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Subject: {ASSM} The Dishwasher and the Busboy (Humiliation/Mm/NC)
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This is a work of fiction that includes homosexual acts, forced sex,
sex between an adult and a mature teenager, racial slurs, and
humiliation. There is no reason to assume that any of the characters in
this story are minors, nor is this story intended for minors. All names
used in this story, including the name of the restaurant, are
fictional. Any similarity between these names and real people or
businesses is purely coincidental. Anyone who is offended by erotic
fantasies of this type should search for other material to read.

It was a busy Saturday night at Donnato's Restaurant and Bar in
Downtown Pittsburgh. The bar was famous for its live performances, but
tonight it was closed to prepare the room for remodeling. Some of the
employees know about the large two-way mirror in Donnato's Bar. The
owners use the large mirror, running almost the entire length of the
wall, to discretely check up on employees and make sure everything was
operating smoothly.

Tonight the bar was dark, but the restaurant was busy and dishes were
piling up in the kitchen. A stack of aluminum pots, and pans crashed to
the floor. Tony, the dishwasher, cursed at the waitress, "Damnit,
Sheila - look at what the fuck you're doing."

The young woman  looked over her shoulder, "It's not my fault. I
can't help it if you're so clumsy your pots are falling over."

Tony's face reddened, "You're supposed to stack the dishes so
they won't fall over."

Sheila laughed in defiance as she left the kitchen. When she returned
with another uneasy stack of dishes, Tony lit into her, "Listen, you
black bitch - you better slow down and take the time to stack the
dishes more carefully."

"Who are you calling a 'black bitch,'? You better watch how you
talk to me or I'll send Marlon back here to kick your butt."

Tony laughed. A cloud of steam rose from the sink as he sprayed the
dirty dishes with hot water. "Marlon? You mean your boyfriend? That
little busboy out there? Bitch, you must be smoking too much crack."
Tony grabbed a rag and swiped the pot in a token gesture to dry it.
"You don't know anything about men. Marlon is just a boy - when a
boy meets up with a real man, the only thing the boy can do is bend
over and take it up the ass."

Sheila shot the dishwasher a distasteful look, "You're disgusting.
My boyfriend may be smaller and younger than your hairy Italian ass,
but he's all man. Nobody punks his ass; he'll be the one to do the
punking."

Tony snorted as he scraped burnt lasagna off the pan, "I'll fuck
his black nigger ass, and make him like it, too - that's the code
of manhood."

Sheila rushed out of the kitchen in a huff, pushing the swinging doors
open with a fury, "Oh, whatever - I'm gonna tell Marlon what you
said and he's gonna kick your white ass all the way back to Italy."

Tony threw down his dish towel and pulled off his heavily soiled apron.
"Okay, the shit is on. Matter of fact, you can send him to meet me in
the bar.  We'll be all alone in there. You stand behind the two-way
mirror and you'll see what the real deal is between a man and a
boy."

Sheila howled, "Ha - you're gonna wish you never said that.
Marlon is rough little hoodie. I'm gonna laugh while he kicks your
butt and makes you beg him for mercy."

Tony was almost already in the bar room. "We'll see, bitch; we're
gonna see."

*****************

Five minutes later Sheila was hiding behind the two-way mirror where
she had an excellent view of the bar. Her young boyfriend slowly
strutted into the main room. Tony was leaning against the counter,
picking his teeth.

"Your black bitch say's you're gonna kick my ass. What do you
have to say about that?"

The young boy, twisted and turned with discomfort - "Aww, man -
shyt. I aint got no beef wit chu, man - dat's mah gurl's
bullshyt."

Tony nodded, "It may be - but the bitch challenged my manhood. What
do you think I oughta do about it?"

Marlon shrugged his shoulders, his hands casually stuffed in the
pockets of his drooping pants. "Fuck, I dunno. Why don't you slap
the bitch?"

Sheila gasped behind the glass window.

Tony shook his head, "That ain't good enough. My manhood's been
challenged and I've gotta win it back. Either I kick your ass in
front of the whole kitchen crew, or we can settle things right here in
private by you bein' my bitch."

Marlon whined in a deep voice, "Awww, man...."

Tony pressed him. "Make your choice. Do you want to settle this in
public or private?"

Marlon looked at the floor and frowned. He turned around, loosened his
pants and let them fall to the floor exposing his candy-striped boxer
shorts. He pulled down his shorts, revealing his smooth black ass, and
bent over stool.

Tony looked directly into the two-way mirror and winked, "Yeah, now
thas' what I'm talkin' about."

Sheila's eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth.

Tony pulled out his thick Italian cock and rammed it in the boy's
tight ass. Marlon let out a loud squeal. Tony grabbed the boy's
shoulders and started humping on his young ass, making the boy's ass
wiggle sideways and up and down.

Sheila gasped as she thought, "This can't be. Marlon is all-male.
He rides dirt bikes up and down rocky hills on weekends. He shoots
hoops on the basketball court and roughly elbows aside his opponents.
He sprays graffiti on city walls and always escapes the police. Now
here he is, bent over a stool in a bar, getting his naked ass fucked by
the hairy dishwasher."

Tony grunted as he fucked the boy's bare ass. He pulled the boy close
and gyrated on his young black body like he was grinding into a pussy.
The boy grunted and groaned as his sweet tough ass was mercilessly used
like an easy girlfriend.

Sheila was in disbelief. Here was Marlon, who had filled her pussy many
times with this thick black cock. He got into fights with other
homeboys in the hood, and usually came out on top. He liked watching
boxing and other sports on TV - now he was bent over and serving as
the white man's bitch.

Marlon grunted and gasped as Tony humped furiously in his ass. The
boy's thick cock swung wildly from left to right as the white man
fucked him. The boy's whole body jerked under the weight of the
bigger man's body.

Tony growled at the boy, "Take that dick, nigger. I'm fucking the
shit outta your black ass tonight. Your ass is mine, boy."

Marlon just nodded while the bigger man plowed his boy ass with his
thick white cock.

Tony held Marlon's butt cheeks close together to make the boy's ass
even tighter. He fucked the boy mercilessly. Marlon's lean muscular
arms were bent as he grabbed the legs of the bar stool. His sturdy
young arms showed that he was no pussy - yet here he was getting
fucked like a common tramp off of the street. Tony taunted him, "Tell
your homeboys how you were raped by a big white cock - I bet
they'll really look up to you after that."

Sheila couldn't believe her eyes. The boy, who always made her feel
safe, the boy who loves trucks and cars - this boy, who throws
footballs and catches them with his buddies - this tough young thug,
who hangs out on the street corners at night, was now taking it up the
ass like a sissy.

Tony grunted, "Yeah, take my dick you young black faggot." Marlon
only grunted as he felt the thrusts of the white man's cock in his
rectum. "Serve my horny Italian sausage, boy. Feel real manhood
inside your punk body."

Marlon's face was tight with pain and humiliation. He shook his head
while the big man kept plowing into him from the rear. The boy's
smooth strong lean arms glistened with sweat.

Sheila gasped, "Oh my!" She put her hands on her face. Her mouth
hung wide open. How could her boyfriend let this man fuck him like
that? How could her tough young stud take that man's dick up his
ghetto behind?

Marlon seemed to be enjoying it, too. His dick seemed to be getting
hard. The two sweaty men were going at it like sailors in heat, one
piled on top of the other, as they grunted and groaned.

The two male bodies slid off of the stool and onto the floor. Tony was
really banging that boy's ass now. They both grunted and moaned
fiercely. The dishwasher tore the shirt off Marlon's back in a fit of
passion. The boy's shining brown body twisted and swiveled as the
bigger man enjoyed using the boy's ass.

Tony taunted the him, "You don't look like such a tough nigger
now." Marlon only grunted. Tony's dick dug deeper and deeper into
the boy's young body. Marlon's young muscular naked body squirmed
across the floor, between the torn shreds of his shirt and loose jeans
and boxer shorts binding his ankles together. Tony rode Marlon's ass
as the boy squirmed.  The dishwasher's thick white Italian cock
steadily humped inside of the boy.

"Take that dick, nigger. Take it."

Marlon grunted and groaned in submission. The male hierarchy session
was more than Sheila could take. She covered her face and rushed from
the room while the man continued to tame her boy friend's black ass.

As Sheila was leaving the room, Tony cried out, "Take my seed,
nigger." Marlon grunted and gasped, "Give it to me, Massa." With
that, Tony started pumping load after load of hot cum in the nigger's
ass.

Marlon's muscular lean arms were in a position as if he were ready to
do push-ups on the floor. Tony emptied his seed in the boy's tight
butt. Both males moaned and panted. The man held the boy down by his
hips until he drained every drop of  cum out of his dick. The young
boy's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. He took the full load
of the man's thick cum.

Tony slowly pulled out of the boy's black ass. He grabbed Marlon by
his head and pushed the boy's face into his shit-covered crotch.
"Clean me up, nigger."

Marlon made a disgusted face, but obediently licked the white man's
dick clean. Tony sighed with satisfaction, "Yeah, atta boy." Marlon
tasted his own shit and the white man's cum.

Tony pulled up his pants, "There - that should make you stronger.
You've got grade A jizz in your ass now, nigger. You should have a
lot of energy for busing tables tonight."

The dishwasher left the room with the half naked bus boy spread out on
the floor; his ass still dripping with cum.

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