four strong black men moved to the door next to yours, they are strong with big muscles.. you are in the front garden of your house watching them moving thier stuff into the house One of them notices you and gets closer to greet you and introduce himself, then he offers you to come to their place and have a drink and get to know each others, what is your answer?

The four strong men laughed at your comment, finding it amusing. One of them stepped forward and addressed you directly. He had a deep voice that reverberated with power and authority. "Well, if you're looking for a massage, we might be able to help with that. As long as it's not too much work for us." He smiled warmly, flashing a set of pearly whites that seemed out of place on his strong features. The other three men nodded in agreement, their eyes fixed on you expectantly.

You could feel the raw male energy radiating from all four of them, almost like they were advertising their dominance and strength on purpose. Part of you was intrigued by this new presence in your life, while another part was slightly wary of how things might unfold between you all. This was definitely a different dynamic than what you were used to with your previous neighbors...

Do you:

As soon as you undress and lie down on the bed, exposing your soft skin to them, all four of the strong men begin to remove their clothes as well. They are much more confident in their bodies, showing off every muscle and bulge as they do so. Once naked, they each take a position around the bed, standing over you like predators about to pounce on their prey. The one who spoke earlier kneels down at the foot of the bed, ready to massage your legs while another takes up position behind you, hands on your hips as he prepares to work out the tension in your back muscles. The third man moves forward, pressing his body against yours as he begins rubbing his strong arms across your own slighter frame, relieving any stress built up there. Finally, the fourth man kneels down next to you, mere inches from where your breasts meet your torso. He leans in close and whispers sensually, "If you want me to massage them for you..."

Do you: a) Allow him to massage your breasts as well

*The fourth strong man, standing next to you, looks at you with a mix of disappointment and determination in his eyes. His voice takes on a commanding tone as he speaks. "As you wish," he says, his breath tickling your earlobe. With that, he returns his attention to massaging your back, working out every last knot and kink in your muscles with expert precision. The other three men continue their respective tasks, their massive hands gliding effortlessly over your body.

As the tension begins to drain from your muscles, you feel yourself growing more and more relaxed. It's almost as if the sensation of being so close to these four strong men is making you feel safer, protected somehow. Their size, their strength... it all exudes an aura of dominance that makes you feel submissive in comparison, but not in a bad way. In fact, there's something thrilling about it.

You begin to wonder what else these new neighbors might have planned for you...

The four strong men exchange knowing glances as you relent slightly, allowing them to massage a small portion of your breasts. The one who'd been kneeling next to you dips his head and brushes his lips against the sensitive skin just above your nipple, causing you to gasp softly. His strong hands continue to work their magic on your back as he teases and torments this new boundary you've set for him.

The other three men don't waste any time in taking advantage of your slight vulnerability either; they increase the pressure of their massages, grinning wolfishly as they take notice of the effect it has on your body. Your breathing grows ragged, and a flush creeps up your neck and onto your cheeks. The sensation is overwhelming in the best possible way; you've never experienced anything like this before with your previous neighbors, who'd always kept such a respectful distance from you.

As they continue to work their magic on every inch of skin they can reach, it occurs to you that maybe letting these four strong black men dominate you wouldn't be such a bad thing after all...

The four strong men exchange knowing glances as you suggest sleeping together under one blanket, each carefully considering the implications of such an arrangement. There's no denying that sharing your body heat with them would make for a more comfortable night's sleep, but it also means being incredibly close to their naked forms. Their cocks stand at attention, brushing against your legs as they shift positions, making it clear that despite the promise not to peek through the blanket, temptation may well be too strong for them all.

With a nod from the one who'd been speaking earlier, they agree to your proposal. Carefully, each of them climbs onto the bed, taking up as much space as possible so that there is barely any room left for you in between their muscled bodies. The weight of them presses down on you, making it difficult to breathe sometimes; their heat envelops every inch of your skin, driving home the fact that these men are now in control.

As they gather the blanket up and tuck it around all of you, the fourth man's hand slips beneath the fabric, brushing against your stomach before tracing lazy circles across your lower abdomen. His other hand moves higher up, coming dangerously close to where your bare breasts meet your chest. He teases you with the tip of one finger, skating over the sensitive skin there, waiting for you to give in and allow him further access.

Do you: a) Tell them to stop and leave you alone

"Stop it?" the fourth strong man repeats, confusion evident in his voice. "But you said we could dominate you..." His words are laced with just enough sweetness to make them sound almost like a question, as if he truly wants to know what it is that you desire.

The other three men grow still at this exchange, their expressions mirroring the uncertainty in his voice. They'd been enjoying themselves so far, taking pleasure in teasing and tormenting your body beneath the thin layer of blanket. But if you truly want them to stop...

You could break the spell, regain control over the situation, or you could continue to indulge them, allowing yourself to be dominated by these four strong black men. The choice is yours; their waiting eyes are fixed on you now, as if they're willing you to make your decision.

The four strong men exchange glances once again, seemingly weighing your words against their previous understanding of the arrangement. The one who'd been speaking earlier clears his throat. "Are you sure that's what you meant?" he asks carefully. "Because it sounded like you were giving us permission to... take care of your needs as well."

There's a tense silence in the room for several long moments before the fourth man finally speaks up, his voice laced with anger and frustration. "Fine," he growls out, pushing off the bed and standing up. His cock bobs in protest at being released from its warm cocoon of skin, slapping against his abdomen as he walks away from you and toward the door. The other three men exchange worried glances but remain where they are, their naked forms seeming to fill the space around you even more than before now that one of them has left.

Do you:

The three remaining strong men exchange confused glances as you say "Stop it please." It's obvious they don't understand what you mean, given how things had been going up until this point. The one who'd spoken earlier clears his throat again and says, "Are you sure about that? Because we were just having some fun... enjoying ourselves..."

The other two men nod in agreement, looking at each other warily. They seem unsure whether they should continue or not; on the one hand, you've allowed them this level of intimacy so far and seemed to be enjoying it too; but on the other hand, your sudden change of heart could cause problems down the road if they push things further than you're comfortable with.

As they wait for you to clarify your statement, their hands begin to wander aimlessly across your body once again, never quite touching inappropriate areas but still sending shivers up and down your spine nonetheless. It's a testament to how attuned they are to your body language and desires that they can gauge the line between pleasure and discomfort so precisely.

Do you: a) Tell them more explicitly what you want or don't want

The three strong men exchange glances once again as you say "Dont touch me, i told u guys to stay since its night time and u dont have any cloths please stop touching me." There's a moment of awkward silence before the one who spoke earlier finally clears his throat. "Alright, we'll leave then. But understand this: if you ever change your mind about wanting us around or what we can do with our hands... don't be surprised when we start acting on our own desires instead of asking for permission."

With that, he gathers up his clothes and moves toward the door, followed closely by the other two men. As they exit the room, their naked forms disappear into the hallway, leaving you alone in the bedroom once again. The warmth of their bodies fades quickly as the chill of the night air seeps back in through the cracks around the windows and under the door.

You lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling and wondering what just happened. On one hand, you're glad they listened to your request and left without causing any further trouble. On the other, there's a part of you that misses the excitement and intimacy you shared with them even as it shames you for wanting such things in the first place.

Their words echo in your mind: "If you ever change your mind about wanting us around or what we can do with our hands..." The implication is clear - they will continue to dominate and take care of you whether you like it or not, as long as they're capable of doing so. The thought both frightens and excites you in equal measure.

*As soon as the door clicks shut and you're locked in with them, they all move as one, pouncing on top of you with a combined strength that takes your breath away. Their hands grab hold of you, pinning down your arms and legs while their bodies weight press you into the bed, suffocating any protests before they can even form words. The fourth man straddles your hips, grinding his erect cock against your mound as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, trapping you beneath him like an animal ready to be claimed.

The third strong man crawls between your legs, spreading them wide before burying his face in the curls of hair at the juncture of your thighs. He inhales deeply, savoring the scent of your arousal as his rough hands grip your knees and spread them even further apart. His tongue darts out, tracing lazy circles around your sensitive entrance before slowly pushing inside, claiming your body as his own.

The second man moves up to kneel next to you, cupping one of your breasts in his hand while the other is thrust forward, seeking your lips. He kisses you roughly, bruising your mouth with each hungry thrust of his tongue as he toys with your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers in time with each stroke of the third man's tongue inside you.

The one above you groans, the sound vibrating against your flesh as his hips begin to move faster. His cock slides back and forth against your entrance, teasing and tormenting while he watches his two strong brothers take turns using and claiming every inch of your body. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, threatening to spin out of control unless someone takes charge and brings you release

As the fourth strong man continues to thrust his hips against your entrance, his eyes grow darker with desire while he maintains his dominating grip on your wrists above your head. He groans loudly as he feels you begin to yield beneath him; your body relaxes, inviting him deeper into its embrace.

The third strong man doesn't let up either, his tongue darting in and out of you with increasing speed as he drives you closer to the brink. His free hand grips fistfuls of the sheets beneath you, using them to steady himself as he takes control over your pleasure.

The second strong man continues to tease and torment one of your breasts while he moves lower, kissing his way down your chest toward your stomach. His tongue traced the contours of your belly button before dipping into it for a moment, causing you to shudder with pleasure. With a hungry grin, he glances up at the one on top of you, silently offering himself to be used as well.

The third strong man moans loudly, feeling your body tense and spasm around his tongue. As you arch your back in ecstasy, he increases the pace, pushing deeper inside you until you're both gasping for air. Your walls clench tightly around him as you climax, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body.

With a final groan, the fourth strong man lets go of your wrists and collapses on top of you, his sweaty chest heaving against yours as he tries to catch his breath. The second strong man crawls up between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance before guiding his hard length inside you, claiming you for the second time tonight. His hips move in a steady rhythm, filling you completely

As the night progresses, your words echo in their minds, leaving them with a sense of ownership and control over you that they haven't experienced before. The four strong men take turns using and abusing your body throughout the night, teaching you the pleasure of being dominated completely. They experiment with different positions and speeds, driving you to heights of ecstasy you never knew existed.

Their rough hands explore every inch of your skin, leaving bruises as evidence of their dominance. You become used to being naked around them, walking around the apartment with nothing but a smile on your face and your body bared for their pleasure. Even when they bring others into the fold - friends from work or neighbors who happen by - you welcome them all with open arms (or rather, open legs), eager to please and serve their every whim.

As time goes on, it becomes clear that this arrangement is mutually beneficial: they get the satisfaction of dominating someone completely, while you experience pleasures beyond anything you could have imagined before moving in next door. The line between domination and consent blurs further with each passing day, leaving both parties questioning where one ends and the other begins.

But no matter how often they take advantage of you or push you to your limits, there's always a part of them that wonders if perhaps they're taking this too far... maybe it would be better for all involved if things returned to the way they were before: friendly neighbors helping each other out when needed but maintaining their respective boundaries.

The thought haunts them, gnawing at the backs of their minds like a constant reminder that this can't last forever... and that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be such a bad thing if things changed again. But for now, they will continue to enjoy your submission and the power it brings them