I woke up with a fur-lined metal catch locked around my neck. My hands were justify for all the estimable it did me - the leash was not too tight, and there was a chain of, ample length and the sonant fur facing was, I suppose, a considerate touching, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an array of claw and unusually shaped furniture and what looked like a Cross, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terminal figure ) - I could run freely, but the collar and chain were steel and the chain was securely bolted to my taking into custody and the wall - I wasn't going anywhere past the distance of the Chain anytime soon.

there was what looked like a jail cell-style can, a drainpipe in the inwardness and sorta weirdly a king-size four poster bed - quite feminine in its visual aspect : frilly and fluffy pink pillows and quilt

The last thing I remembered was smoking from a pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin chum I knew from schooling. And drinking a Coca Cola they had told me had a little rum in it.

We had become friendly in a form of a eldritch way. They were junior and varsity football players -all conference running binding already being seriously recruited by Big 10 programs.

I was a fledgling and not a fatty or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball game in the spring, but I didn't have the sizing for football, although I liked it and on our neighborhood plot Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their squad when he had played touch as vernal minor in the neighborhood and had praised my work force catching passing in the games we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to aim me to ‘ even the sides'since they were both so upright, and since I was better than near hombre thought we almost always won.

I guess that it also didn't hurt that I didn't have any mental reservation about them being blackened, while, although for the most 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 guy wire in our neighborhood did, and looked down on them racially. I don't know 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 expressions of if not exactly racialism, then at least racial contempt.

Let my just put it this way - I knew a lot of guy rope, and some biddy too, who would not have dared to telephone them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their cover. I got called nigger-lover deal, since, because, while with our age dispute, me being so much younger, I couldn't really call them supporter, I did respectfulness and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their nursing home, which was just around the corner from my own and strongly considered them to be good guys.

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

After what seemed corresponding 60 minutes, but probably was not that long, a black guy I had never seen before came in, , his face looked similar to Dannell's and Darnell's but elder, not as lean and, for deficiency of a better Holy Writ, harder.

I need to admit - he had a half a ft and at to the lowest degree 60 Pound on me, so I did not Saint John the Apostle Anthony Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could have struggled, I didn't see much future in trying that anyway, since, near the collection of dildos, I saw hamper, handcuff, and manacle, but I did manage to demand ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a strange facial aspect that combined amusement, aggression, and lust"you can call me ‘ Master'and the more you sound like a slight girl who believes and enjoys that, the easily for you."

I had no idea what he was talking about and thought he was crazy or drunk or stoned."What the roll in the hay ?"

It was then, when, without a Word of God he grabbed me roughly and make me down on the floor that I realized I was naked too."Ok, white boy, do you desire to try to get me wet by sucking on my cock first or do you desire to take it up the ass dry right away ?"

"What the shtup ?"I repeated.

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

"What are you nuts ?"I was disoriented, but starting to snap out of it, and now that I was catching on to the canonical billet, I would be lying if I didn't admit I was intimidated and frightened. Thomas More, and a little oddly, now that I realized I was naked, I started feeling chilled and began shivering and also trembling a small from a fear adrenaline rush.

"You can wet-nurse my nuts later,"that menacing aspect of intimate menace and violence flashed across his human face 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 shaft or lead it up the ass dry, but you are going to do it RIGHT NOW !"

Here I have a confession to take a crap, or a lot of what follows might not micturate any gumption at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to know the basics of fucking insight but not enough to have a go at it about subtleties, like clitoris, g-spots, and lubrication, I was curious enough about what fucking felt like to a lady friend that I had tried broom grip in my ass. The average ling handle was a trivial bit of a jolt but I need to admit. Felt good enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable moral about strip up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plough shovel had a thick node at the end instead of just a thin handle. Realizing that an ordinary Calluna vulgaris handle was thinner than even my humble little whiten boy Peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a sharp and very worthful lesson about lubrication the number 1 time I poked myself with it.

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

Some old age later I read about a somewhat belligerent feminist who was fond of asserting that males should not be permitted to sink in a vagina until they had had a broom handle shoved up the ass. Well, if that is a valid necessary, I am among the most qualified male on the planet. And quite happily so, I suppose I need to confess.

Based on my masturbatory experiences with the shovel handgrip I was for certain I could take it up the ass more or less without too practically pain if I could get him lubricated, but I had never had one in my mouth before, although I need to squeal, I had wrapped my mouth around the shovel grip once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an effect as using it in my ass and tasted like wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with carrot, but the contour was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a boneheaded soup carrot and carving it into contour but never had done it.

"fountainhead, 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 direction and slapping my font hard with a big, rough-skinned calloused hand, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a give brick.

"I told you to foretell me ‘ passe-partout'you footling bitch !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to risk another blow by opening my sass, but my face was reddening with a mix of anger and ignominy. If I was honest with myself, I had fantasized about having Dannell and Donnell spit guy me some day - based on my experiences with the shovel hold I had creamed my sheets more than once to that fantasy. But this was dissimilar, I hadn't worked out how I could ever possibly broach the topic with them, but since the prison term I had seen them in the shower at the community of interests pool… well did I honorable mention they were both well, even extremely well-hung ? But not having them rape me. I had never worked out how I was ever going to get around to or get up the nerve to bring it up with them, though I was convinced they had seen me eyeing both their pecker and at the time I had been a trivial afraid that I might get a blooper in front of them.

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

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

"I would like to breastfeed your putz, please, Master."I managed, a petty worried that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, fairly please ?"

Luckily I still had enough of my wits about me to remember that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my mouth and remember the first metre I had had to wipe crap off my shovel 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 arouse his handwriting again.

"Maybe you are a smarter niggling bitch than I thought."By all means you picayune pussy, take a dumpsite first."

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

"Master,"I quickly added.

"Ok, pussy strumpet, use the can and do it fast and wipe good."

After I used the prison mode stainless sword coverless commode to lead a wasteyard, trying to constrict 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."

"Good cunt, you are catching on now get over here and get to work, but first, ask me again, real sugariness to let you draw my big fatal cock."

I didn't take any prospect."Master, may I please suck you ?"

"Yeah you trivial gripe fag, you can imbibe my dick and you fuckin'respectable do a soundly job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the same enigmatically threatening expression he had used on me at the scratch line."And I don't want to experience any goddam teeth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in social movement of him and undid his pants and boxer and dropped them - he was big but not fully tumid yet, not as big as Dannell and Darnell, but a LOT bigger then me or most jest at I had seen in gym class or at the pool.

"Suck beef !"I did. I worried about the teeth, But I took it in my mouthpiece and sucked. As soon as I got the big head in, which I suppose I should not admit tasted and felt better than I had expected, he grabbed my drumhead and poked to the back of my pharynx I couldn't help but crop it with my tooth, which earned me a clout on the chief, and a warning :"pussycat gripe boy, if I feel your dentition again, I will knock them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't puke on my big beautiful pitch blackness dent or I will blacken both your heart"So with some sweat I managed to pass down my gorge, after a few mo, I actually started to get the bent of it and was able to breath even though he was way down my pharynx and I had to suppress gagging, but I was able to do it.

"You suck at suction, beef boi, but you have potential, but you forgot to tell me you silent and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a lite smacking of my right cheek."I started to pull my self off of his now quite big and firm and if I am honest, nice peter, which I actually was enjoying sucking, though it was making me ashamed to consider it, but he grabbed me with both hands, forcing me back down and added,"hitch on the cock you fiddling sissy fairy, you can just grunt while you are sucking, realize ?"

So I did, I tried to say ‘ Yes, professional'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 sissy pouf, I was thankful for, since I really didn't want to keep getting clubbed with those big hands.

"That's not totally terrible, bitch, now give my gumshoe some love, kiss and lick it up and down and pull in think you love it."

"Ynn, Mfffr."I managed as I backed off of it, kissing and licking it was a lot secure than choking on it, and, given my fantasy, despite the circumstances, to some extent, fun, after a while 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 pharynx, gagging me again, but I managed to maintain it down.

"Ok, bitch, 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 much place free now.

Happily he was not much wider than the handle I was used to, but the thickness was not just a node, it was a tenacious length which, if anything was better than what I was used to, but he was not as gentle as I was with myself, so there was a jolt, but I must confess after the initial thrust, I actually liked the sensation, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big back peter division was fine. I know that isn't politically correct and I don't mean that cleaning lady who are being raped should ‘ try to enjoy it'like a lot of son of a bitch say but I was trying to gain the skilful of it.

The only minus thing was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to climax, and in this character, he was holding me down by the wrist joint while he held my legs up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the patch braying"you like it bitch ? Tell me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to reply with,"Yes, original, I like it, I love your big smutty dick in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to mollify him, when eventually he pulled out and thrash me on the look with three big roach of hot spunk.

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

By now I knew enough to say"thank you, captain, I'm gladiolus you liked it."

"Good, bitch, next time I might let you thrum yourself off."

And with that he left .