I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my neck. My hands were destitute for all the expert it did me - the collar was not too crocked, and there was a range of mountains of, ample distance and the flaccid fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate sense of touch, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an array of hooks and unusually determine furniture and what looked like a crossbreeding, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terms ) - I could motivate freely, but the dog collar and concatenation were brand and the chain was securely bolted to my catch and the paries - I wasn't going anywhere past the length of the chain anytime soon.

there was what looked like a clink cell-style throne, a drain in the center and sorta weirdly a king-sized four poster bed - quite feminine in its coming into court : frilly and fluffy pinko pillows and comforter

The last affair I remembered was smoking from a pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin buddy I knew from shoal. And drinking a coke they had told me had a little rum in it.

We had become friendly in a form of a weird way. They were Jnr and varsity football players -all league running back already being seriously recruited by Big 10 programs.

I was a freshman and not a fat person or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball game in the fountain, but I didn't have the size of it for football, although I liked it and on our neighborhood plot Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their team when he had played touch as new kids in the neighborhood and had praised my script catching passes in the games we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to take me to ‘ even the sides'since they were both so good, and since I was unspoilt than virtually guys thought we almost always won.

I guess that it also didn't hurt that I didn't have any reserve about them being contraband, while, although for the well-nigh part they kept it quiet, considering that the McPhillips twins were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even most, of the guys in our neighborhood did, and looked down on them racially. I don't experience how else to say it, but where we lived, a more or less exclusively white community, there was a quiet, politely expressed, racism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle construction of if not exactly racialism, then at to the lowest degree racial contempt.

Let my just put it this way - I knew a lot of guys, and some bird too, who would not have dared to call them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their book binding. I got called nigger-lover raft, since, because, while with our age departure, me being so much youthful, I couldn't really squall them ally, I did regard and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their rest home, which was just around the turning point from my own and strongly considered them to be sound guys.

Anyway, that is how I, a White boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two onetime, more athletic black guy living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white neighborhood I grew up in.

After what seemed like minute, but probably was not that long, a blacken guy I had never seen before came in, , his face looked similar to Dannell's and Darnell's but aged, not as incline and, for want of a meliorate word, harder.

I need to admit - he had a half a foundation and at least 60 hammer on me, so I did not John Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could feature struggled, I didn't see much hereafter in trying that anyway, since, near the accumulation of dildos, I saw shackles, manacle, and handcuffs, but I did manage to demand ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a strange seventh cranial nerve saying that combined amusement, aggression, and lecherousness"you can send for me ‘ sea captain'and the More you sound like a short missy who believes and enjoys that, the better for you."

I had no theme what he was talking about and thought he was crazy or drunk or stoned."What the fuck ?"

It was then, when, without a word he grabbed me roughly and threw me down on the flooring that I realized I was naked too."Ok, whiten boy, do you want to try to get me wet by sucking on my rooster first or do you need to subscribe to it up the ass dry right away ?"

"What the piece of tail ?"I repeated.

"Ass or throat, bitch ?"He growled,"which one do you desire, or I should really say ‘ need'first ?"

"What are you egg ?"I was disoriented, but starting to snap out of it, and now that I was catching on to the basic situation, I would be lying if I didn't admit I was intimidated and frightened. more, and a little oddly, now that I realized I was naked, I started feeling chilled and began shivering and also trembling a fiddling from a veneration adrenaline rush.

"You can suck my nuts later,"that menacing expression of sexual threat and violence flashed across his cheek again,"you can pet and kiss and lick them too, later, white cunt boy, since I know you will want to, but right now you are going to suck my dick or postulate it up the ass dry, but you are going to do it RIGHT NOW !"

Here I have a confession to make, or a lot of what follows might not make any sense at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to know the basics of fucking penetration but not enough to make love about subtleties, like clitorises, g-spots, and lubrication, I was odd enough about what fucking felt like to a missy that I had tried broom handgrip in my ass. The ordinary bicycle broom handle was a petty bit of a jolt but I need to take. Felt expert enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable lesson about neat up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plow shovel had a thick node at the end instead of just a slight handle. Realizing that an ordinary broom handle was sparse than even my modest lilliputian flannel boy putz, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a sharp and very worthful lesson about lubrication the first time I poked myself with it.

But the first meter I used some vaseline to slide it in, I was hooked. The thick knob prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not worry about needing a wall to push against and the coming I got from doing it was one of the most intense I had ever had up to that time. Eventually I found KY jell which made clean-up faster. I did occupy about splinters a short, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some years later I read about a somewhat militant feminist who was fond of asserting that male should not be permitted to penetrate a vagina until they had had a heather hold shoved up the ass. Well, if that is a valid prerequisite, I am among the most condition males on the satellite. And quite happily so, I suppose I need to confess.

Based on my masturbatory experiences with the power shovel hold I was sure I could take it up the ass more or less without too a great deal nuisance if I could get him lubricated, but I had never had one in my sassing before, although I need to squeal, I had wrapped my mouth around the shovelful handle once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an impression as using it in my ass and tasted like wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with carrots, but the cast was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a buddy-buddy soup carrot and carving it into shape but never had done it.

"Well, what's it gon na be bitch ? I ain't waitin'all night ?"

Stammering, I weakly mumbled"mouth…"

He caught me completely by surprise by exploding angrily in my focussing and slapping my side hard with a big, rough-skinned cauterize hired hand, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a give brick.

"I told you to call me ‘ victor'you little cunt !"he roared.

"What ?"I stammered. All that got me was the other mitt on the other side of my face.

I just stared at him, not wanting to run a risk another shock by opening my mouth, but my face was reddening with a mix of anger and shame. If I was honest with myself, I had fantasized about having Dannell and Donnell spit roast me some day - based on my experiences with the shovel handle I had creamed my sheets more than once to that illusion. But this was dissimilar, I hadn't worked out how I could ever possibly broach the topic with them, but since the time I had seen them in the exhibitioner at the residential area pool… well did I mention they were both well, even extremely well-hung ? But not having them assault me. I had never worked out how I was ever going to get around to or get up the nerve to work it up with them, though I was convinced they had seen me eyeing both their dicks and at the time I had been a little afraid that I might get a boner in figurehead of them.

But however unelaborated and unclear my plan was, my fantasy didn't include them slapping me around and forcing me.

"I'm losing my forbearance, bitch,"he growled again. What is it gon na be, and beg me for it the way I told you !"

"I would like to take in your dick, please, Master."I managed, a fiddling worry that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, pretty please ?"

Luckily I still had sufficiency of my wits about me to remember that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my mouth and recall the first off clip I had had to wipe grass off my digger handle dildo so I added quickly."But I need to use the toilet first, please…"quickly adding"Master."As I saw him slowly stat to raise his deal again.

"Maybe you are a saucy short gripe than I thought."By all means you piffling pussy, take a dump first."

"Thank you."Another smack, this one staggering me and opening a hemorrhage cut on my lip.

"Master,"I quickly added.

"Ok, snatch slattern, use the can and do it fast and pass over good."

After I used the prison style stainless steel brand coverless throne to take a dump, trying to squeeze as much out as I could, until he started to step toward me growling -"quit stalling you pussy, get over here and suck."

"Yes, Master."

"trade good bitch, you are catching on now get over here and get to work, but first, ask me again, really dessert to let you soak up my big blackened cock."

I didn't take any chances."Master, may I please blow you ?"

"Yeah you little bitch queer, you can suck my dick and you fuckin'better do a unspoilt job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the same enigmatically threatening expression he had used on me at the outset."And I don't want to feel any goddamn dentition !"

He motioned me to kneel down in forepart of him and undid his pants and boxers and dropped them - he was big but not fully erect yet, not as big as Dannell and Darnell, but a LOT bigger then me or almost guys I had seen in gym form or at the pool.

"Suck gripe !"I did. I worried about the teeth, But I took it in my mouth and sucked. As soon as I got the big head in, which I suppose I should not admit tasted and felt improve than I had expected, he grabbed my head and poked to the back of my throat I couldn't service but rake it with my tooth, which earned me a clout on the pass, and a warning :"Pussy cunt boy, if I feel your teeth again, I will knock them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't stinker on my big beautiful black bastard or I will black both your optic"So with some travail I managed to choke down my esophagus, after a few moments, I actually started to get the bent of it and was capable to breath even though he was way down my throat and I had to stamp down gagging, but I was able-bodied to do it.

"You suck at sucking, bitch boi, but you have potential, but you forgot to tell me you realize and will obey about the tooth,"which he punctuated with a twinkle slap of my right cheek."I started to draw out my self off of his now quite big and firm and if I am honest, nice dick, which I actually was enjoying suck, though it was making me ashamed to consider it, but he grabbed me with both hands, forcing me back down and added,"stay on the stopcock you slight sissy faggot, you can just grunt while you are sucking, understand ?"

So I did, I tried to say ‘ Yes, Master'which came out sounding like ‘ eth affer'but mollified him, since he didn't smack me again, which, even if it makes you think I am a pansy fag, I was grateful for, since I really didn't want to keep getting bludgeon with those big hands.

"That's not totally terrible, bitch, now give my dick some love, kiss and lap it up and down and hit think you love it."

"Ynn, Mfffr."I managed as I backed off of it, kissing and licking it was a lot better than choking on it, and, given my fantasies, despite the circumstances, to some extent, fun, after a patch I was enjoying doing what I had, after all, fantasized about More than once, though, certainly under more enjoyable circumstances.

Without admonition, he thrust back down my throat, gagging me again, but I managed to keep it down.

"Ok, squawk, not bad, but I want some pussy."

"Yes, Master."I was learning. And based on what I already knew I enjoyed, I figured I was pretty often household free now.

Happily he was not a lot wider than the grip I was used to, but the thickness was not just a knob, it was a long distance which, if anything was good than what I was used to, but he was not as assuage as I was with myself, so there was a jar, but I must squeal after the initial stab, I actually liked the sensation, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big binding dick part was amercement. I know that isn't politically even up and I don't mean that womanhood who are being raped should ‘ try to enjoy it'like a lot of assholes say but I was trying to attain the ripe of it.

The simply damaging thing was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to climax, and in this case, he was holding me down by the wrist while he held my peg up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the while braying"you like it bitch ? severalise me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to reply with,"Yes, Master, I like it, I love your big calamitous dick in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to conciliate him, when eventually he pulled out and creamed me on the font with three big rophy of hot spunk.

"That was not bad, squawk. I'm gon na go get something to eat and a beer, do you want something ?"

By now I knew decent to say"thank you, Master, I'm glad you liked it."

"Good, beef, side by side time I might let you beat yourself off."

And with that he left .