Occasionally I found my nose hitting his pubic hair and his balls slapping against my chin. He grabbed the back of my head to make sure I continued th... motion while yelling, "Yes, suck my cock, you faggot! Take it! Suck your Master's cock! Take my dick, cocksucker! Take it!! Take it!!!"He just kept getting louder and louder. It was okay because I wanted him to. I wanted my master to scream so loud the whole dorm would hear how well I sucked his cock. All I cared about was getting that cock in. ??? ? Don't get me wrong. I am not one of those asshole Americans who looks down on other cultures or races and uses them just for his own superior pleasure. ?I am a man who seeks superior status in sex! And so I use these uneven cultural and racial conditions to further my rather exotic and perverted sexual ends. I do not truly feel superior to yellow or brown or blacks in any way. It is a tool I use to control and dominate boys. Let's say, you see a really handsome fifteen year old boy. Tom’s room remained as it was when he left it months ago, give or take a couple shirts and he settled in nicely, enjoying some television after his shower. It had been a long time since I shared a bathroom with anyone and I noticed the difference in the smells immediately. Not bad smells per se, just different and the bathroom was much, much warmer. He always overdid the hot water. The bathroom separated our two rooms and it was weird seeing his side of the door locked that night as I usually. "Mom... ?" Melissa... ?"The car alarms started up again. Melissa hadn't been aware they had tapered off to nothing in the few minutes since the initial quake, but now they were blaring again crazy. God, she hated car alarms! A tremendous cracking noise like maybe a telephone pole had broken in half made her cry out in alarm, and suddenly the power went out. Melissa only knew this because the red, back-up-battery light started flashing on the keypad by the front door. She looked down, and was.