I immediately reached out and did as he told me to do. It grew in my hand as I held it until it was about 9 inches long!

“Rub it, Martin, and kiss it,” he said slightly above a whisper and I started to rub it as he told me and then planted a kiss on the shaft. It seemed all too natural for me to feel and lick his beautiful cock.

“Reach over with your tongue, Martin, and lick the head. Then lick underneath on the shaft.” And I did what he told me again. I never desired to handle another man’s cock but here I was doing as I was told by this ultra handsome African American. And my erect 6 inch dick was straining in my undershorts!

“Open your mouth wide, Martin, so I can slide it in,” he said and I did exactly what he told me! As I sat on the edge of the bed Peter began face fucking me. It was the first time ever that I had touched another man’s dick let alone have it in my mouth. And the smoothness, the texture of that fine sample was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was sooo sexy! Then I thought there was never a better time for me to experience his fine thighs, so I placed my hands on them and savored the time with them as Peter continued gently using my mouth as a pussy. My dick was as hard as it ever was!

Peter kept sliding his long, smooth dick in and out of my mouth until finally he grabbed the back of my head, moaned, and tensed up and shot his load into the back of my throat. “Swallow it all, Martin,” he said and I obeyed his command. It was becoming obvious that Peter had some kind of power over me. Whatever he told me to do I did it. He always spoke with a voice that was very low and he seemed to know he was in complete control at all times.

After I had finished sucking his cock I humbly said to him, “Peter, I don’t know what came over me. I have never had gay tendencies before so I have no idea why I wanted to suck you off,” Peter just sat there next to the bed with a weird but confident look on his face as I humbly kept my head down while speaking.

“Martin, I want to explain something to you so listen closely. For over a year I have been looking for a single guy who is just traveling through the area and who I can make my sex slave. The guy must be white, like you are, and must be alone, just like you. And he has to be straight. You happened to be in the right place at the right time, that’s all.”

Peter continued, “I have developed a small hypnotic pill that when ingested it forces you to obey me. When you went to the restroom while we were at dinner I put one in your drink and when it dissolved you didn’t even taste it. You remember getting dizzy, right? That was from the pill I put in your drink. I tell you this now for two reasons. I want you to KNOW what HAPPENED to you, and because I want you to realize that as long as I give you this pill each month you will be happy to serve me. In other words, Martin, you are under my power and you must obey me.

I reached for the phone and he asked me what I was doing. When I told him I was going to call the front desk, he calmly said, “Put the phone down, Martin.” And I did.

“Why were you going to call the front desk?” Peter asked.

“Because I was going to ask them something but now I don’t remember what it was,” I said.

“That’s just as well,” he said. He then told me to get on my knees in front of him, and I did. “Right now, Martin, you want nothing more than to lick my cock again.” An unexplainable urge came over me to do just that and when Peter took his cock out of his undershorts I automatically went for his boner. His dick tasted so sweet!

“Peter, may I please hold onto your thighs while I enjoy your cock?” I asked him. That pill obviously made me submissive to him and I felt I must get his permission to enjoy his smooth legs.

“Not right now,” he said at first, but then in a few minutes he changed his mind and said to me, “Martin, as you lick my sweet cock put your hands on my thighs and rub them gently.” And I did! His cock tasted so damn good and his thighs felt so smooth I could hardly control myself. My own dick was screaming for relief!

“May I jerk myself off?” I begged him.

“Absolutely not,” he said to me. “All your focus is to be on me. Your main goal now is to satisfy me. Do you understand? You do understand, right?”

“Yes, Peter. I just want to please you,” I said as I continued licking his cock and rubbing his smooth thighs and looking straight up into his handsome face.

“You also will have an almost insatiable craving for my cum and you will feel its taste is so good it’s unlike anything you ever had. But you will only get to have it when I decide you can. Do you understand, Martin?”

“Yes, Peter, I understand.”

“Martin, while you were out cold I took the liberty to go through your wallet. I didn’t take any of your money. That will come later. But I DID get information about you that will help me further my plan to lock you up as mine. Martin, I OWN you now.”

“What do you mean, you OWN me?” I said.

“I called the place where you worked and told them you quit your job. They would like that in writing which you WILL do today and mail it to them. I also canceled your apartment back in Wheeling since you won’t be needing that anymore. They also want a letter from you. I terminated your auto insurance and I called your doctor and told them that you moved and don’t need their services anymore.”

“Wow, Peter, what are you doing to me? I don’t think I like it that you are basically removing me from this planet,” I said.

“I’m NOT removing you from this planet! As I just told you, I OWN you, white boy! You have no need of all that stuff anymore. You should be thanking me for making your life so much better and easier! And besides I have it all in writing. You signed it all over to me while you were in a daze. And it’s perfectly legal.”

“What do you mean, better and easier?” I asked him. “How is being your property better and easier?”

“You don’t have to work, you don’t have to drive, you don’t have to pay bills, you really no longer have to even do much thinking. I will do all that for you. Tell me you fully understand, Martin.”

Hypnotically I told him I fully understand. I was still able to think for myself up to a point and I realized this handsome African American had me totally under his power and if I understood correctly this way of life would be for as long as I remained alive and as long as he gave me that pill. And since he’s basically taken away my identity there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Martin,” he said as he sat in that chair, looking down at me like any good master would, and with only his white undershorts on. What a contrast those undershorts were against his smooth, naked, chocolate brown body! His erect cock jutted out atop those shorts and I found myself AGAIN wanting it in my mouth as I continued to lick it, all the while gently resting my hands on his intoxicating thighs. But I knew that if I got to suck it again it was solely Peter’s decision.

In the state I was in I was not able to disobey him so I told him what I was thinking. “I was thinking how you have me in your power and that I must listen to whatever you tell me. I was thinking to myself that this situation is permanent for as long as I live or until you release me if you ever do. I was also thinking that you, perhaps the most handsome man I ever knew, are so sexy to look at sitting there like you are and that I again have a desire to have your very beautiful cock in my mouth. I have resigned myself to accept that you are my owner and there is nothing I can do about it, if I even want to. Peter, I am falling in love with you and I have no desire to ever leave you. I once read that when someone is kidnapped for a long enough time he usually falls in love with his captor. I can feel it happening to me.” I smiled when I was finished telling him all that.

“Come up here, Martin,” he said, and I did as I was told. I got up from sitting on my haunches to where I was almost at eye level with him. I rested my arms on his bare thighs and the smoothness, the tone, overwhelmed me. I was like putty in his hands. He put his hands on my face and drew me to him and kissed me fully on the lips then said, “Martin, I love you too. I’m glad you’re happy being my property. You listen to me and we will get along just fine. Now kiss my thighs.”

And I did! Gladly! His legs were sooo smooth and sooo warm and sooo sexy, I thought I would cum in my pants right then. I also took the liberty to kiss his erect cock again. My small 6 inch dick was fully erect and Peter noticed it. “Sit up on the bed,” he ordered me. “I have something just for you.” He went over to his bag and took out a contraption that I never knew existed. “Since you ARE my property and I AM your owner, I want you to wear this cock cage. It will prevent you from ever relieving yourself without my okay and it will make you want my cock more than you do now. So put it on,” he said.

But first I had to get rid of the hard on, which wasn’t too difficult to do as I slapped my dick a few times until it was flaccid.

Then I did as he told me and I slid the cock cage on. It completely covered my dick where I couldn’t get to it with my hands. There was an outlet at the tip to allow me to use the bathroom but as far as jerking off, there was no way. It seemed so permanent once he snapped that little lock shut! But I didn’t really care because I had fallen in love with this man and I wanted to obey him completely.

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I never did get to my destination in New Hampshire. Instead I was very happy and content to be Peter’s slave. It’s been seven years now since we first met and I gave my life over to him. Peter never suggests anything anal and I’m very glad because I have learned over the years to be happy sucking his wonderful sexy dick.

One day Peter said to me as we were eating breakfast, “Martin, I have a job for you. I want you to start shaving my body. I like to have my legs hairless and I want you to do it for me. You would also have to shave my armpits and my crotch and my behind. Do you think you’re up to it?”

“Peter,” I answered, “I would LOVE to do that! I was hoping that someday you would have me do it, almost from the first day we met! Thank you so much!”

“I’ll show you how I want it done. I use a lotion on my legs. That way they’re very smooth and you don’t have to worry about nicking them. Plus you get to rub them as you put the lotion on. The other places you must use a razor. Would you like to be my good little slave boy and do that for me?”

“Master Peter, I would LOVE to do that for you! Thank you so much!”

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Peter allowed me to continue to visit my parents in Florida each Christmas and I wasn’t allowed to go unless he was assured I had taken my pill. As far as I’m concerned, Peter could leave that task up to me because I don’t want him out of my life. He is so kind to me that once a month he unlocks my chastity cage and allows me to jerk off. Usually the time rolls around so fast that I find myself not expecting to have to take that pill, but Master Peter is never caught by surprise and he tells me when it’s time.

Life is good for Peter and me. I have no idea how long it will last but for now I am just savoring the time we have together. Financially I would say we’re set for the rest of our lives. My parents left behind a small fortune to me when they passed on a few years back and of course that all was put in Peter’s control. He has a very sharp mind when it comes to investing money and I know he will provide for both of us. I am so glad we met when we did!