Chapter 1 - Almost...

   Warren adjusted the camera, prepared to film. 
   He glanced to the changing room where Max and Chloe stood before a mirror, chatting it up, both of them in glossy heels and detailed lingerie - Max in all-white, Chloe in all-black. 
   Coach sat in the bed in the middle of the room, entirely naked, smoking patiently on his cigar, his dark eyes settling on Warren from time to time. 
   And each time, it sent shivers down his spine.
   Especially disturbing was that Coach kept stroking his black cock as he looked at him, its scary length and crazy girth riddled with bulging veins that throbbed, with a glistening line of cum that stretched from the head down to the sheets.
"You tell those two they better be ready soon, or I'll be taking you," Coach told him, laughing darkly. 
   Fuck me, thought Warren. He rushed so fast he nearly tripped over the tripod. This guy means business... How had he allowed himself to be dragged into this?
   Oh, right, Max....
   It wasn't enough that that Chloe had convinced her to go for a change in "lifestyle" and make a cuckold of him, but now the two had the bright idea that they would start making their own videos and sell them online for dosh. 
   Not a bad idea, but why did he have to be in on it? 
   As if it hadn't been enough that she humiliated him by becoming friendly with every black friend that he had inviting them to fuck her over at his place. No, he had also been charged with finding them a co-star with "a huge black dick." 
   Just busywork in the end. 
   The sleepless nights of pure suffering and lingering jealousy were long gone - the tears were dried, and Warren was totally dead inside. He was never going to fuck his girlfriend again, but would hold her hand each time she fucked a black guy. Sure, why not? At least he wasn't getting bombed in Syria. It could be worse.
"Are you guys ready?" he asked them.
   The two swung their gazes over to him, annoyed at their interruption. "Almost," said Max. "Do we look good?" 
   Her new piercing on her flat tummy shone. "You look great."
"Ha ha ha!" Chloe reached down and grabbed his chastity cage through his jeans. "How does it feel to know your wimp dick isn't worthy of even stroking?" 
   Not this again... "It doesn't feel like anything." 
"Right..." 
   The two of them walked out, their heels clacking, making their way towards their co-star. 
   Coach beat his dick against his palm and a deep rumble came from his mouth as he licked his lips. "Damn, but you look good." 
   They did. Just two silky-skinned white princesses that couldn't have weighed two hundred pounds put together, their make-up and hair all done, their high-end lingerie reaching in the hundreds, swaying their hips and tight asses before the camera as they teased their way towards their much talked-about big black cock. 
   Even in his deadened state, Warren couldn't help but get a little hard. But Max was right when she locked him up initially: "Of course this won't hurt, your cock isn't even big enough to push against the plastic!" 
   Here he was, her white boyfriend, all locked up, filming as she approached the black bull that promised would break her to pieces.
"You're a big boy, aren't you?" murmured Chloe, getting on the bed and making her towards him on all fours. "What a beautiful cock you've got there."
   Warren struggled to catch everything in frame as best as he could.
   Coach spread his arms and allowed the girls to get down to either side of him. The girls settled in and quickly started to move their fingers through his coarse chest-hair. In turn, his stubby black fingers went down to their asses. 
   What a sight...
   His hands were big enough to grab their tiny white butts in full. Next to his massive body they were just two little girls, ivory toys waiting to be bent by those strong black hands. 
   Max, romantic that she was, immediately began to kiss his chest and neck, making her way towards his mouth. Chloe just reached down and grabbed his cock, her eyes bulging and face breaking into a disbelieving grin as she fought to wrap her hand around the shaft. 
   It's fucking huge, she mouthed to the camera, giving Warren a thumbs up.
   Yes, he had found the right guy. Kudos to me. Idly, he wondered what it would be like for them to have that inside. What would Max feel when that black monster plunged inside her nubile body? 
   He had to admit it was wild to think about. Being a cuckold was humiliating, but this... This was interesting at least. As pathetic as it was, he had to acknowledge objectively that black guys would always be better than white guys, at least at this... 
   How could I compete with this guy? 
   Coach cupped Max's face and raised it to his, then kissed her. Both their tongues stretched out and reached for one another, rubbing against one another slowly and lovingly, each one trying to get a taste of the other... 
   Max trembled, overwhelmed with emotion, her eyes rolling back as she gave the most satisfied smile Warren had ever seen... 
   He zoomed in on their faces, making sure to capture the romantic nature of the moment.  
   Even though this bald guy was near-obese and hairy all over - in a word, gross - Max reacted as if she made out with the most perfect man in all of existence. 
   She just smacked her tongue against his, moaning softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, ready to submit to him completely. 
   Coach yanked Chloe back by the hair. At first Warren thought she would claw his eyes out, but her anger turned into an excited smile, and she joined into the kiss, all three of their tongues colliding.
   Both Max and Chloe giggled as Coach slapped their butts, turning the white skin a blooming pink.
   Just two white teens acting like crazed cocksluts before a beautiful black bull... 
   Beautiful? Warren asked of himself. Had he seriously just thought that?  
   Admittedly, there was something beautiful to it. He thought back to the first time Max had brought over a friend to his bedroom, and let herself get fucked as Warren watched. 
   He remembered the way his black friend had caught her in a lock, holding her down, just going in and out of her while Max looked up at him in helpless wonder. Unable to escape, all she could do was submit to his strength and wrap her tiny white limbs around his muscular black body in appreciation for what he did. 
   For pleasuring her in front of her cuck white boyfriend.  
   Warren had watched with jealousy as the sweat dripped down his friend's ripped back and arms, noting the way Max's toes curled in pain and pleasure, witnessing for the first time how a woman's mind could be overloaded and broken till she was incapable of speech. 
   Max had opened her mouth to scream, or maybe to speak, but nothing came out. All she could do was caress the beautiful black skin of her black master as he took complete control of her body and mind, careful to let him know that each move he made would be remembered and treasured forever. 
   And in that moment Warren had realized, too, that there was no point in leaving Max. It wasn't her fault. Anyone would submit before such force and beauty, and let it overwhelm them.
   And no white guy could ever offer that. 
   Having your girlfriend get blacked was just another thing that would become totally normal by the next generation.
   Now, both Chloe and Max were making their way down, kissing Coach's chest and hanging belly, till they found themselves in its shadow, kissing the base of his cock. 
   Worship. 
   The only word that could describe it. The two of them kissed from the base to the tip of his cock, making out with one another at the same time and swapping tastes, running their tongues over every inch and slathering it with their spit until it glistened like a treasure.
   They brought their asses up, spreading their legs towards the camera, feeding from the tip of his cock as Coach put his arms behind his head and groaned in satisfaction.  
"Tastes good, doesn't?" asked Chloe. 
"Yeah..." whispered Max breathlessly. 
"I bet your boyfriend would like to taste this too. Isn't that so Warren?" 
   Maybe for a second... Just out of curiosity. 
   Max attempted to deepthroat his cock and failed at the head, the cause of some laughter. Meekly, she went down slid her tongue over his balls, running her fingers over the full and heavy nutsack that promised to unload in her fertile womb. 
   Chloe kept choking herself on Coach's shaft, tears running down her face. The dark smears from the make-up reached down to her lips, but she wouldn't relent, just pushing it down her gagging throat again and again. 
   Coach finally reached down and grabbed her head with his huge hands, forcing her down mercilessly in spite of her choking and gagging, till her stretched lips kissed the base, the shaft throbbing against her stretched throat, her eyes rolling back as she began to throw up. He grabbed her nose and held her down even as she began to spasm and fight against it.
"Look at those pretty tears," he said, slapping her face. "Look at those pretty little white tears..." 
   She came off of it spilling vomit and shaking all over, her young and fragile body unused to this sort of rough treatment. That's what you get.  
   But now Coach grabbed Max's head and attempted to do the same to her with little success. Max began to cry outright even before it went in halfway, begging for mercy.
"I just can't..." 
   Annoyed, Coach grabbed her hair and yanked her around with dissatisfaction, then slapped her ass as she wept. Like disciplining a spoiled little girl. "You better do as I fucking tell you, you white slut. Do you understand? Look, your boyfriend's watching you. Don't you want to make him proud?" 
   Finally, Max's beautiful blue eyes came to rest on Warren. In them, he could see the vulnerability, the realization that she had signed up for something beyond her ability to do, the begging that he intervene and save her from this. 
   Fuck you. Warren only went on filming.
    Coach got up and slammed her into the bed, then dragged her towards the camera till her head sagged past the edge of the bed. He sat down on her chest, locking her head between his massive hairy thighs, slapping his cock against her face.
   His hairy gut loomed above her face, threatening to bury her completely...   
"You like that, huh? You like being used by a real man?"
   He grinded his balls into her face and dipped them into her open mouth while his cock throbbing as it rested on her pretty young face.
   But then his fingers grabbed her nose and held it tight. As Max opened her mouth wide to breathe, he shoved the head of his cock inside. She accepted it at first, trying her best to take it, her lips stretching wide around its monstrous girth. 
   She struggled to breathe.
   Spit ran down from the ends of her mouth and bubbled around the ring of her lips, but Coach remained unrelenting - going in even when her body began to convulse, her legs kicking and pushing to get herself out of his hold. 
"That's it, baby, nice and easy..." whispered Coach, lovingly wiping away the spit from her cheek. "You gotta learn sometime." 
   His cock had reached the halfway point.
   No retreat, gentlemen.  
   Max's head pushed back, her eyes rolling to brainless white as the camera zoomed in. Black tears ran from her eyes, while all the spit and cum began to ooze towards her eyes. 
   Her whole body became very still. 
   Yet, she hadn't gagged. A real BBC miracle. 
"That's right, that's right..." Coach kept whispering with concern, like a daddy to his princess. "You be a good girl and I'll let you have some air." 
   Her body came to life as soon as he move his fingers away, once more struggling to get out from under him, but Coach soon put her back under his touch.
"Now, now, none of that. You be a good girl." 
   Chloe came to and joined them, crawling on all fours till she sat next to Max. She ran her black nails through her bestie's hair, soothing her with gentle kisses on the forehead.
"You can do it, Max. I believe in you." 
   Her tongue slid out and she began to lap at the spit and cum that flowed from Max's mouth, all the while caressing her head. 
   What a crazed slut. He zoomed down for a moment at her tight little ass, noticing that she still carried marks from Coach's rough slaps.
   The shaft of his cock was almost completely down when Max gagged. Her throat bulged with his cock inside, like some alien creature about to burst, its veins throbbing hard against her insides. 
"Hold her down," ordered Coach. Chloe did as told. 
   Coach grabbed Max's head with both his hands - she could now breathe, whatever that was worth - and fucked her throat. 
   Warren had never seen anything like it. 
   Chloe put her whole weight into holding's Max's body down, while Coach pistoned her throat without sparing a single thought to her wellbeing, the sweat pouring down his body and dripping onto her contorted face. 
   Not a gurgle left her mouth, not even the sound of gagging. All Warren could hear was the fast-paced sound of her choking on his cock ten times a second, like some kind of machine. 
   Coach brought her in one final time to the base of his cock and groaned loudly, his whole body shaking like a titan about to topple over. Right then Max's nose exploded with a mix of his cum and vomit; but Coach didn't release her until he exhausted every last drop. 
   His cock slid out of her, dripping with bits of food, the veins swelled to ginormous proportions, swinging pendulously down to his knees. 
   Max seemed to be in a state of complete shock, shivering with dead, rolled-back eyes as if she had short-circuited. 
"We need to call a hospital!" yelled Chloe.
   Coach laughed it off. "She'll be fine. She's just not used to being treated like a slut, that's all." 
   Warren was himself in a state of shock. He had never seen anything so... beautifully violent. So extreme and satisfying at the same time. Maybe twenty minutes ago, Max was chatting happily with Chloe, excited to get some dark meat inside of her. Now she had been broken down into a mindless fuckpig. 
   Coach walked over to Warren, his cock slapping wetly against his fat thighs as he moved. He looked like the very peak of masculinity. "You caught it all, duckling?"   
"Y-Yes," stammered Warren.
"Your girlfriend made a mess of my cock. Somebody needs to clean it up."
"There's a shower in the back..." he started to say, but he understood how useless that was.
   He went and got a towel and a bottle of water, then knelt before Coach's strong black gift. He let the water wash over it, then dabbed him dry with the towel. 
   When it was done he still found himself on his knees, Coach's life-destroying cock staring him straight in the face.
   Look away, he told himself. Look away.
   But it was impossible. 
"You forgot something," said Coach. His electrifying fingers came under Warren's head and pulled his gaze up. "Pull the foreskin back and clean that too."
   The towel served as a medium between his palm and Coach's skin, but as he drew it back and saw the cum drip he almost fainted.
   I can't... I'm not... 
   It was one thing to be a cuck, but this was downright faggy.
   Nevertheless, he washed the head of his cock, then wiped that as well. 
"Good boy," said Coach. 
   Warren was released.
   Coach got dressed and left.
   It was about an hour of worrying later that Max came to, though her body still shook, cold and pale, as if she had come out of a frozen lake.
"Baby!" yelled Chloe, still rubbing her palms over Max's body. "Are you all right?" 
   Max smiled. "That was amazing."