Never Go Black (Noir Jester)

 Never Go Black

An E&I Enterprises Story

By Noir Jester

The woman writhed in ecstasy as the big muscular man pistoned a penis made to match in and out of her. 'Oh my god! Do you have to go?' She asked, shuddering beneath him for the second time. Her pussy spasmed from the orgasm, tightening around his cock so he had no choice but to cum himself. He collapsed on top of her. 'I'm afraid so babe, I need to get out of this army and have a life.' The woman was flushed and breathless as he pulled his rapidly deflating penis out of her. 'Captain Beacher, just because you have the biggest dick I've ever seen doesn't give you the right to call a ranking officer 'babe'' she scolded him playfully. He just smiled and hit the shower. As he cleaned himself up he heard the sounds of her leaving.

John Beacher looked in the mirror and sighed. The fresh faced recruit he had been a decade ago had gone: now a hardened, battle-scarred face looked back at him. Despite a prominent scar on his left cheek, Beacher was ruggedly handsome. He looked like the kind of guy they used to sell jeans, except Beacher was a military policeman who was about to finish his stretch with the army. The steam still rolled off his skin fresh from a hot shower, and Beacher toweled his 6’5” frame off. He had been a natural athlete when he joined the army, since then he had packed on plenty of muscle too. He looked more like a pro wrestler than a swimmer these days.  He toweled around his prize possession, his big dick. John thanked his lucky stars every day he had won the genetic lottery that gave him a one in a million fat 8 inch dick. It hung 6 inches soft with balls to match, combined with his physique and looks it drove women wild and men jealous and awestruck. He had been a natural leader his whole life because of this holy trinity, captain of the football team in school and fast tracked for promotion in the army. Beacher tried to stay humble despite all this, however tempting it was to think of the lesser men around him as wimps. He was looking forward to leaving the military life behind and travelling around, sowing some wild oats before settling down with the right woman.

Beacher dressed, looking sharp despite he was no longer in uniform and proceeded to his final debrief. The commanding officer went through his file, listing his tours of duty and achievements: one tour of Iraq, two tours of Afghanistan, a Silver Star. Finally the man closed the file and asked ‘It is customary to give an honorably discharged soldier one final rail warrant to travel one last time on Uncle Sam’s dime: where should I make it out to Beacher?’ John decided before he started his nomad like existence he would check in on things back home, a home he hadn’t been back to since he enlisted. ‘Stony Harbor’.


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The train came to a gentle stop and the conductor announced ‘Stony Harbor, end of the line!’ Over the train’s PA system. Beacher stood and stretched, his muscles stiff from the long journey with his giant frame cramped in the seats built for normal people. Not much different from travelling with the Army he mused, grabbing his duffel bag from the overhead storage. Beacher hadn’t been back home to Stony Harbor since he joined the Army. His father had died shortly beforehand and it seemed to hurt him more than his mother and sister, if that was possible. As he stepped off the train onto the apparently refurbished station, Beacher had the strange feeling of uncanny reality. Things were familiar but not the same, proof the world had kept turning in his absence. Beacher scanned the road for a taxi rank, stopping briefly as he saw the biggest black man he'd ever seen. The giant was in a police uniform, ticketing cars. Things had definitely changed since he left. As Beacher made his way to the taxi rank he saw a woman remonstrating with the officer for ticketing her car. She seemed angry initially, but the longer the exchange went on the friendlier it seemed to get. Beacher got a cab into the middle of town, deciding to kill some time before going to visit his family. He tried to strike up conversation with the cabbie but barely got more than a few words in return. The driver was an old, overweight white man who had a sullen disposition.

Stony Harbor sure had changed since the last time Beacher had been here. New chains of coffee shops, restaurants and clothing shops had opened, others had been refurbished to more modern standards. An upmarket gym called Black's had opened, with pictures of fit models in the window. The women were all white knockouts while the men were all towering black hulks of muscle. Beacher frowned slightly as he noticed the male models prominent oversized bulges. The place still oozed affluence and the shoppers reflected it, designer clothes and silicon enhancements as far as the eye could see. In fact it seemed that only slutty women were shopping here right now, and some of them were dressed bordering on the obscene. Extremely short skirts, plunging neckline halter tops and teetering heels were in abundance, except on women who looked more like housewives than hookers. The other thing Beacher noticed was the amount of black people around. More specifically black men. Beacher was no racist but Stony Harbor had been lily white for his entire life, he hadn’t seen anyone who wasn’t white in real life until he enlisted.

They weren’t just black though, every one he had seen were tall and muscular enough to make Beacher look like a runt, which was no mean feat. He shook the thought from his head and decided to grab a beer in the nearest bar. He headed into a sports bar called ‘Lucky’s’ which seemed quite deserted despite it being the afternoon. The bar maid pulled him a beer while he looked her over, she looked to be mid twenties, brunette with a big pair of natural tits if the cleavage she had on display was anything to go by. ‘Is it always this quiet?’ He asked. 

‘It tends to liven up later, a lot of the day drinking bar flies moved away. Kicked out by their wives.’ 

‘Tough break for them. What about you, what time do you knock off?’

‘I knock off at 8 honey, but you aren’t my type’ she laughed and walked away. It wasn’t the first time in his life Beacher had struck out with a woman, though it was admittedly rare. What bothered him about this was the woman didn’t giggle, and it wasn’t playful, her laugh was genuinely amused that he had asked her. He’d never had that before. Beacher drained the beer and decided to go visit his mom and sister.


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Beacher got out of the cab outside his family home, his sister still lived with his mom despite being an adult now, probably to keep her company now his dad was gone. The day light was fading to dusk, the streets were quiet. Beacher walked up the drive where his dad’s car used to be parked, frowning slightly at the pick up truck parked there in it’s stead. The logo read ‘E&I Landscaping’. It was odd that a gardener would still be working at this hour, he thought. Beacher let himself into the house the way he always did, via the kitchen door at the rear. As soon as he stepped into the house the smell of sex washed over him. He had smelt the pungent aroma when hauling AWOL soldiers out of Middle Eastern whore houses yet the smell was somehow stronger, almost thicker here. He could hear a rhythmic bumping coming from the somewhere in the house, like the sound the dryer made. Except the dryer was in the garage.

Beacher crept forward slowly, not sure what he was going to see (or even why he needed to see it). The door to next room was slightly ajar, but the only light in the room was coming from the tv. In his dad’s old armchair he could make out the silhouette of a muscular man, who looked as if he could be naked. He looked like he was shaking a big tv remote. ‘C'mon slut this isn’t going to suck itself!’ A shuffling sound was followed by the sight of Beacher’s mom crawling towards the man, completely nude! She then started sucking on the tv remote enthusiastically - surely that couldn’t be the guy’s dick? ‘That’s it slut, you were born to suck black cock - that’s why your daughter is a black cock slut too - it’s genetic!’ Despite the man belittling her, his mom just mewled in satisfaction as she crammed more and more of his rod down her throat. 

Hot anger pulsed through Beacher’s veins,  no-one talked to his mom like that! He stepped forward, pushing the door open further before he was stopped in his tracks by what he saw. Beyond his mother and the man in the armchair, he could see the outline of a girl getting gangbanged on the couch. Three more black giants surrounded her, it looked like they were fucking her pussy, ass and mouth at the same time, her squeals muffled by the giant dick rammed down her throat. ‘You like going airtight don’t ya slut?’ Spat one of the men. The light from the tv caught the silver of a bracelet she wore as she jerked the part of the cock she couldn’t fit into her mouth, and Beacher knew it was his sister. Their dad got her that for her 18th birthday. The man she was sucking off suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth. ‘Let’s see if momma can fit anymore in her ass this time’ he said as he strode across the room in front of the tv. The silhouette of a man who had to be close to 7 feet tall, built like a power lifter and an impossibly large dick closed the distance on Beacher’s mom. She moaned as he entered her but offered no resistance. He realised the tv on mute but playing interracial porn, the screen showing more impossible black dicks entering white orifices. 

His head swimming and stomach churning, Beacher stumbled backwards out of the room and fled the house. In the fresh air his head cleared slightly, but to his shame he noted his dick was hard and tenting out his jeans. He couldn’t digest what he had just seen, his mom and sister being gangbanged like porn slut cum dumpsters in his family home. He stumbled down the street, deciding to get a motel room for the night.

Julius sat in the armchair as the old slut forced more of his cock down her throat. She was losing her focus now Raheem was trying to force all of his cock into her ass. Julius placed one hand on top of her head to remind her of her duties and grabbed his phone from the table. He had seen the big white boy at the kitchen door and gambled that the combined pheromones of 4 enhanced would cower him. He recognized him from the picture of him in military uniform on the wall, which had been since hit by a jet of stray spunk. Julius and his crew were all juvie offender drop outs given new lives by Solomon King. They thought they had got the short straw with the old bitch (50 being old to an 18 year old) when looking for houses in the neighborhood, until her hot daughter came back from vacation. The phone rang, then picked up on the other end. ‘We have a problem’ said Julius, just as the old slut managed to both deep throat him and take Raheem balls deep in her ass.

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Beacher walked for hours, trying to push the images of violation from his mind only for them to flood in again. His family home had been reduced to a cheap bordello. He couldn't understand how his mom and sister, two of the most conservative women he knew, were happily letting black youths treat them like cheap prostitutes. Beacher also couldn't understand how every single one of them dwarfed him in height, muscle mass and genital size. Statistically that was impossible. Beacher finally came across a motel on the outskirts of town and checked in. The clerk was a bored looking nerdy woman who handed over the key to his room, barely looking up from her computer screen during the transaction. He could have sworn he caught a glimpse of another giant black dick going into a white woman's mouth in the reflection of her glasses, but the angle changed as she tilted her head and he put it down to what he just saw.

Beacher went to his room and showered, then lay on the bed nude. It was fitting of a cheap motel, the carpet had large indeterminate stains and the walls had some too. He flicked through tv channels absentmindedly, too distracted to watch properly. The walls were paper thin in this joint and he heard a couple enter the room next to his. It was quiet for half and hour and Beacher started to doze, suddenly snapped awake by the sound of a woman squealing in the next room. 'Oh god fuck me with that big black cock! You're so much better than my husband! AAAAAHHHH!' the woman cried as the headboard banged against the adjoining wall with a rhythm suggesting the guy was jackhammering the shit out of her. The pace was relentless, no matter how many times the woman screamed out she was cumming, talked up her lover or went silent the head board just kept banging loudly at a speed that would've had Beacher's balls churning within minutes. He looked down and realized he was jerking off to the sounds of the couple. The woman cried out in ecstasy again and Beacher's load rolled up inside him, his fat cockhead spitting out a few globs of cum on his abs. 'Dammit!' He said, grabbing tissues to clean himself off. Next door the banging continued unabated, though if anything the pace had picked up even more and started to be a little uneven. After another 15 minutes a deep voice declared 'Here it cums slut!' Followed by the combination of a deep bellow and high pitched squeal. Beacher looked at his watch, that fucking had lasted 45 minutes! He turned the tv off and decided to turn in for the night. He had barely got comfortable when the woman's voice started up again 'Oh god fuck my ass! My body belongs to big black cock!' And the headboard reprised it's familiar beat.

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Beacher woke up groggy and tired. The headboard in the next room had continued banging for hours with little respite. Sometimes accompanied by screams and dirty talk, but even when the woman was silent (presumably silent) her partner had apparently continued to drill all her holes. Beacher was no slouch in the sack but there was no way he could have even kept pace with the man next door in terms of thrusting, never mind shot as many loads in a row. When the woman was screaming it was a constant diatribe about how black men were superior to white men, how amazing big black cock was and how she was a slut for it etc. A bit more specific than the standard dirty talk.

Beacher still felt the shame about his reaction to the action next door, and hopped in the shower to freshen up. He shaved, dressed and left the room to find breakfast. As he walked back to hand his keys in he bumped into a giant black man emerging from the room next to his. Beacher apologised awkwardly, inadvertantly glancing into the room as he moved out of the man's way. The door was open enough he could see a dazed woman lying nude on the bed. Her face, breasts and crotch appeared to be caked in dried sperm and she looked like she was having trouble closing her spread legs. The black man sneered at Beacher, who realized the door was being held open on purpose. Beacher again felt shame and scurried off to the front desk. He handed in his keys and emerged into the morning sun, breathing deep in the fresh air.
Something was off here, he concluded. He had been all around the world with the military, served with men of all races and never seen anything like this. Yet in the last 24 hours every black man he had seen was a Mr. Universe contender and apparently a sexual superman to boot. The only white men he had seen were virtually non-responsive. Even he, a man's man and natural leader, had felt intimidated and weak in the presence of them. It wasn't just their prowess, the fact that the formerly conservative town of Stony Harbor was now full of wanton sluts didn't add up either. Beacher decided to do some investigating.

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Beacher got a taxi into town and found an internet café. He started searching for notable events in Stony Harbor since he joined the military. There was nothing obvious at first. Then little snippets grabbed his attention. E&I Landscaping articles about an all black gardening company moving into the area. Not long after that, the town elected it's first black Mayor. Now it appeared all positions of authority in the area were held by black men. The pictures in the articles confirmed Beacher's suspicions: they were all black muscular giants like the ones he had encountered. Beacher scoured records around the timeline he was building, noticing around the time E&I Landscaping came to town the divorce rate in Stony Harbor rocketed. Further more, a year later the birth rate had exploded too. Compared to the preceding years, Stony Harbor had experienced a sustained baby boom during the last decade. A sustained baby boom was odd when coupled with the highest divorce rates in the town's history though. Beacher kept looking.

Hours passed, Beacher looked a hundreds of articles, records, company filings. He had a picture in his mind of what had happened, but it was so unbelievable he would've scoffed if he hadn't seen the proof with his own eyes. All of the evidence pointed to his conclusion. Like a plague of locusts devouring a crop, somehow an organization of black men who were nearly superhuman had apparently infiltrated Stony Harbor and taken over. Infiltrated the positions of power and prestige, infiltrated the beds of the local women and apparently fucked the town into submission. Beacher knew it was crazy but he had to get his mom and sister out of town if nothing else, saving them from a life of sexual slavery.
Filled with resolve he rose from the computer and went to the restroom. Beacher stood at the stalls, finishing up just as he sensed someone behind him. He turned sharply and saw another giant black man, who tried to grapple him in surprise at the sudden movement. The black man was bald with a full beard, his teeth gritted as he grabbed Beacher. His arms locked around Beacher, they felt like iron. Beacher struggled to break free, fear creeping into his gut. If he hadn't just urinated he might have wet his pants, the strength of the man was unbelievable and the room was filled with a manly scent. Beacher felt it would be natural to submit to this superior male. The black giant squeezed harder and forced the air out of Beacher's lungs as he lifted him higher. This triggered something in Beacher's mind and his training finally kicked in. He swung his size 13 boot as hard as he could and connected with what felt like a bag of large oranges. The giant's grip immediately broke as he doubled over in agony. Beacher's training was fluid, moves he had practiced a million times until they were automatic. He pressed his advantage and smashed the man in his throat, crushing his Adam's apple. Finally he rammed the man's head at the wall knocking him out cold. Beacher's adrenaline was off the charts, his heart pounding. He checked the black man's pockets but they were empty, the only thing of note being the outline of another huge penis under the man's jeans. Beacher composed himself and left the café immediately.

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Beacher knew he had fucked up, so his only option was to get his family out of town and deal with the consequences later. He stood outside his family home, he couldn't tell if anyone was home. The E&I Landscaping truck was gone at least. He went down the drive to the kitchen door at the side of the house and entered. It seemed empty, he crept through the house looking for signs of life. The smell of sex he encountered last time was now stale, large stains were everywhere on the walls, floors and furniture. He continued upstairs and heard a floorboard creaking in his parent's room. A giant black man stood in the opposite corner of the room watching him. He was taller than Beacher, bald with a devilish goatee. His body rippled with muscles under an expensive tailored suit, seeming to accentuate his muscle tone and the predictably huge bulge in his crotch. He smoked a cigar as he surveyed Beacher.

'You put my man in the hospital' he growled.

'Solomon King I presume?'

'Indeed. While we you were looking into us we were looking into you. What do you want, Mr. Beacher?

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'I want my family's freedom.'

Solomon laughed, a deep bellow. 'They are free to do as they please, Mr Beacher! They are big cock whores addicted to sex with superior black men, they are in their dream scenario.' A smile curled around his lips as he drew deeply on his cigar. 'You noticed things have changed a lot around here while you've been gone, that was what prompted your investigation wasn't it?'

Beacher grunted in agreement, simultaneously wanted to punch King's lights out and cowered by his presence. It was similar to the others he had encountered, by stronger by an order of magnitude.
'You're a bright man John, a capable man. I could use a man like you. Why don't you come and work for me and I can offer you the same benefits you have witnessed my men enjoy? You see I was part of an experiment...'

Solomon told Beacher about the Gilgamesh project, about the X Serum, about his life as a Vietnam veteran what came afterwards. He told Beacher about the effects of the X Serum, the enhanced metabolism, increased muscle mass, enlarged genitalia and heightened sexual prowess, pheromone production, everything. Beacher listened with incredulity, but the longer Solomon talked, the more things made sense. The missing piece of the puzzle, he had seen the evidence for himself.

'So, do you accept my offer?'

Beacher mulled it over, if everything Solomon had said was true and his evidence was correct, there was no saving his family. They would probably run back here as soon as back was turned if they came at all.

'I do.'

'Excellent, there is a car waiting outside to take you to our lab now.'

Solomon shook Beacher's hand with an iron grip.

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Beached dreamed for a long time. He ran, running from dark figures until he was trapped. He tried to fight but his punches either missed or were weak as a kitten. Slowly thick black snakes started to wrap around his limbs to restrain him, a final one wrapping around his neck and tightening. Beacher woke with a start.

The room was blindingly bright, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. As he didn't want to stay at his family home any more, understandably, Solomon had offered this room at the lab while the effects of the serum were monitored. It wasn't great but it was still luxury compared to some of his army postings. It had been a week, he hadn't noticed any major improvement yet. His arm still hurt from the shot, and he had felt almost hungover the first few days after having it. A huge white doctor called Hank had reassured him that this was all part of the process, during one of his daily check ups. Beacher felt odd, standing nude before the man who was clearly his physical superior. Even at his peak he was no match for Hank and he didn't feel anywhere near his peak today, even with the serum's effects. Hank made lots of notes, and left Beacher to his own thoughts. In a week's time he would be a superman like Hank, he thought. With his starting point, from what they had told him about enhancement, he would be one of the biggest enhanced ever, in height, muscle mass and cock size. Beacher lay down for a nap, smiling at the thought.

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Today was exactly two weeks since Beacher had the serum. He looked in the mirror.
He didn't recognize his body as he looked down at it. His muscles hadn't swelled, they had atrophied. His legs and arms looking painfully thin. He had a pigeon chest and despite his skinny appearance his stomach had no definition. But most horrifying of all, his proud dick had almost vanished. It was hard to see, it was that shrunken. It looked like a pasty white grape resting on a plum. He hadn't seen anyone in a week, and it turned out the room doubled as a cell. He had tried to formulate an escape plan but his concentration was poor, his mind was fuzzy where it was once sharp.

The door opened and Solomon King walked in. 'What the fuck did you do to me?' Beacher cried.

'I was never going to waste a million dollars of my money sending the most alpha enhanced male in human history into the world if he was white. That would undo all my good work.'

Beacher tried to stare Solomon down but couldn't hold his gaze. 'We had something special cooked up for you, the first ever serum of it's kind. We call it the Wimp serum, you can see how well it has worked. You'll be free to go after this little meeting ends, you don't pose any threat to my organization any longer' Solomon smiled and clicked his fingers. 

Beacher's sister walked in, looking shocked at her brother's appearance. 'What happened to you Johnny?'

'He tried to take away you and your mother's happiness, and he paid the price.' Solomon unzipped his pants, pulling his giant black cock out. Pheromones filled the small room rapidly.

 'Oh my!'

'Don't you like being happy my dear?' Johnny's sister didn't reply to Solomon's question, she just knelt before him and crammed as much cock down her throat as she could manage. Being this close to the action for the first time confused Beacher, he was horrified but the smell of Solomon's manliness was undeniable, he sat on the bed watching. He was jealous, but jealous of his sister not Solomon, he wished he was knelt before the huge black cock instead. His shrunken penis hardened up, though remained grape sized. Solomon just looked at him in disgust as he began face fucking Beacher's sister.

THE END