White Slave for BBC

Evan looked up at the sign that read The Massage House, looked down at his gift card, and braced himself. He’d never been to a place like this. He always thought spas were too…not for him. If he were honest, he thought they were more for women. His female coworker, that he happened to like very much, had given him a gift card as a birthday present. It was very thoughtful, but he was nervous about going in. Was it weird in this day and age for a man to go to a spa and get a massage? Evan ran his fingers through his brown hair and sighed at his reflection in the glass door. He wasn’t as tall as he wanted to be, not as tan as he wanted to be, and not as confident as he wanted to be. He stared at the reflection of his hazel eyes. They were a similar shade to Melanie’s. She was the one who’d given him the gift card, the one he liked. If he went in and got a massage, it would be one more thing he could talk to her about. He would thank her and describe the experience. She’d tell him about her time there as well and why she loved the place. Maybe she’d even invite him to talk more about it over a cup of coffee. Evan grabbed the cold metal door handle and opened it before walking through. He looked around and was immediately greeted by the woman at the front desk. She had long blond hair and perfectly manicured pink nails. She asked if it was his first time there. Her fake smile was blinding. “Uh, yeah. My friend gave me this gift card for a massage,” he said, handing the woman the card. “Sure thing,” she said. She looked at the card and typed a code into her computer. “The gift card is for an hour. You have three different types of massages you can pick. Danielle in the first room specializes in a Swedish massage, Betty in the second room does a massage with hot coals, and Terrell in the last room does your typical massage, you know, just getting rid of the knots and such. Most guys usually go to him.” “Yeah the last one, the basic one sounds good.” “Alrighty, you can head on over to room three then. Right down that hallway. He doesn’t have a client right now, so you can just go right on in,” she said, pointing down the hall. “Okay, thanks,” he said and walked up to the door. He knocked and was quickly let in by a man who was probably seven feet tall. The man, Terrell, had dark skin and was very muscular. His crinkled hair was cut short in a sleek, modern style with a nice fade. He had a diamond stud in one ear and a chain hung low on his neck. The hulking man wore a tight t-shirt that showed every one of the man’s defined muscles. Evan wondered how his shirt didn’t tear, or how it wasn’t cutting off circulation to his arms. Terrell’s dark eyes looked down at Evan and a smile spread on his handsome face. He looked more like a boxer than a masseur. He definitely looked out of place in this flower-patterned spa room. “Hey, come on in,” Terrell said in a deep voice. “I’m Ter-rell. Is it your first time here?” The man ushered Evan in and closed the door. “Yeah, uh, I got a gift card for an hour.” “Cool,” he said looking Evan up and down. “I just need you to sign a few forms before we get started. Just standard stuff.” Terrell handed him a few documents and showed him where to sign. Once that was done, the man asked him some questions about himself. It was typical stuff that a doctor or dentist might ask just to get to know their client. “So, where you work?” Terrell asked, sitting on a chair by a desk while Evan stood. “Oh, it’s just an average office job, you know Barson’s?” “Yeah, that company that makes computer parts. You make those parts?” “No, I’m one of the accountants.” The man nodded. “So, who gave you the gift card?” “A woman I work with. She’s in my department.” Evan looked down at his feet. “You like her, you guys going out? I can tell something’s going on by that face you’re making.” It was true that he liked Melanie. “Ah, yeah but we aren’t going out or anything. She likes some guy in the sales department.” “Is he hot?” “What?” The question came out of nowhere. “I- I don’t know,” Evan stammered. “I’ve never noticed if he-” “Oh come on, it doesn’t make you a fag if you say a guy is hot. I’m hot aren’t I? I mean I put a lot of work into my appearance, so people better think I’m hot. My girl sure does.” “Uh, yeah. Devin is handsome, I guess.” Why did it make him feel so defeated to admit that Devin from sales was attractive? Evan thought it was probably because he didn’t feel attractive. “What does he look like? Describe him.” Evan bit his lip gently, wondering what to say. “Well, he’s a lot taller than me and has curly hair. He-” “He a nigga?” The casual use of the n-word took him by surprise. Evan hadn’t had many African-American friends growing up. He was raised in a pretty small town, mainly consisting of white, middle-class, church-going people like his parents. He did know a few African-American kids that went to his school when he was younger. His class president had been dark-skinned. But he’d never heard those children say the n-word. Actually, he’d never heard anyone say that word until he’d left home and moved to the city. To tell the truth, the n-word made Evan feel nervous. “Um…” “He is, ain’t he?” “What?” “That guy from the sales department. Devin. He’s a nigga, ain’t he?” “He’s African-American, yeah.” “And your girl, she’s white.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes.” “Does it bother you, seeing your girl with a man like that? A tall, hot, black nigga like that? A nigga, stealing your girl?” Evan blushed. He didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t be-cause Devin was taller or more handsome than him, and it definitely wasn’t because he was black. He just wished he was the one with Melanie. He didn’t feel inferior to Devin, well maybe a little, but she wasn’t with him for his looks. Melanie wasn’t like that. Devin must’ve been a really nice guy. “Alright- what did you say your name was?” “Evan.” “Alright Evan, I know just the massage to take all that pent-up frustration away. I’ll make you so relaxed kid, that you’ll forget all about that girl. Just take off your shirt and pants and get your skinny ass up on the massage table.” Evan took his clothes off, leaving on only his blue boxers and laid face-down on the table. There was a hole for his head to go through. Terrell got a pair of headphones and handed them to Evan, who sat up. “These are noise-cancelling headphones that are going to play some nice relaxing sounds for you while I give you your massage. Would you like Ocean Waves or A Day at the Park?” “I guess Ocean Waves,” he said as he put on the head-phones. Terrell pressed a button on his phone and the Bluetooth, noise-cancelling headphones began playing calming wave sounds. Evan laid back down as Terrell took out a bottle of oil from the drawer and started oiling his hands. “I’m gonna oil you up Evan and take care of all those little knots. You’ll be relaxed in no time,” he said. He looked to Evan on the table. “Evan?” he said in a low voice. Then again louder, “Evan?” Then Terrell practically yelled, “Evan!” The man hadn’t moved, hadn’t opened his eyes, hadn’t heard anything outside of his headphones. Perfect, they were working just fine. Terrell began massaging the oil onto Evan’s back, near his neck. “You like that, you little cracker? I know you do, bitch. You know why you lost your girl to that guy? It’s ‘cus he’s a man. You’re just a little bitch boy, a little white cracker-ass, pussy-ass motherfucker, ain’t ya?” Terrell loved voicing his thoughts out loud, even though Evan couldn’t hear him…because Evan couldn’t hear him. Terrell continued to massage Evan. He knew that the hypnosis on the Ocean Waves track would begin in about ten minutes. He didn’t hypnotize all his clients, quite the contrary. He only used the headphones for his special clients. The clients he wanted to transform. And Evan was perfect. He was the perfect little white pussy-boy. Evan was skinny and small with a baby face. No muscle. Terrell could tell when the boy wore only boxers that Evan’s penis was also below average. Terrell felt the need to put the kid in his place. Terrell didn’t see Evan as a man. Terrell, a big, muscular black man was a real man. Evan with his weak body and spineless personality was below him. Below a woman too. Terrell was going to transform Evan into a faggot, a black cock-worshiping faggot. He would make sure he set up more sessions with Evan, introduce him slowly into the world of sexual slavery. The hypnosis he gave him today would be the first of many until Evan became every black man’s eager, slutty faggot. Soon Evan would want only one thing: black cock. The little cracker would crave it. Would yearn to please and be abused by any and all black men, real men. A light shown on his phone, signaling that the hypnosis part of the track had begun. Terrell spread some more oil on the kid’s back and kneaded his ‘muscles.’ ? ? ? Evan relaxed to the sounds of waves delicately caressing the shore. Terrell’s hands were like magic. He was feeling so relaxed, daydreaming about a sunny beach day, when he heard Terrell’s low silky voice speak to him through his headphones. It didn’t startle him, he was so relaxed and the man really did have a nice voice. He relaxed further as the man spoke. “Such a nice day, isn’t it boy?” the voice on the track said, as if he too, were as relaxed. He heard Terrell as the man breathed in slowly, held it, and breathed out. All Evan heard on the tape for a few minutes were the waves and the sound of deep breathing. Evan started matching the voice’s breathing patterns subconsciously. “Yeah,” the voice said as he breathed out. “So nice. So relaxing. Let yourself relax on this nice, sandy beach.” He breathed again. “The sun is hitting you just right, so warm. Feels like you’re wrapped up, nice and tight, in a cozy blanket, doesn’t it? All nice and warm, and relaxed.” A few more deep breaths. In and out. “You feel so nice, so safe, all warm and relaxed on this beach. Let’s stand up, feel the warm sand on our feet. Between your toes. It’s so nice. It’s so relaxing. The air smells so good, salty. It reminds you of when you were little, of picnics and love. You’re walking down to the shore now. The warm sand feels so good. A wave comes up to bathe your feet, but it isn’t cold. It’s warm. Warm water, like bath water, caresses your skin and you walk further into the ocean. With every step you take you feel more relaxed and safe. The water is like gentle silk. It protects you from harm and relaxes you further.” Evan smiled as his breathing remained steady and deep. He couldn’t imagine feeling any more relaxed than he already was. And Terrell’s hands! The man was so good with his hands. Partway through the track, Evan had completely forgotten that he was even getting a massage. If he tried, he could feel the man’s hands on him, working away at his knots. But he was just so relaxed in his beach daydream that he really didn’t care much about anything else. He stopped feeling the hands a while ago. “The water’s up to your knees now. You are even more relaxed, and warm, and safe.” More breathing. “Take another step. Water is halfway up your thigh now. You are more relaxed now than you’ve ever been. You feel so warm and safe. You’re so happy.” Evan smiled. He was so warm, and safe, and relaxed. He was so happy. He continued listening to the track and a few minutes later his body was completely submerged in the nice, warm, safe, relaxing water. “Go ahead boy, open your mouth. Take a big deep breath. Let the water in. I promise it won’t hurt you. Your whole body will feel so good, so relaxed. You’ll feel warm, and safe, and happy. Like the sunshine is inside you. Once you have the sunshine inside you, your whole body will be so relaxed that your mind will go to sleep. Let yourself go to sleep. You’ll be so relaxed. Once you breathe the water in, your subconscious will be the only part of you that’s awake. You can take a nice, long, peaceful, relaxing nap. Go on now, open your mouth and take a deep breath in. Suck in the wonderful silky sunshine. Breathe in the water. Do it now. Breathe.” Evan opened his mouth and breathed the water in as much as he could. The more water he breathed, the more this view began to blur. His view of the beautiful underwater ocean began to slowly darken at the corners. The warm, relaxing darkness slowly consumed everything as Evan reached unconsciousness. Terrell looked over at the kid on his massage table. He saw that Evan was now well and truly asleep. The real hypnosis was starting. Evan’s mind was now slowly being reprogramed. Evan would become his little cracker slave in no time. The man quickly removed Evan’s boxers and spread the kid’s legs roughly. Terrell wasn’t worried that Evan would wake. The boy was too far gone for practically anything but the ‘wake-up word’ to bring him back now. He got more oil and began liberally coating the entrance to the new slave’s asshole. He put on some gloves and coated it in the oil as well. He felt the little virgin pucker with his gloved index finger and massaged the area. Then Terrell slowly breached the boy’s entrance. Evan’s sphincter was tight, but wasn’t rejecting the unusual intrusion. The boy’s whole body was being forced to relax and that included his ass. The man slowly started finger fucking his soon-to-be slave. Well, not his slave, exactly. He wasn’t really transforming Evan into a slave for himself specifically. The man thrust his finger slowly at first, but eventually picked up speed, lubing his finger every now and then. Then Terrell added a second finger. He smiled as he watched the tight ring of muscle convulse as two large black fingers forced his hole to stay open against its will. The man knew the boy’s ass wasn’t used to such treatment. He doubted that Evan had ever played with his ass before. Terrell thrust his two large fingers in and out of the quivering hole without much thought. He knew that no matter how uncomfortable, or even painful the experience was, Evan wasn’t going to wake up. In fact his brain still thought he was having the best massage of his life. After a while, Terrell took his gloved fingers out of Evan’s small hole, threw the gloves in the trash, and washed his hands in the sink. He looked back at the boy still sleeping on the massage table. Terrell smirked when he saw that Evan’s ass was gaping a bit. It looked obscene as massage oil seeped from its slightly open hole. Terrell felt the large cock in his pants grow and he wanted to play with the boy’s ass some more, but he knew he had to stop for the day. He couldn’t go any further than two fingers anyway. He had to take this slow if he wanted this to work. He’d made mistakes with training slaves in the past. Evan wasn’t going to be one of them. ? ? ? Evan woke up suddenly. Terrell’s hands were no longer on his back. He looked over to see the man sitting in a chair, riffling through some paperwork. Evan took off the head-phones. The track was no longer playing. He sat up on the bed. He suddenly felt a shock of pain from his bum. He blushed and hoped Terrell hadn’t seen him squirm. He didn’t know why his butt hurt, but it would be embarrassing to say if Terrell asked. Then he realized he was still in just his boxers. He blushed some more, got off the massage table, and put on the rest of his clothes. “Sorry for not waking you when your hour was up, you just seemed so sound asleep. Don’t worry though, you don’t need to pay extra,” Terrell said. “How long was I asleep, I mean…how long ago did the massage end?” Evan asked, a bit disoriented. Terrell looked at the clock and lied. “It was only about thirty minutes ago.” “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! You probably have other clients waiting and I-” “No, like I said, it’s fine. I don’t get as much business as the girls,” Terrell chuckled. Even felt bad. How could he have just fallen asleep like that? What was wrong with him? He suddenly felt the urge to pay the man. Evan got out his wallet and handed Terrell a fifty dollar bill. “Then let me at least give you a big tip.” “Like I said kid, it’s alright. You don’t need to do that.” “It’s not just for wasting your time. It was a really, really great massage and I- I just want to give this to you. Please take it.” Evan practically forced the money into the much larger man’s hand. He couldn’t really explain it. He just really wanted to give the man a big tip. Once Terrell took the money, Evan suddenly felt really good. He felt happier, warmer, and more relaxed. He also weirdly felt a twinge in his groin. It had felt right to give the man the money, and now he felt really good too. “Well thank you, boy.” Evan made to leave, but Terrell put a big hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “I should have mentioned this before, but it slipped my mind. We’re doing a special promotion today. Everyone who comes in gets a coupon for half-off their next hour-long massage.” He gave Evan the coupon. It’s only good for two weeks, so come back again soon.” “Oh, thanks!” Evan said as he left the room. He walked past the pretty receptionist, who gave him a smile as he walked out the glass door. He looked down at the coupon and put it in his pocket. He was already making plans to come back. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is a free sample of White Slave for BBC (An ebook that spans 9 chapters and has 30k words). If you would like to read more of this story please visit my site: https://finniansiog.home.blog/white-slave-for-bbc/ If you are interested in my other ebooks, please browse my Ebook Store: finniansiog.home.blog/ebook-store-2/