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A young black man is drugged and abducted in Part 1 of Blackjack’s first story submission.
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Corey’s Night Out – Part 1
by Blackjack

Corey lay asleep naked on his side on the bed, Mostyn laid next him. The sun peaked through a crack in the curtain. It made a yellow spot on Corey’s naked pale brown thigh. “Ah,” Mostyn groaned as he stretched his arms above his head, “Oh!” he gasped as he looked down and saw Corey’s naked body next to him. “OH,” he thought “I’ve never had a black boy before.” He stared at the size of Corey’s ass and thigh. He urged to touch and fondle Corey’s nakedness he itched to reach out and let his hand flow over the contours of Corey’s body. “No I can’t he whispered to himself “this boy must be willing he must be awake first.”

Corey groaned and resettled himself on the bed. He lifted one eye lid as he realised that someone was touching him. Was this just a dream? “Where am I?” he thought His tiredness took over and he fell asleep.

Mostyn lay back with his hands behind his head. He quickly became excited again as he lay there watching his dick get hard at the thought of the black boy lying next to him. His thoughts drifted to the night before.

The ball room was dark with just a set of lights on low. The MC was introducing guests as they arrived. “Mr Corey Chambers and Miss Bella Smythe,” he announced in a loud voice. Bella’s arm was wrapped around Corey’s fore arm he escorted her to the table. “Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked her.

“OH a Soda would be fine,” Bella replied. Corey disappeared into dark of the corner of the ball room his purple suit did not help under the faded lighting. He returned to the table with two cups of drink. Music began to play and people shuffled and danced on the dance floor under swirling multi-coloured lights.

“Dance?” Corey asked holding out his hand.

“Sure why not,” Bella replied.

No sooner had they got to the dance floor than the MC made an announcement. “Mr Walter and Mrs Smythe,” Bella continued dancing with Corey, but they soon rudely interrupted.

“What are doing girl?” Walter shrieked as he grabbed Bella by the arm.

“But daddy, daddy,” Bella protested as Walter dragged her from the dance floor.

“Sir!” Corey said moving towards Walter. He was stopped by Walter’s hand reaching out and pushing Corey in the throat.

“My little girl isn’t going to be with any of you people,” Walter said angrily.

Corey stood in the middle of the dance floor holding his throat all he could do was shrug his shoulders.
Walter and Martha walked Bella out of the ball room leaving a stunned Corey stood there with the crowd of guests gawking at him. Corey felt ashamed he looked down at the floor ad turned to walk back to his table. He sat down but he felt he could hear someone whispering to him. Corey was startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You coming to Craig Thompson’s house?” a voice asked him.

“Ah,” Corey gasped as looked up to see who was asking the question. A tall lanky teenage boy called Noel Stephens stood at Corey’s shoulder.

“Come on Corey come over here and have some punch?” Stephens pleaded. “You deserve better than that,” Stephens said.

Corey got up and walked with Stephens to a table where there were three boys, they stood around a bowl whispering. They were trying to conceal what they doing. On seeing the boy’s huddled around the punch bowl Stephens urged Corey with the words “Be careful what you drink,” Stephens whispered in Corey’s ear.

“Huh,” Corey said.

“Just be wary of what they offer you,” Stephens reiterated.

“Here dude have a drink,” one of the boys said handing Corey a paper cup with a red liquid in it. Corey took it and had a sip. “No man you gotta drink it up,” the small kid on the other side of table said. Corey glared at the boy and took the cup and drank deeply from it. No sooner had he finished than his head began to spin, he had an awful feeling in his stomach. “Have some more,” heard the small boy say as another cup was placed in his hand. Man after what you been through you must feel like shit,” a boy said. “Drink up then we’ll go to Craig’s party,” someone said as they slapped Corey on the back.

Corey was helped to the car his gait was as wobbly as his was inside his head. Come on a voice boomed. Corey felt arms helping him out of the car. He was helped into Craig’s house and onto a seat. “Wait here I’ll get us some pop,” a voice urged Corey looked around and could only find one familiar face in the crowd.

The music touched Corey’s ears it was rhythmic seductive music. Corey’s head felt like it was still spinning. There was an urge with in Corey he began to sway in time with the music. He felt like he was being seduced by the sound. He jumped up on a table and began to gyrate his hips and pelvis something came over him and began slowly taking off his clothes. His waved the blazer over his head and let it go it seemed to fly through the air. The crowd was whooping and egging Corey on. Next his shirt came off then he put his hands on the hips of his trousers. The belt came off then the zip opened up, revealing a large lump it was pushing out the duck egg blue underwear. The maroon trousers slipped down to Corey’s ankles, he wobbled as he bent down and took one foot at a time out of the leg holes. He wiggled his hips and his ass as he threw the trousers to the cheering audience. He breathed a deep sigh and fell backwards. Everything was spinning before his eyes but he managed to get up and slip out of his bikini brief underpants. His torso writhed swayed and his ass wiggling all the time. As his hips gyrated as his dick wobbled. His head felt fuzzy and he leaned back. He fell and fell until he landed in the arms of two young men.

“Come on kid let’s get in the sack,” one of the young men said. They lowered Corey to his feet but he swayed uneasily on his feet. One boy grasped Corey’s arm and the other placed a hand on the small of Corey’s back.

“Just a minute!” Stephens gasped as watched Corey and the two boys disappear into a room down the hall. Stephens blinked as he thought he saw the hand on the small of Corey’s back slide down to Corey’s ass.

“Oh my head,” Corey groaned as he rolled over and saw a boy with blond hair staring at him. The boy looked fuzzy and unclear to Corey. Ohhph,” Corey moaned as he dropped back down on the mattress. Then Corey felt something on the shaft of his dick. He stored down at his phallus and saw the long white finger moving gently up and down his charcoal colored rod. “What the fuck are doi…” Corey upper body fell back down onto the mattress, his elbow no longer able to hold his upper body up.

“Oh whee,” Craig sealed with delight as he saw the white chord attached to Corey’s left wrist. It had come off the metal bed head and was loose around the caramel colored wrist. Craig took the chord and re tied it to Corey’s wrist. He pulled it up and tied it to the bed head. Craig was as naked as Corey was and now he had the 21 year old black kid all to himself. Craig was delighted that Corey was basically immobile and he was in the same bed as he, Craig was.

Craig shuffled across the bed and sat on Corey’s face, he wiggled his ass to make himself comfortable and to make sure that Corey got his fair share of ass. Craig lent forward and grabbed Corey’s dick he rubbed and caressed until a drip of precum appeared then he set about aggressively sucking Corey off. He shifted his position and began to fondle Corey’s current colored nipples. “Arrgg,” Corey moaned as Craig pinched the left nipple. Craig became horny as twisted Corey’s nipples. “OH my own private black boy,” Craig mumbled. Craig’s hands slipped down to where Corey’s balls should have been but he only found the shaft of Corey’s 8 inch dick. Craig looked down only to find that Corey’s balls were stuck between his thighs and poked out the back. He reached over at his captive’s testicles and fondled them and rubbed them. “OH Corey I am gonna make you my slave, my own private slave.” Craig looked down Corey’s body and saw that his feet were bound at the ankles “Ohh,” he squealed in exaltation. He took Corey’s dick in his hand and began to pull it “Oh you are smooth Craig whispered. He lowered his head and sucked, and sucked Corey off. Corey groaned as his nether region hurt. Soon Craig had more than he could handle. Corey laid back exhausted and he passed out.

“I don’t know what happened,” Corey said “I only know that I woke up next to this blonde kid and I was all trussed up like a thanks giving turkey.” Corey looked at Justin with a hang dog expression. Justin lent forward and put his hand on Corey’s naked thigh he smiled at Corey, Corey looked at Justin and realized that Justin’s touch was making him Horney. Justin’s dark hand complimented Corey’s caramel tones. “I am going to have a shower then I am off to bed,” Corey said he stood up. Corey turned to Justin “How did I get home?” he asked in a plaintive voice.

“Stephens brought you home don’t you remember,” Justin said.

Corey got in the shower moments later Justin joined him. Justin pushed Corey up against the glass and they kissed, Justin held Corey’s wrists flat upon the glass.

The finished showering and Justin patted Corey dry with a towel then Justin led Corey into the bed room. With his foot he gave the door a shove and it slammed closed.

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