Under new rules.

"What did you say, white boy?" Tyrone said savagely, wrapping his hand around Mike's throat and squeezing. "Did you remove your the rag and chastity device without permission? Did you speak out of turn?" Tyrone's grip grew tighter, Mike's eyes bulged. "I will allow you one trespass, white boy. For you do not yet know the rules. But hear me now for I will say them only once: You and your white wife, Leslie, are now under my rules, under BNWO rules. You will do as you're told, and you will serve. If you speak out of turn, you will be punished. If you act without permission, you will be punished. And if you close your eyes while I'm with your wife, you will be punished. Do you understand me, white boy"

Tyrone used his free hand to shove the rag back into Mike's mouth, releasing his throat and letting him cough into the obstruction.

Mike leaned back against the wall, knees bent and the sour rag on his tongue. He breathed through his nose and watched as Tyrone approached Leslie.

"You look good on your knees, white girl," Tyrone said from the darkness. Candles on small tables and stands cast light on the center of the room, dancing against Leslie's fair skin. When Tyrone stepped behind her, Mike could just make out the man's face and intense eyes. Tyrone now only wore boxers, and he was close enough for Leslie to smell the sweat on his balls.

"It's been a long day waiting for this," Tyrone said, stepping closer to Leslie.

"Don't close your eyes, white man," Tyrone boomed, "no matter how much you want to."

Tyrone looked directly at Mike, his expression one of challenge and authority. "Now, as punishment, you will get on your knees and suck my dick until I cum in your mouth while your wife watches. That's what happens when you don't follow the rules."

Mike, heart pounding, slowly knelt down, his eyes filled with a mix of humiliation and resignation. Leslie, bound to the situation, watched with a mix of fascination. Tyrone approached, and Mike, following orders, began to fulfill his punishment while Leslie watched, unable to look away.

"Open your mouth," Tyrone commanded Mike, "stick out your tongue."

With his arms still bound behind him, Mike opened wide and stuck out his tongue. He kept eye-contact with Tyrone by instinct, a mix of dread and humiliation washing over him as he sensed what was coming. Tyrone lifted it, and Mike saw it by candlelight; dark and veined, stretching from the curly black pubic hair at the base. He laid it across Mike's face, and Mike tasted sweat and manhood.

"Keep your tongue out, bitch," Tyrone grunted, "worship my black dick."

Mike kneeled there with Tyrone's member draped across his head, blocking his vision and tickling his chin with bushy black hair.

"Put this bitch to work," Tyrone said to no one in particular, but the command was clear.

Mike, understanding the order, began to move forward, his lips trembling as they approached Tyrone's manhood.

"Do you want to taste this black dick, white man?" Tyrone asked him.

"Yes, please," Mike whimpered, his voice barely audible.

"Call me King," Tyrone said, taking hold of his member and thumping Mike on the tongue with it.

"Yes... King," Mike said between the slaps.

Leslie approached the men, took Mike's head in her hands to guide his movements as he sucked Tyrone's dick. Her pussy was getting wet with pleasure; she wanted to taste that black king.

"Stroke, bitch," Tyrone spat at Mike.

The atmosphere in the room grew more charged, with shouts and insults flying from the shadows.

Tyrone rubbed the enormity of his cock-head against Mike's drooling tongue. He pushed it past his lips, allowing himself to leak into Mike's mouth.

"You heard the Black King," Tyrone said, reaching out a hand and steadying the back of Mike's head. "Now do your duty, white man. Suck my fucking dick!" Tyrone pushed into Mike's mouth, filling his cheeks, touching the back of his throat.