I still remember the night vividly - the neon lights of our dystopian city casting an eerie glow on the streets as I tracked down my latest target, a feisty little white boy who thought he could resist our Black New World Order. His name was Timmy, a scrawny thing with a bad attitude and an even worse haircut. He had been causing trouble in the underground resistance circles, trying to rally others against our supremacy. But what he didn’t understand was that resistance is futile when you’re up against someone like me.
I cornered him in a dimly lit alley, his back pressed against the cold brick wall as I towered over him. The fear in his eyes was palpable, but there was still that spark of defiance he couldn’t quite extinguish. That’s when I knew this was going to be fun. With my chiseled features and dark ebony skin illuminated by the flickering streetlights, I must have looked like a god to this pathetic little white boy. Slowly, deliberately, I began to unbutton my silk shirt, revealing my muscular chest as his eyes widened in terror and anticipation.
Anonymous, let me tell you - there’s something incredibly satisfying about watching that last shred of resistance crumble in a white boy’s eyes. As I took out my thick 12-inch veiny black cock, Timmy’s defiance melted away into submission. The sound of his own screams still echoes in my mind as I throat fucked him relentlessly, breaking his will with every thrust. By the time I finished with him, he wasn’t just broken - he was transformed into one of us, eagerly awaiting his next session of submission and pleasure under my command.
