And still, his big blue eyes maintained contact with the unblinking brown eyes of the man who owned his throat. The two men got into rhythm, as they fucked the submissive teen senseless. It crossed Jimmy's mind that this was never the kind of rhythm he'd envisioned when friends said Negroes had rhythm! He might have laughed at the thought, if it had been someone else who was naked and on their knees. Jimmy never did have a sense of humor about himself. As the pounding continued, the man behind him grabbed and squeezed Jimmy's little balls. He squeezed and released in time to Jimmy's fucking. The dominant young stud fucking his throat could see the pain in Jimmy's eyes. The pretty blonde's big blue eyes began to glaze over, in pain and lust, but he never broke eye contact with the man using his throat. Though he wasn't bound, Jimmy might as well have been. Even if he was physically able to move, emotionally, he was under the total control of the beautiful, powerful, and utterly dominant black men who were using him. Jimmy's mind was a blank. There were no longer any thoughts of why. There was no real thought at all. Only the instinct to serve and please. Whatever focus he managed was on his pain, and the pleasure of the men inside him. His balls were being squeezed, his neck was being bitten, his ass and throat were being relentlessly fucked, and yet, it all seemed right. His efforts were directed to only two things. Providing maximum pleasure to the cocks violating his throat and ass, and maintaining eye contact with the powerful being he knelt before. The eighteen year old blonde had entered a state of sexual zen, unlike any experience he had ever had in his life. The black cocks filled him with their seed, and the two young men switched places. Jimmy felt a moment of panic, when eye contact was broken with his master of the moment. But then, the other wondrous male stood before him, eye contact was restored, and Jimmy was once again at peace. As the final loads were deposited into his ass and throat, and the massive black cocks were pulled from his body, Jimmy actually felt a sense of emptiness and loss. He wanted to cry, but hadn't the energy. He was completely spent. It was clear to the two indian young men who had so thoroughly fucked his mind and body, that if they left him there, he would like still be in that same spot in the morning. These two fine black men were no one's servants. They were honors students on full academic scholarships--brilliant, as well as tough and strong. But they weren't assholes. One of them picked the boy up and sat him on the laundry table, as the other pulled Shaved Pussy his clothes out of the dryer. They had to teach the exhausted naked blonde how to fold his clothes. He'd never had to do that before. “In return for our kindness, I am going to keep your running shorts as a souvenir. Do you object to this?” “No, sir.” Said the bruised and thoroughly spent little teen. They were the first words he had spoken to these fine, dominant black men. “Good. Now, do you think you can make it back to your room with your laundry?” Jimmy's dazed and confused expression said it all. “We will get you back to your room, but in return, you will come to our room tomorrow after class, to service us, and anyone we care to share you with. that's the best!" I could feel Kings rapid heartbeat more pronounced in his organ now that it wasn’t spasming in ejaculation, and it too began to slow. “You are asking me if I’m ready? “Ooh, don't hog her girl-dick, Victoria. They both got to their feet slowly and watched each other as they got Shaved Pussy dressed in silence. But then Kate asked him to make love to her. “Oh?” Father asked, sheathing the dagger. Let's face it. The first penis she ever indian saw. I told her she had great tits. Because I have a pretty face. Her time with Tom was something she cherished dearly.