Acts of Love and War

 Jake loved women, especially white women raised in a sheltered environment. He loved their creamy white skin, their innocence still seemingly clinging to childhood, and their sense of entitlement, which was so satisfying to violate. He particularly loved them when they judged him to be a victim of white men because of the color of his skin, and yet also somehow considered him superior to white men. They always seemed to consider having sex with him to be a special privilege. All he really had to do once he was alone with them was to whip his big black dick out, and instantly they were kneeling down in front of him as though they had been preparing for this moment all their lives. And they would always do things with him that they would never do with a white man. If a white man wanted to have anal sex with them, it was ‘dirty.’ If he wanted it, it was an exotic cultural practice that would be racist for them to question.

Jake also had sex with men sometimes, but he considered this an act of war, not of love. He understood that penetrating a man and putting a man in the place of a woman, whether the man desired it or not, was the best way to subjugate him. He grew up in Africa, where rape was used as a weapon of war, and he understood this in a way that people raised in more ‘civilized’ Western countries could not. The idea that ignorance of the most basic things in life seemed to be a mark of this ‘civilization’ always gave him an inner chuckle.

He had seen men in his own country whose spirit had been broken by rape. They were typically impotent and had lost all confidence around women. The humiliation of a bigger, stronger, more aggressive man forcing his thick cock into his guts was forever burned into the victim’s memory. It was as though the rapist’s cock penetrated his brain at the same time as it penetrated his bottom. But although the cock eventually pulled out, and the torn and bleeding rectum eventually healed, he knew that his cock would stay in the man’s brain forever. From that moment onward, he was no longer a man, but a sissy. Whenever the newly minted sissy found himself attracted to a woman, the indelible memory of this cock invasion would appear again with its irrefutable message: you are not a man, you are another man’s bitch. 

Once the sissy realized that his sexual function had been forever altered, and that he could no longer have sex with women, he would either become solitary and reclusive, or embrace a submissive gay lifestyle. The ones who turned gay seemed to want to endlessly repeating the rape experience. For these men, who had now become sissies, rape was the most powerful and definitive experience of their sexual life. Nothing before or after that moment could compare in intensity or transformative power. Before rape, he was a man who had sex with women. After rape, he was neither man nor woman, just an object for use or derision. 

Sometimes, as Jake looked down at his own thick cock, he marveled at its power. His cock could impregnate a woman with a new life. Or it could corrupt a man’s soul, change his identity, turn his cock into an oversized clit, and rob him of any prospect of marriage and family. Jake’s cock could - and frequently did - impregnate men with a living death, effectively removing them from the gene pool.

When he came to America, one of his first surprises was how many white men seemed to crave this experience. Most men in his own country would rather die than be raped. But here, men would fantasize and prepare for it for years. They would watch videos of black men raping white men, they would practice with a dildo, and they would primp and preen and purchase wardrobes to make themselves more attractive to potential rapists. As an alpha male, he had a natural lust for conquering other men. But these ‘men’ didn’t require much conquering. They would throw themselves onto his sword! The interesting thing was that the effect on them was much the same as with forced rape: loss of pride, impotence, and the inability to have relationships with women except in the role of cuckold. Their willingness only made it that much more enjoyable. 

Jake gave detailed instructions to Brian. He had done this before and knew what he wanted. Jake was to eat a high-fiber vegetarian diet for one week before their meeting. He was to purchase several pair of silky panties in pastel colors, matching training bras, and frilly white socks. He was to practice applying lipstick and eyeliner. He was to remove all body hair the day before their meeting. He was to clean himself out with enema and douche the morning before their meeting. He was to greet him at the door in blouse and miniskirt, clean and lightly perfumed. He was not to masturbate or practice with a dildo for the entire week. Jake wanted him to be fresh and tight and hungry.

He would be the perfect gentleman when he came over to the sissy's house or hotel room. He would come with a suit and tie and a bottle of champaign. He would make small talk and gently caress the sissy, just like he would a woman. Once the sissy started to relax, he would require him to undress him. The sissy would have to remove his jacket and shirt and tie and hang them up neatly. Then he would have to remove his shoes and socks and belt and pants and put them away in the closet. Then he would tell the sissy to kneel in front of him and caress and kiss his cock through his underpants. Jake would run his fingers through his hair and press his bulge into his face while the sissy kissed and caressed him. Once he was semi-erect, he would instruct the sissy to take his cock out of his underwear.

This was always a special moment, when the sissy came face to face with Jake's big black cock for the first time. Then he would tell the sissy to give it a kiss. If the sissy was going to call it quits and run away, this was usually when it would happen. But if the sissy stayed and kissed his cock, Jake knew that he had control of him. Most of the time, the sissy was so worked up and cock-hungry that he would start kissing his cock repeatedly. Then he would pull the sissy's head back and say, "Do you see the lipstick prints on my cock?" The sissy would say "Yes Sir," or sometimes just nod. "Whose lip prints are they?" "They are mine, Sir" "Do you know what that means?" "It means I am a sissy faggot, Sir" "That's right. You are a good sissy faggot, and now you are going to worship my cock.

Then he would sit down on a chair and have the sissy crouch down between his legs and let him worship his cock. He would play with the sissy's comparatively diminutive cock with his toes, moving his panties to the side, and putting his little cock between Jake's big black toes. This would drive the sissy wild, and he would suck and suck on his big black cock like a hungry baby. He had to be careful not to overstimulate him with his toes otherwise the sissy would cum and lose some of his enthusiasm. If Jake felt teeth, he would slap the sissy sharply. They were always stunned by this. Jake would say sternly, "No teeth!", and the sissy would get right back to work.

At some point, Jake would pretend he was bored and take out his phone to start texting. In reality he was taking pictures and video of the sissy sucking.

Once Jake was good and hard, he would command the sissy to get on the bed face down. He would take off the sissy's panties and lubricate his cleft with a high quality silicone lube. Then he would lay his black pipe lengthwise along the crack, and tell sissy what a pretty white bottom he has, "just like a woman's." He would gently start to slide his cock back and forth along his crack with increasing pressure. He would ask, "how does that feel?" "It feels good, Sir." He would wait until the sissy's breathing had increased and he started to push his bottom back against him. Then he knew it was time. His strokes would increase in length until the tip of his cock started to catch at the rim of the sissy's boi pussy. Then the moment would come when the sissy's pussy would catch the tip of his cock and it would slide in. This always provoked a gasp. Jake would then pull out and start stroking along the crack again, giving the sissy just the tip from time to time until his anus started to loosen. He would work it in a little deeper every time.

There would always come a moment, usually just before the shoulders of his cock forced open the sissy’s anus to accommodate Jake’s maximum thickness, when the sissy’s eyes would go wide and his face slack, as he realized that he was being mortally wounded. For this reason, he liked to complete penetration in the missionary position. That way he could watch this realization play out on the sissy’s face. It was like watching a man die on the inside. It was like fucking him to death.

He liked to grind the rough hair of his belly over the sissy’s helpless and comparatively diminutive cock and balls, as though they were a woman’s clit and pussy. He would lock eyes with the sissy as he forced his cock deep into his rectum, and watch as the sissy realized (too late!) that he was also forcing his cock into his soul. By the time he had bottomed out and his balls were rhythmically slapping against the sissy’s ass, the sissy would often begin to weep. The tears would continue long after pain had turned to pleasure, tears now of surrender rather than of pain. After Jake had finally satisfied himself and flooded the sissy’s rectum with semen, he would be sure to kiss him tenderly as his cock softened and retreated, whispering ‘I want you to remember this moment forever. You are my woman now. You have no right to pretend to be a man ever again.’ The sissy would always nod in tearful assent.

He would always have a dozen roses sent the next day, along with a framed glossy print of the sissy worshipping his cock.