THE HOOD (revised) On Friday night, Judge Harris left the c..

THE HOOD (revised) On Friday night, Judge Harris left the courthouse late and drove his car to the rough area of the city on his monthly outing to the hood. The expensive black BMW with its tinted windows stood out like a sore thumb in that area of town with its dilapidated buildings. It was moving slow as it pulled up to the stop sign. The judge looked toward the far corner at the muscular black man standing among the local prostitutes. DeMarcus was hard to miss with his huge muscle packed body. He had spent a number of years in prison where he honed his body into the monster he was now. DeMarcus controls virtually every illegal trade on the streets in town. Just from watching the black man conduct his business on the corner, the judge could see why he intimated people to instantly respect him. DeMarcus turned his back and his large muscular ass came into view. His pants hang low on his thick hips, a fashion popular with black men. Much of his briefs covered, large, well muscular ass was on display. Just the sight of the powerful basketball size glutes made the older white man hard in his expensive suit pants. The hooded sweatshirt was pulled over DeMarcus’s head obscuring his face but the hoodie was stretched over the gang leader’s back, revealing its perfect v-shape. Although only 5’9, his build immediately demanded respect among his fellow criminals Slowly the BMW pulled up to DeMarcus’ corner and the window lowered. One of DeMarcus’ girls spotted the BMW and approached the car hoping for a rich John. However, She looked disappointed as he walked back to her pimp and whispered into DeMarcus’ ear. DeMarcus' tough demeanor changed as he approached the car. He tried to act cool, but he looked around nervously before opening the car door and getting into the luxury car. “What up?,” DeMarcus extended a large hand. Judge Harris gripped the larger man’s hand in return and instantly felt its strength. The smaller, white man then drove as DeMarcus sank his huge muscular body into the soft leather car seat. He looked out the car window as the hood area he controls faded into the city center and onto the highway leading to the upscale suburbs. When he felt the judge’s hand, he looked down at his crotch as Harris gripped his cock through his snagging jeans. DeMarcus parted his thick lips to let out a moan as the white man squeezed and groped his thick cock. Without saying a word, he then unzipped his hoodie and let it spread open as wide as possible to reveal his smooth dark skinned torso. His muscles were huge and flawless. DeMarcus skin was so dark that the tattoo of a soaring eagle over his chest was barely visible. DeMarcus then reached down and popped the top button of his low riding jeans, before looking back out of the window. While Harris drove out of the city and toward the suburbs, he pushed his right hand into DeMarcus’s pants and squeezed the large thick tube shape bulge trapped in the tiny underwear. DeMarcus couldn’t help but think of the irony of his situation. He had used steroids and worked out hard in prison so no one would make him their bitch behind bars, and to get respect once he got back on the streets. Now however, he was some white old man bitch for an entire weekend once a month. Demarcus controls the streets in the hood, but little, white Harris controls him. The judge kept DeMarcus from going back to prison in return to being his bitch for one weekend a month. The strong black man resisted at first but he soon look forward to their monthly meetings, The moment the judge saw the muscular black adonis in his courtroom, Harris knew he wanted him. DeMarcus looked so confident, smug, and even dangerous, with a chip on the black man’s massive shoulders. He was the ultimate symbol of aggressive, alpha manhood, and the judge wanted to dominate him and break him. Harris pulled his car into the circle driveway of his large house. A high wall circling the house kept it concealed from his rich neighbors plying eyes. The privacy suits the judge very well especially when he “entertains” and dominates younger men like DeMarcus. When Harris parked the car, he turned to DeMarcus, “Leave your jeans and hoodie in the car.” The tone of the older white man sent chills through the strong black man, right to his cock. He wasn’t used to being talked to like that. His cock was throbbing in his underwear as he hurried to pull off his hoodie and pulled the jeans down his massive legs. He struggled to pull his pants over his timberland boots. When he was done he got out of the car in just his black briefs and tan boots. The cool evening air hit his exposed nipples and bulging crotch as he followed Harris into the house. DeMarcus never got over the palatinate house every time he walked into the house entrance hall. The hall itself was three times bigger than DeMarcus’ entire apartment. His heavy boots echoed off the marble floor as he followed Judge Harris into the living room. The judge went straight to the bar to pour himself a whiskey. When he turned back, DeMarcus was on his knees looking up at the judge. Judge Harris moved closer and unzippered his expensive suit pants. Upon seeing the judge’s fat cock DeMarcus parted his thick lips. The judge smirked before gripping DeMarcus’s head and began to fuck the sexy mouth. The black man’s pillowy lips felt so good around the older man’s cock as the judge began to guide DeMarcus’ head on and off his cock. The judge had trained DeMarcus well. DeMarcus no longer gagged on sucking the cock as he once did when he was first used. His gag reflex had long been fucked out of him. The strong, proud black man was resistant at first when the judge first began to use him. Now the judge rarely had to use the handcuffs, shock collar, or whip to keep the muscular stud in line. Although, the judge occasionally used them on DeMarcus just for fun. The mouth felt so good that it didn’t take the judge long to cum. Harris gripped the larger man’s head tightly. DeMarcus had to grab the judge’s legs to keep from falling backwards as the older man shot his load deep down DeMarcus' throat. DeMarcus gagged as he desperately tried to swallow all the cum. When Harris finally let go of his head, DeMarcus fell back on to his oversized ass. He looked so sexy as he looked up at the Judge with white cum leaked from his mouth and down his strong jaw. As DeMarcus laid on the Persian rug, the Judge pulled out a knife. He then knelt beside the muscular black man and began to cut the side of the briefs. Harris then pulled the ruined briefs off, letting DeMarcus’s own fat cock pop free, and stand proud and throbbing. After the initial facefucking on the living room’s floor, DeMarcus was led into the large master bathroom and into the shower. Harris then shaved DeMarcus’s entire muscular body from the neck down. The normally aggressive stud meekly stood under the shower spray as Harris ran the razor over his ebony body. Once all masculine body hair was removed, DeMarcus was thoroughly cleaned inside and out. After Harris was done, he led the naked, smooth DeMarcus to the large master bedroom. The smoothness of his dark skin made every huge, shredded muscle more pronounced and visible. He looked as if he was sculpted from the purest black stone. One wall of the large bedroom was covered with pictures of various younger men, trophies of the Judge’s conquests. They range from rookie cops handcuffed in their own cuffs trying to win favor with the influential judge, to college jocks trying to get out of a DUI. On the large bed was a pure white jockstrap for DeMarcus to wear. DeMarcus obediently pulled the strap on and adjusted his thick cock into the tight pouch. His dark body contested beautifully with the whiteness of the jockstrap. The judge moved behind his wide, chisel back and reach around to attach a pearl and diamond collar around DeMarcus’s thick neck. DeMarcus let out a deep groan as he felt its tightness around his neck. The judge then pushed the larger, stronger man down on the bed. DeMarcus obediently spread his tree trunk size legs to reveal his low hanging full balls and his freshly shaved hole. He would have once been humiliated to wear the collar and made to get on his hands and knees. However, now he was so turned on. His black cock was rock hard as he pressed his head into the satin sheets and pushed his bubble ass further into the air. He grunted as he felt the Judge’s fat cock pressing against his tight, little hole. The judge gripped his waist and with a hard push he penetrated the black stud’s manhole. DeMarcus groaned loud as his large fists gripped the sheets. It felt so fucking good as the white cock pounded his prostate hard. The noise he was making was incomprehensible as he was pounded over and over. DeMarcus’s eyes rolled back into his head as the judge pulled out and thrusted back into him. Each time harder and deeper. As Harris rode his ass hard, he slapped DeMarcus' ass with his hands. Nothing visible remained of the tough, dangerous persona that DeMarcus had on the street, as his moans became almost animalistic. The judge grabbed his massive shoulders to plow further up the ruined ass. He knew DeMarcus was built to take it rough and hard. However, DeMarcus’ cock couldn’t take it and without touching himself the stud came hard and long. He filled his jock pouch and the cum ran out the sides and soaked through the thin spandex material. As he came his ass muscles gripped the older man’s cock like a vice and milked the judge to climax. For rest of the weekend, Judge Harris used and fuck him in every position and how ever he wanted. DeMarcus fell asleep with the older man spooned behind his huge muscular body, the judge’s pale, white arms holding DeMarcus tightly.