Jack's Pov Part Two


by Jawan <Sdas2@hotmail.com>

The Indian perv pressed Jack against the wall. His little upturned nigger nose was squashed against the wall; his black hands were pressed against the white wall, soft pink palms against the wall, chocolately black hairless backs facing his eyes. The perv feverishly and painfully pinched his arse through his thin slacks.

"Get your pants down, my little nigger bumboy, " the perv whispered in Jack's ear, licking his ear with his hot hungry tongue. While the dinge hustler loosened his pants, the overexcited perv grapped his soft black ear and twisted it viciously. The boy's eyes filled with tears.

When Jack's pants were down, the perv fell to his knees, and the boy could hear him moaning with lust as he gazed at those perfect black moons, hairless, soft, vulnerable, ready for punishment. His little stubby hairy fingers began trying to part Jack's arse cheeks. The boy involuntarily tightened his arse cheeks and received a stinging slap on the ass from the perv's palm.

The little perv jumped to his feet and hissed in Jack's ear, "What do you say, Jacko?"

"Two sir," said the boy obediently. Then the perv was down on his knees again, parting Jack's arse cheeks. The boy heard a grunt of pure delight from behind him. What a delicious sight it was? That bright pink winking arse hole in the middle of the rich, black, chocolately skin. The perv thrust his tongue out and hungrily and noisily and spittily licked and sucked at the pink at the heart of the chocolate. Nothing more delicious and yummy than Jacko's arse with the exception perhaps of the chocolate cake he had for his birthday many years (he almost said "moons," but that pun would be too awful) ago. Then suddenly he switched from licking and sucking Jack's anus to giving him a sharp nip on the arse. The boy yelped with pain, and the perv's little _c_o_c_k_ tented up sharply with excitment.

Then the perv stood up, and inserted on stubby finger in Jack's arse and began finger _f_u_c_k_ing it. What a satisfactory soft, squelchy feel as stubby finger sunk into soft red gaping hole? And what a delight to hear Jack's moans of mingled pain and lust.

Then, suddenly the perv lost interest in finger _f_u_c_k_ing Jack. He rushed over to the corner of his bed, ducked under, and with a cry of delight came back with a bairbrush. It was a small little hairbrush with a polished wooden back. "Stretch out your hand by little black boytoy," said the perv, voice trembling with excitement.

Jack removed one hand from the wall. Gingerely he stretched it out. The perv with great delight, held the black back of his hand, bent forward and kissed the pink palm. Then, he tantalizingly stroked the palm with the brush, so the boy could feel the hard, cool touch of the wood and anticipate the pain to come. Then the brush was raised, and down it came. "Thwack." "Ouch," cried Jack.

"What do you say nigger bitch?" demanded the perv.

"Three sir," responded Jack obediently.


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