Absence of Choice

by The Ghost In The Machine

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma, Mult, NonConsensual, Rape, Blackmail, Drunk/Drugged, TransGender, CrossDressing, MaleDom, Gang Bang, Interracial, First, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: This is the story about a young man , who is is blackmailed into submission by a black guy.

Chapter 1: Introduction

Hi my name is Karl and this is my story, when I was 25. I moved to New York in search of a better life. I left everything behind when I was offered a job in the big apple. Things didn't work out like I wanted to at all, my job was boring, my boss was a pain in the ass, and it was very difficult for me to make new friends. I had moved into a big appartment block in Harlem not realizing that I was moving into a ghetto. Most of my neighbors were black and the few others were Spanish Hispanics and a small minority of white trash.

I told myself that when I got promoted I would move up town but that wouldn't be soon.

I spend most my time working but my boss didn't really apreciate my efforts and my colleges saw me as a weirdo.

I was getting more and more isolated and I was thinking of moving back home. But the idea of coming home with my tale between my legs and moving back home with my parents wasn't really hopeful. If only I had left while I still had the chance...

One Saturday night in may I was very bored with myself, I was sitting in front of my pc and had just finished some work and before I logged of the internet I decided to surf the net for some porn. I stumbled onto a web site and was checking out some hardcore when I stumbled upon a picture of a very young blond that had the tip of a large dildo up her ass. She was so beautiful that I decided to jerk of with this pic opened. For some reason I had been fascinated with anal sex for a while and although I had sex with a number of girls I had never been able to fuck them up the ass. Seeing this young vixen made me curious, she seemed to enjoy it a lot. I wondered how it felt for this girl, and if it was really possible to enjoy something like that. Whithout thinking my hand lowered down from my dick between my cheeks. My finger touched the small hole but didn't enter, I put some spit on my finger and tried again. Even the wet finger didn't go in very easy, I had to push hard and it hurt like hell.

"How can anyone enjoy this?" I thought. But I was so horny that I decided to keep going and find out what it is really like. When the first finger was completely in I tried to push in a second but even with more spit it wouldn't go in. For a moment I wanted to stop but my horny state made me go on. I got down on the ground on my knees and try in this more comfortable position. After a while the second finger popped in and I was moving the fingers in and out at a slow pace. Still this didn't give me any pleasure, my dick had even gone limb.

I jerked of in this position and after a few minutes I came and shot my load on the ground. Suddenly the horny state was gone and I felt ridiculous, the two fingers were still in my sore butt and when I pulled them out it hurt like hell. I suddenly felt very ashamed and realized that I hadn't even closed the curtains. In panic I rushed to the window and closed them.

"Had anyone seen this?" I asked myself as I looked trough the curtains at the huge apartment block on the other side of the street. But couldn't see anything special. So I got up to take a shower but first I had to go to the toilet, seems that playing with you're ass make you have to go. That night I didn't sleep well as in my dreams I was playing with myself bet there were hundreds of people watching me, even people I knew were standing next to me as I was rubbing my ass.

Chapter 2: All Hell Breaks Lose.

Sunday morning I woke up with a strange feeling that something was wrong. I just put that feeling down to lack of sleep. At about noon I turned on my computer and to my surprise a message popped up explaining that I had mail, this was unusual because the only mails I get are work relate and I was Sunday. The subject said: YOUR ASS IS MINE. I thought that it was some add from a porn site but when I opened it my face turned pale and I suddenly felt very sick. A picture of a male butt with two fingers down the ass, in all there were 5 pictures and on 3 of them my face was clearly visible. Almost automatically I turned my pc of, as if that would help.

I waited about 5 minutes before restarting it, it was still there, I went to the window and looked outside and looked at about all the windows across the street from where the pictures could have been taken. A few people were looking at me and I closed the curtains. I spend the whole afternoon in a terrible panic I tried to reply the mail but the address didn't exist anymore.

At five a clock the phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked with a trembling voice.

"Hello assboy, open the curtains for me" the deep voice said.

"What? Who is this?" I replied.

"Open the fucking curtains! " he answered

"No, I don't know what you want, but I'm going to call the police " I yelled.

The line went dead, and I thought that I had scared him off by yelling, I was feeling very proud of myself and made a decision, I was going to leave New York and go back home to Holland. My confidence grew and I started packing right away. At about 8 o'clock in the evening I had packed in most off my stuff and I was feeling hungry and ordered a pizza.

Half an hour later the doorbell rang and I opened the door thinking it would be the delivery guy. To my surprise a huge muscular black guy was standing in front of me and before I could do anything he knocked me out cold.

When I came around I was lying on the sofa and I could see the guy sitting on my computer.

"Who are you?" I asked while getting up.

"I am your pimp." He said calmly while turning towards me.

"What..." I started.

"Shut up assboy, ill explain in a minute." he answered.

"Go away, I'll call the police..." I tried again.

He didn't answer and I didn't know what to do, I hesitated for a moment and then went for the door.

But he blocked the way and grabbed me by my ear and guided me back to the sofa.

"Listen to me assboy, you have nowhere to go, so just sit down and listen to me." he said

I sat down and while smoking a cigarette he started to explain.

"As you might have guessed I am the man that took the picture's of you playing with yourself yesterday, I don't know why but for some reason it turned me on to see you do all that stuff" he said. "I've never been turned on by men, I'm straight, but seeing you made me curious so I decided I was going to have it on with you"

"What do you mean..." I asked.

"We are going to have sex, you and me, don't you speak English" he said.

"No way man, go find yourself some other..." I started.

'You don't understand assboy, I have pictures of you, how would you like if I send them to you work so all your colleges would get to know you a little bit better assboy " he said "I could even print out copy's and hang them around the place so everyone could see what you are like"

"Fuck you" I said, "I don't care, you can't tell me what to do, and I'll call the police."

"No assboy, you have it wrong again, I'm the one who's going to do the fucking" he replied "and about the police, I could kill you right now and they probably wouldn't find you until next week, you picked the wrong neighborhood to live in."

As he started explaining what he wanted I was stunned, I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

He explained that I was to call in sick the next day and spend it preparing for the 'fuck', as he didn't want to fuck a man, he gave detailed orders how I should dress up. He would ask me to repeat his orders to make sure I would remember them.

As he was talking I realized that the only way out of this would be to leave the block tonight, I was almost packed and I could spend a few days in a hotel before taking the airplane back to Holland. He would still have the pictures but who cared I would be far away.

"So you understand what to do assboy" he said.

I nodded, even though I had missed most of what he had said. But I didn't care I would be out of here tonight and all this would be over. I even felt a strange sense of victory.

"Oh, before I forget, I can see you are all packed, I hope you're not thinking of going back home" He said

I looked at him in disbelieve, and shook my head with my mouth open.

"You see, I just printed out a copy of you're contact list, I know all the email-addresses of you're friends and family back home." He said "and I bet they would love to know what their friend is doing in the big apple."

He held the peace of paper in front of my face to shove me he wasn't bluffing. Then he left with a big smile on his face.

I couldn't believe it, this guy was way smarter then I had thought, and the idea of all the people I knew getting pictures off me in that position was to much, I would never be able to face them. I had to give in.

My mind was going a in overdrive trying to find a way out of this mess, but all I could see was my parents getting to see the pictures of there son playing with himself, after about half an hour total panic struck in and the only way to calm down seemed to be a large amount of whiskey.

Chapter 3: Tell me why I don't like Mondays

Monday at about 10 O' clock I woke up, my mind was a total blank but it didn't take me long to remember what a mess I was in. I had a terrible hangover, I closed the curtains and turned on my pc, I had one message:

Good morning assboy,

So you finally woke up, no yesterday wasn't a dream.

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