Into the disabled bathroom!

They decide to go into a disabled toilet since it's bigger and is not connected to the other stalls. Jamal is sure that people won't be questioning it being used.

They slip into the toilet stall, the door closing with a soft click behind them. Jamal locks it securely, ensuring their privacy. Jamal's whole demeanor changes within an instant. He doesn't smile anymore; now he looks stern and dominant, towering over the white man. "On your knees, white boy," Jamal commands, his voice low and authoritative.

Justin hesitates for a moment, the reality of the situation sinking in. But the memory of Trent's orders and the consequences of him not following them hangs over his blond head.

The shorter man gets on his knees in front of Jamal, looking up in submission.

Now kneeling before Jamal, Justin's heart starts to race with a mix of anxiety and arousal. The scent of clean, sterile bathroom air fills his nostrils as he takes in the sight of Jamal's clothed but still muscular frame before him. He watches with wide eyes as Jamal slowly palms his crotch; a very sizable bulge is clearly visible.

"Seeing the two of you in those tight booty shorts almost made me jump you and fuck the hell out of those white boy pussies," Jamal says with a dark gleam in his eyes. "Trent is really lucky to have a BBC slut like you at his disposal, but I will soon have my own." Jamal's eyes look dark. "He told me how good of a cocksucker you are." He pats Justin's cheek with his left hand and adds, "Let's see if that's true, whity."

With that, he grabs Justin's head and squishes it against his crotch. Letting Justin feel his very sizable shaft still in its pants along his cheek. "Feel how fucking hard you make me, slut," Jamal says through gritted teeth. "Gonna show you what a real big black cock looks like." He lets go of Justin's head. "Come on, Just, open my pants and get out what a white boy like you will never have," he commands, and Justin quickly obeys, palming Jamal's crotch, feeling the hardness inside, unzipping his fly, and seeing the outline of his dark meat inside of his white underwear. A dark wet spot is already forming where Jamal's big dark mushroom head lies.

Jamal lightly slaps Justin's cheek. "We don't have all day, Just; get to working," he says commandingly, and Justin starts to kiss along Jamal's side, still trapped in the underwear. But after a few seconds Justin moves his hands up and hooks his fingers into Jamal's waistband before eventually pulling it down.

Justin is quickly revealing the thick, hardening shaft of Jamal's big black cock.

As he completely takes off the underwear, the dark shaft springs free and slaps him in the face, leaving a wet stain on his right cheek.

The white guy's eyes widen at the sight of Jamal's rapidly swelling member, the dark, veiny shaft an imposing sight. The power dynamics are clear; Jamal stands before him, dominant and unyielding, while Justin, on his knees, is a portrait of submission and obedience.

Jamal's commands hang heavy in the air, a palpable reminder of the power dynamics at play. Justin, still on his knees, gazes up at the imposing figure before him, his heart pounding in his chest with a mix of trepidation and arousal.

With a reverent awe, Justin reaches out, his fingers tracing the thick, veiny shaft of Jamal's BBC.

Justin's fingers tremble slightly as they explore the contours of Jamal's hardening member, the heat of it almost scorching his fingertips. He marvels at the sheer size and power of Jamal's cock, feeling the blood pulsing beneath the dark, smooth skin.

Justin's breath hitches as he wraps his fingers around the thick base, the girth stretching his hand to its limits. He leans forward, his tongue darting out to taste the salty-sweet essence of Jamal's skin.

"Mmm," Justin moans, the vibrations of his voice sending a shudder through Jamal's shaft.

He drags the flat of his tongue along the underside, flicking the sensitive spot just beneath the head, eliciting a growl of approval from Jamal. Justin's lips part, enveloping the thick crown of Jamal's cock, his tongue swirling around the ridge, tasting every inch of him. His mouth being filled with a constant flow of Jamal's salty pre-cum.

His cheeks are hollow as he sucks hard, creating a tight, wet seal around Jamal's girth. Justin's hands roam over the expanse of Jamal's muscular thighs, his fingers digging into the firm flesh as he steadies himself, surrendering to the rhythm set by Jamal's forceful thrusts.

Jamal looks down at Justin, a smirk playing on his lips. His voice, low and commanding, fills the small space of the restroom. "Open wide, white boy. It's time you experienced a real man's cock."

He adds, "I know Trent is big too, since he's a brother, but not as big as me. Show me how you handle a BBC."

Justin complies, his mouth opening to accommodate the girth of Jamal's BBC.

The taste and feel of Jamal's manhood against his lips send a jolt of arousal through him, momentarily distracting him from where they are right now. But as Jamal's hands grip the sides of his head, guiding him deeper onto his cock, the reality of his predicament reasserts itself.

Justin gags slightly as the thick mushroom head of Jamal's cock hits the back of his throat, his eyes watering as he struggles to accommodate the intrusion. His hands move to grip Jamal's powerful thighs, seeking some form of stability in this moment of dominance and submission.

His throat relaxes, allowing Jamal's cock to slide deeper, the thick shaft gliding over his tongue with each powerful thrust. Justin's moans grow louder, muffled only by the BBC that fills his mouth, his own small cock straining even more in its tiny metal cage in response to the pleasure he's giving and receiving through Jamal's dominance.

The Black man's grip on his head tightens, his pace quickening as he loses himself in the sensation of Justin's eager cocksucker mouth.

Justin's moans grow louder, muffled only by the BBC that fills his throat; his own cock in the tiny chastity cage starts to furiously drip into his underwear.He finds himself lost in the moment as he worships Jamal's ebony cock with an almost religious fervor.

"That's it, Justin. Worship my black cock like the good little white boy you are," Jamal growls, his voice thick with lust. "I know a fucking snow bunny like you loves to get fucked on my BBC."

Justin's own arousal is evident, his body responding to Jamal's dominance with an uncontrollable need.

His hips rock, seeking friction in his pants against the tile floor. His small cage makes it hard to feel anything as he continues to service Jamal's BBC with unbridled enthusiasm.

Jamal takes Justin's compliance for granted, knowing that as Trent's property, Justin has been conditioned to take a black cock, even if it's not quite as monstrous as his own. He increases the pace, his grip tightening in Justin's soft blond hair, his powerful hips thrusting with greater urgency.

Justin, for his part, relaxes his throat, surrendering to the relentless rhythm of Jamal's fucking. The dark cock thrusting into his awaiting throat with every hard thrust. Thanks to months of training on Trent's cock and dildos that the other man made him buy, Justin's gag reflex is hardly active.

He's accustomed to taking Trent's substantial girth and length, but Jamal's cock is a different beast altogether, thicker, longer, and unyielding in its intensity.

Jamal's grunts of pleasure echo in the confined space of the bathroom stall, the sound of flesh hitting flesh punctuating the air. With every hard thrust, his large, dark, and cum-filled balls slap against Justin's pale chin. Jamal's dominance is absolute, and Justin's submission is total.

The saliva drips from the corners of Justin's mouth, his eyes watering as he struggles to breathe through the relentless onslaught. His hands grasp tighter at Jamal's muscular, dark thighs, bracing himself against the powerful thrusts that drive Jamal's oversized black cock even deeper into his throat.

"Take it, Justin," Jamal growls, his voice both a command and a savage encouragement.

He can feel the pressure building in his large filled balls, the pleasure that comes from asserting his dominance over a willing white whore like the guy worshipping him right now. He thrusts harder, faster, using Justin's mouth for his own pleasure with complete disregard for anything but his own impending climax.

Justin's eyes never leave Jamal's as he surrenders to the forceful use of his mouth, as if he were only a sex toy, a silent acceptance of his role in this power dynamic. The scent of Jamal's arousal fills the small space, a testament to the raw sexual energy coursing through the room.

Jamal's grip on Justin's hair tightens, a clear indication of his impending release. His dark eyes blaze with lust, a stark contrast to Justin's tear-filled gaze, which remains locked onto his own.

Jamal's breathing becomes ragged as he approaches the edge, his muscles tensing under the onslaught of pleasure. "Fuck, Just. You're going to make me cum," he warns, his voice a guttural growl.

Justin redoubles his efforts, his lips, tongue, and throat working in unison to drive Jamal over the edge. His hands grip Jamal's powerful thighs, pulling him deeper, encouraging him to release his potent seed.