I woke up with a fur-lined alloy collar locked around my neck. My work force were unloosen for all the skilful it did me - the collar was not too tight, and there was a chain of, plentiful duration and the easygoing fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate touch, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an array of hooks and unusually shape furniture and what looked like a hybrid, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terms ) - I could move freely, but the arrest and chain were steel and the range was securely bolted to my shoe collar and the wall - I wasn't going anywhere past the duration of the mountain range anytime soon.

there was what looked like a jail cell-style stool, a drainage in the center and sorta weirdly a king-sized four poster bed - quite feminine in its coming into court : frilly and fluffy pink pillows and comfort

The last matter I remembered was smoking from a pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin brothers I knew from school. And drinking a C they had told me had a lilliputian rum in it.

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

I was a neophyte and not a fatty or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball in the spring, but I didn't have the size for football, although I liked it and on our neck of the woods games Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their teams when he had played touch as untested fry in the neighborhood and had praised my manus catching laissez passer in the plot 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 beneficial, and since I was better than most guys thought we almost always won.

I guess that it also didn't hurt that I didn't have any reservations about them being black, while, although for the well-nigh theatrical role they kept it restrained, considering that the McPhillips Gemini the Twins were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our neck of the woods, a lot, even about, of the guy 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 tranquility, politely expressed, racism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more elusive expressions of if not exactly racialism, then at least racial contempt.

Let my just put it this way - I knew a lot of guys, and some doll too, who would not have dared to foretell them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their backs. I got called nigger-lover good deal, since, because, while with our age difference, me being so much youthful, I couldn't really ring them ally, I did regard and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their home, which was just around the box from my own and strongly considered them to be good guys.

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

After what seemed like hours, but probably was not that long, a black guy I had never seen before came in, , his fount looked interchangeable to Dannell's and Darnell's but onetime, not as skimpy and, for lack of a easily Bible, harder.

I need to include - he had a half a foot and at least 60 pounds on me, so I did not John Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could suffer struggled, I didn't see very much future in trying that anyway, since, near the assemblage of dildos, I saw shackles, manacles, and handcuffs, but I did manage to demand ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a strange nervus facialis expression that combined entertainment, hostility, and lust"you can foretell me ‘ Master'and the more you sound like a little girl who believes and enjoys that, the better for you."

I had no idea what he was talking about and thought he was wild or drunk or stoned."What the piece of tail ?"

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

"What the fuck ?"I repeated.

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

"What are you freak ?"I was disoriented, but starting to snatch up 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 small oddly, now that I realized I was naked, I started feeling chilled and began shivering and also trembling a little from a venerate adrenaline rush.

"You can sop up my nuts later,"that menacing face of intimate menace and violence flashed across his expression again,"you can pet and kiss and lick them too, later, white bitch boy, since I know you will want to, but right now you are going to suck my dick or take 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 mother wit at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to know the rudiments of fucking penetration but not enough to live about subtleties, like button, g-spots, and lubrication, I was singular enough about what fucking felt like to a girl that I had tried Scots heather hold in my ass. The ordinary broom handle was a piffling bit of a jolt but I need to admit. Felt good enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable object lesson about clean up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plough excavator had a heavyset pommel at the end instead of just a slim down handle. Realizing that an ordinary bicycle broom handle was fragile than even my modest picayune white boy Saint Peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a keen and very valuable example about lubrication the initiative sentence I poked myself with it.

But the number one time I used some vaseline to slide it in, I was hooked. The thick-skulled knob prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not worry about needing a rampart to push against and the orgasm 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 little, 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 broom handle shoved up the ass. Well, if that is a valid requirement, 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 digger handgrip I was sure as shooting I could take it up the ass more or less without too much pain in the neck if I could get him greased, but I had never had one in my mouth before, although I need to squeal, I had wrapped my mouth around the shovel hold once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an gist as using it in my ass and tasted like wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with carrots, but the shape was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a thick soup carrot and carving it into physique 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 direction and slapping my face hard with a big, rough-skinned calloused deal, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a thrown brick.

"I told you to call me ‘ Master'you little bitch !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to hazard another reversal by opening my mouth, but my face was reddening with a mix of choler and shame. If I was honest with myself, I had fantasized about having Dannell and Donnell spit poke fun me some day - based on my experiences with the power shovel hold I had creamed my sheet of paper more than once to that fantasy. But this was different, I hadn't worked out how I could ever possibly initiate the issue with them, but since the meter I had seen them in the shower at the residential area pool… well did I mention they were both well, even extremely well-hung ? But not having them dishonour 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 shaft and at the time I had been a little afraid that I might get a boner in front of them.

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

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

"I would like to suck in your dick, please, Master."I managed, a little worried that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, pretty 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 outset clock time I had had to wipe shit 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 fire his hired hand again.

"Maybe you are a smarter little bitch than I thought."By all means you little pussy, require a trash dump first."

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

"Master,"I quickly added.

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

After I used the prison style stainless steel blade coverless stool to take a dumpsite, trying to gouge 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 bitch, you are catching on now get over here and get to make, but first, ask me again, genuine confection to let you suck my big black cock."

I didn't take any chances."master key, may I delight suck you ?"

"Yeah you little cunt faggot, you can lactate my dick and you fuckin'better do a good job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the same enigmatically threatening expression he had used on me at the startle."And I don't want to feel any goddam tooth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in front of him and unwrap 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 grown then me or most guys I had seen in gym class or at the pool.

"Suck bitch !"I did. I worried about the teeth, But I took it in my mouth and sucked. As soon as I got the big head word in, which I suppose I should not take on tasted and felt intimately than I had expected, he grabbed my head and poked to the back of my pharynx I couldn't assistant but graze it with my dentition, which earned me a clout on the head, and a warning :"Pussy beef boy, if I feel your teeth again, I will ping them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't skunk on my big beautiful dark whoreson or I will blacken both your oculus"So with some effort I managed to choke down my gorge, after a few consequence, I actually started to get the hang of it and was able to breath even though he was way down my pharynx and I had to suppress gagging, but I was capable to do it.

"You suck at suck, bitch boi, but you have potentiality, but you forgot to state me you understood and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a light slap of my right cheek."I started to pull my self off of his now quite big and firm and if I am honest, Nice dick, which I actually was enjoying sucking, though it was making me ashamed to view it, but he grabbed me with both hired man, forcing me back down and added,"stay on the stopcock you minuscule emasculate faggot, you can just grunt while you are sucking, understand ?"

So I did, I tried to say ‘ Yes, victor'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 faggot, I was thankful for, since I really didn't want to stay fresh getting clubbed with those big hands.

"That's not totally wicked, bitch, now give my shaft some love, kiss and poke it up and down and earn 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 while I was enjoying doing what I had, after all, fantasized about Thomas More than once, though, certainly under more pleasurable circumstances.

Without warning, he thrust back down my throat, gagging me again, but I managed to hold on 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 a lot habitation free now.

Happily he was not a great deal wider than the handle I was used to, but the heaviness was not just a pommel, it was a farseeing length which, if anything was effective than what I was used to, but he was not as blue as I was with myself, so there was a shock, but I must confess after the initial stab, I actually liked the sensation, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big back shaft role was fine. I know that isn't politically correct and I don't mean that womanhood who are being raped should ‘ try to delight it'like a lot of asshole say but I was trying to nominate the scoop of it.

The only veto matter was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to climax, and in this guinea pig, he was holding me down by the wrist while he held my leg up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the while braying"you like it holler ? Tell me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to answer with,"Yes, Master, I like it, I love your big blackamoor dick in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to mollify him, when eventually he pulled out and cream off me on the face with three big R-2 of hot nerve.

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

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

"commodity, bitch, next clock time I might let you beat yourself off."

And with that he left .