White Boys Beat Down

From: Justin Abbott

PART ONE: White Boys Beat Down

Jakiris smacked the white faggot across the face.

“Bitch, I toad you ta make shu dis baffroom be clean.” He grabbed the thin boy by his long blond hair and pushed his face in the toilet. “Now get dis shit clean unless you wanna real whuppin.”

Jakiris was a thug by day and a would-be rapper by night. He rapped with a DJ at a club while the crowd danced, and he got paid a lot more than his talent would command, because of his reputation and swagger.

Things had changed a lot after the rapper Loquacious stunned America with his 2009 video. The sight of the hyper masculine rapper being carried in on a sedan chair by four white frat boys, and attended to by them in the video and in concerts, was a new wrinkle.

No one questioned that Loquacious had a different lady every night, but when he seemed to hint that at least one of the white boys in the video had been despoiled as a punishment for being white, brothers everywhere took notice. No one could question Loquacious, a man’s man and former convict.

Over the next few years it started to be a rapper’s cachet to own a white punk. They started by “employing” them in their entourage, and a surprising number were eager to work for a thug, even in the most menial position. The music was so cool and the rappers seemed to have pussy at their fingertips.

The thugs and rappers enjoyed the modern day version of slave labor, the white kids so eager to be a part of the rap and hip hop life they would do almost anything to be near it all.

Not all of the niggaz were cool with a white boy swallowing their babies, but a few thought it was a hoot, and most just liked the feeling of power and control. The violence they inflicted on the pathetic poseurs appealed to them as well. Some rappers were just down with beating up a white boy a couple of times a week. Others actually plowed a kid’s throat for “sumpin differnt”.

These white boys weren’t real faggots. The thugs could see a real cocksucker a mile a way. They didn’t get off on that shit. They wanted a white boy who hated the idea of being humiliated by any dude, let alone a nigger.

And if it ever came to more than physical or verbal abuse, if a brother actually shoved his fat dick in a white boy’s mouth, well that was the final act of degradation and superiority. Jakiris knew another nigger with
a white former high school quarterback who kept his apartment and cooked his shit. To turn these white hot shots queer and break them down was the ultimate power trip.

Jakiris was about six foot and 190. He kept his head shaved and liked to wear wifebeaters. That shit never went out of style! He had found the white queer to step and fetch for him at a club. The pathetic loser was actually hanging out near the DJ booth, trying to meet him.

The white kid looked to be about 19. Jakiris thought that was perfect. He, himself, was 24, but a white kid that young would be inexperienced in a thug’s world and easy to manipulate. The kid had long blond hair and was skinny. To Jakiris he could imagine the kid’s mouth as a white girl’s, and his dick stirred thinking about white pussy.

He remembered the night, now three months ago, like it was yesterday. He talked the kid up a little bit, and said maybe they could go out in the alley after the DJ quit and smoke a blunt. The stupid white faggot looked like he was gonna bust a nut, being this close to a rapper.

Jakiris left the club via the back door, the honky following like a puppy dog, pulling down his jeans to try and emulate the rapper. They rapped a bit near the club’s dumpster, and then lit the pot-filled blunt. Jakiris
liked Grape Dutch’s.

A club employee, another skinny white creep came out with a bunch of black plastic bags, tossing them in the dumpster. “Fuckin cool show tonight, Jak! See you tomorrow.”

Jakiris just bumped knuckles with the white boy and blew smoke in his target’s face. Once the janitor whitey went back inside and locked the door, Jakiris made his move.

He grabbed the white boy by the throat and shoved him up against the brick wall. “What you sposa be anyway, some white faggot? Hangin around ma boof all night, makin puppy dog eyes at me likes you wanna suck ma Johnson?”

The kid was losing his breath, the longer Jakiris gripped his throat, and then the rapper sucker-punched him in the gut, and he sagged to the ground, barely staying on his knees.

The queer couldn’t muster the breath to deny the charges, which Jakiris took to be a “yes”. He grabbed his baggy jeans and felt the immediate hard-on he always got when he got violent and hurt someone. The white boy just looked up, coughing and retching.

Jakiris put his hand in the fly of his boxers. His jeans were low enough that he could accomplish this without dropping his pants. He yanked the large black cock out with little difficulty, and left it sticking straight
out in front of the faggot’s face.

The boy managed to say “No, no, no” as he guessed what was next. Jakiris grabbed his ears and pried open the kid’s mouth.

“I better not feel no teef cocksucker. Now get busy on dis dick.” He shoved the monster in and the kid choked. “Suck dat shit, bitch.”

The kid tried to pull back, and Jakiris let go of one ear and slammed him hard again in the gut. Using the same hand, he forced the mouth open again and jammed home his cock. This time the boy seemed to understand there was no refusing this powerful black man and he relaxed a bit as he mouthed his first cock.

It didn’t take Jakiris long. He was already pumped from the violence of taking the white boy and breaking him down to the faggot most were inside, and the bitch did have a warm, wet mouth. Jakirius imagined the long blond hair was on a cunt and he let go with his load within two minutes.

The boy gagged and let cum drip out of the corners of his mouth. Jakiris squeezed his long, black dick and moaned. “Dass it faggot. Swallow dat shit. You a good cocksucker, bitch. Clean dat piss slit, cunt.”

Amazingly, the kid leaned into the head and licked the last of the cum. He let his gaze fall to the alley, and Jakiris let go of his ears. “Dat shit be good. You bess be here tomorrow night again and we pick up where we leff off.”

He pushed the white boy to the ground and kicked him in the crotch with his Jordans. Then he pulled up a huge hock of spit and planted it on the kid’s face, watching as his babies dribbled down the fag’s chin.

***

Jakiris wasn’t sure if the white faggot would show up the next night at the club, as he had ordered. He kind of doubted it, but then you never knew with white boys. The kid seemed so keen on hanging out with rappers and thugs.

But the night passed uneventfully, and Jakiris happily left with two young ho’s, one white and blond, and spent the next few hours after leaving the club with one or both of the bitches on his insatiable cock.

It was the next day, just about five in the afternoon, when he had dispatched the pussy and gone to the nearby KFC, that he saw the white queer. He was entering the parking garage across the street, and Jakiris
saw him waiting for the elevator. Quickly, he sprinted in the side door, and ran up the stairs to the second and top floor.

He was just in time, as the slow moving elevator creaked open and the kid walked out alone. Jakiris grabbed him and hauled him into the stairwell. He held his hand over the cocksucker’s mouth so he couldn’t scream, and once in the stairway he punched the faggot hard in the gut.

The blond bitch caved to his knees, just like the last time. Jakiris pulled his hand away from the boy’s mouth, and reached in the fly of his grey boxer briefs, not needing to clear the way of his jeans which hung
very low.

“Listen, dude, I’m really sorry I couldn’t make it last night. You know I dig your act, man. I would have been there if I could.”

“Dat wasn’t no engrave invitashun bitch. When I tells you ta bees somewhere, you say what time, boss? An it wasn’t ta hear me rap either, it was ta get busy on my cock, you hear me white boy?”

“Yeah, sure, dude, whatever. But not here. Let’s go to your place.”

Jakiris just sneered. “Yeah right. It ain’t gonna be me they see on his white faggot knees sucking a niggaz dick if dey walk down dis stair.” He punched the kid in the face, and then reached behind and took out the kid’s wallet. It hung on one of those skateboarder chains, and Jakiris ripped it loose, tearing the kids belt loop off.

He looked inside the wallet, as the kid held his sore mouth and started to quietly cry. Jakiris found no credit cards, but took out the fifty five bucks the kid had, and then his photo driver’s license.

“Dis where you live, in Hollyfield wid da rich white folk?”

“Yeah”, the fag answered. Jakiris now fished his growing dick, and his balls, from his underwear, and smiled as he saw it had grown to its full ten inches when he had pummeled the weak white queer.

He pushed the boy’s hand away from his swollen lips, and pried open the kid’s mouth. He quickly stuffed his monster dick in the cocksucker’s warm, waiting mouth, and grabbed his long blond hair and his ears, viciously
mouth fucking his rape victim. Or was the boy really being raped?

Sensing there was no hope, the teenager leaned into his work now, applying pressure, but no teeth, to the chore, as he remembered his girlfriend had done to him numerous times. Jakiris didn’t smell bad down there, fresh from a shower, but the small black curly pubes were all over his mouth. He pulled hard on his nemesis’s cock. He even took his right hand and milked the low hanging balls. With his left he touched Jakiris’s grey boxer brief covered butt, tracing the ass crack.

The bigger man came in less than a minute, moaning loudly, and clearly audible from the elevator landing. “Dass it faggot! Take dem babies. Swallow you dinna. You white cocksuckers love dat nigga cock!”

When Jakiris was finished pumping his seed down the teenager’s throat, he allowed himself to think about his friend Daz. Daz was an up and coming thug, just 18, and he looked up to Jakiris and was running some serious shit on the streets already. Jakiris thought maybe he’d share his new white cocksucker when the time was right.

Without being told, the boy leaned in and cleaned Jakiris’s crotch. Squeezing out the last of the cum from his hole, then licking the shaft clean. Finally he licked his man’s balls clean.

“Dass enuff. You enjoin it too much, bitch.” Jakiris pushed the faggot down half a flight of stairs. He pushed his junk back in his underwear and turned to go.

“Now ah know where you lives. So you better sho up whens I tell you. Be at the club tonight aroun two. Fix yo hair nice for me too babydoll, and cum hungry.”

***

The white boy did indeed show up later that night, sheepishly appearing just before two AM. Jakiris ignored him and loved the way that seemed to make the kid want him more.

The faggot kept finding ways to get closer to his better, and desperately tried to make eye contact. He truly wasn’t sure if Jakiris even saw him. He was surprised to feel his small cock stir a bit in his cargo shorts.

Around four things were winding down, and Jakiris was done for the night. He took a VIP table in the back with the cafe au lait sister from the previous night. Then he texted his main man Daz and told him to come on over.

The white cocksucker had hit up the ATM and asked a waitress to send over a bottle of Hennessey to Jakiris’s table, with set ups. About fifteen minutes later Daz arrived. He was just 18, but tall and wiry, with long braided dreads. Jakiris got up to do a light hug and bump. Then the younger man sat down at the table, and his host poured him a strong drink.

The white kid watched enviously from a corner, unaware that Jakiris saw his every move. After a few more minutes, Jakiris got up from the table and walked towards the men’s room. Daz quickly moved in on the girl and started feeling up her tits.

The boy was near the bathroom door, and Jakiris motioned with his eyes for him to follow him in. The bathroom was empty as the club was thinning out, and as soon as the queer walked in, Jakiris grabbed him by the throat and put him up against the wall.

“Now lissen up good faggot. Weez goin ta mah crib. You, me an ma main man. Youze gonna suck boaf cocks, see?” The pussied-out white nodded. “Thirty minutes. Eight ten norf Street. Don’t be late.” And Jakiris dropped the cocksucker to the dirty bathroom floor, where he fell in a puddle of piss.

When Jakiris returned to the table, he saw that the bitch had her tongue halfway down Daz’s throat. He grabbed her and pulled her out of the booth. “You dirty fuckin ho! I leaves you wid ma man here an when I cum back you ready ta suck on his dick so quick?” He smacked her across the mouth and grabbed the Hennessey.

“Less go, son. I had enuf a dis fuckin place and da lo class hose dey got here.” Daz would follow Jakiris anywhere. Jakiris was 23 and bigger and knew more about the world. Daz kinda digged selling, but he had to admit rappin’ in a club was like getting paid for sex.

Ten minutes later they were in Jakiris’s apartment over a dry cleaner, “Because I Got High” by Afroman blasting, and a porn video playing on the tube showed a white bitch getting fucked up the ass by a Tupac look alike.

Daz added more Arizona Fruit Punch to his Hennessey and ice and inhaled on the blunt. He hated these grape blunts Jakiris liked, but he wasn’t going to turn down free weed.

Daz stroked his growing cock through his baggy jeans and looked at his friend. “Dayum nigga, dis weed is sum good shit. So dis movie. Lookit dat white ho take dat niggaz dick!”

“Son, I gots us a special treat tonight. Nunna dat skanky ass ho shit like at da club.” With that the light that signaled someone was at the door downstairs, blinked red. “Son, go down an let dat white boy in.”

Daz jumped up and went down the stairs, adjusting his monster hard on in his boxers. He let the skinny white boy in, locked up, and preceded the kid up the stairs.

Sitting back down, Daz said “Who dis white boy anyway?” The kid just stood, sheepishly, at the top of the stairs, looking down at his green Chucks.

“Memba dat nigga name Loquacious from Housin? Had dem white boys carry him out in dat video? One looked like da All-American quarterback dat juss hadda suck him sum nigga cock?”

“Yeah, yeah, son.” Daz laughed, slapping his thigh. “Dat shit was good. Doan tell me dis white boy here ta suck our cocks?”

“He dun suck mine aready today. Bitch gotta mouf like a vacuum cleana! Tell him to spark your short.”

The kid scampered over with his lighter and ignited Daz’s Newport. “Watch dis.” Jakiris jumped up and punched the queer in the mouth, busting open his lower lip. Blood dripped down on his wife beater. His cargo shorts, already too loose, dropped down to his ankles. The boy stood there in his white Dolce and Gabbana boxer briefs, holding his mouth.

“White faggot!” Jakiris screamed. He ripped off the kid’s wife beater. “Dis shit covered in blood you sick freak.” Daz watched in amazement as Jakiris pulled off his own wife beater, and quickly pushed down his baggy jeans and grey boxer briefs. His cock stood up at attention, pre-cum sliding down from his slit.

“Dat shit always get me hard, beatin on a white faggot or a bitch” said Jakiris, as he stroked his long hard dick. “Get down on your knees queer.”

Daz watched in amazement as the kid did just that. “Look man. I don’t know how this shit got started, but I ain’t gay. I just dig your rap man. Me and my friend think you are so cool. But I’m not into this gay shit.
Me and him got girlfriends.”

Jakiris punched the kid in the left eye. It would leave a nasty motherfuckin shiner the next day. The faggot fell back into the coffee table, knocking over a few empty beer cans. Jakiris grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back on his knees.

Screaming at the top of his lungs, totally out of control with rage, Jakiris yelled over the music “You muthafuckin freak! I want dis shit sucked off good. Den you start on ma man here. Got it? Anymore shit and ah’ll fuckin cut off yu balls you sick, freakie ass white faggot.”

“If eyes feel any teef, ah’ll black dat otha eye for you cocksucker.” The kid leaned over and took Jakiris in his mouth. Daz had freed his nine inch cock from his boxers and was stroking it. With a look of resignation, the white boy reached out with his right hand and started to stroke Daz’s dick, while he sucked on Jakiris’s.

“Damn Jak, dis white faggot know his place aroun you. Hurry up and nut soos I can get in dat mouf.” And he did.

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