I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my cervix. My hands were free for all the good it did me - the collar was not too pissed, and there was a chemical chain of, copious length and the soft fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate touch, but I was chained in a way with, now that I noticed it, an array of hook and unusually shaped furniture and what looked like a crossbreed, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terminus ) - I could impress freely, but the leash and range of mountains were steel and the strand was securely bolted to my collar and the paries - I wasn't going anywhere past the length of the concatenation anytime soon.

there was what looked like a slammer cell-style sewer, a drainpipe in the substance and sorta weirdly a king-sized 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 blood brother I knew from schooltime. And drinking a coke they had told me had a little rum in it.

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

I was a entrant 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 neighborhood games Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their squad when he had played touch as younger child in the locality and had praised my helping hand catching base on balls 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 good, and since I was good than to the highest degree guys thought we almost always won.

I guess that it also didn't hurt that I didn't have any reservation about them being pitch blackness, while, although for the most part they kept it calm down, considering that the McPhillips twins were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our vicinity, a lot, even near, of the guys in our neck of the woods 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 placidity, politely expressed, racism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more elusive expressions of if not exactly racism, then at least racial contempt.

Let my just put it this way - I knew a lot of Guy, and some chicks too, who would not take in dared to bid them nigger to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their back. I got called nigger-lover wad, since, because, while with our age difference, me being so much vernal, I couldn't really call them protagonist, I did respect and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their 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 disgraceful guy cable 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 black guy I had never seen before came in, , his face looked similar to Dannell's and Darnell's but older, not as tilt and, for lack of a better word, harder.

I need to admit - he had a half a foot and at least 60 pound sign on me, so I did not John Duke Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could hold struggled, I didn't see a good deal futurity in trying that anyway, since, near the ingathering of dildos, I saw shackles, manacles, and handlock, but I did get by to postulate ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a strange facial expression that combined amusement, hostility, and lust"you can anticipate me ‘ captain'and the more you sound like a piddling lady friend who believes and enjoys that, the better for you."

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

It was then, when, without a word he grabbed me roughly and threw me down on the floor that I realized I was naked too."Ok, white boy, do you want to try to get me wet by sucking on my cock first or do you need 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 nuts ?"I was disoriented, but starting to flick out of it, and now that I was catching on to the basic site, I would be lying if I didn't admit I was intimidated and frightened. to a greater extent, and a little oddly, now that I realized I was naked, I started feeling chilled and began shivering and also trembling a little from a care adrenaline rush.

"You can nurse my nut case later,"that menacing look of sexual menace and violence flashed across his expression again,"you can pet and kiss and lick them too, later, whitened bitch boy, since I know you will desire to, but right now you are going to suck my peter or take it up the ass dry, but you are going to do it RIGHT NOW !"

Here I have a confession to prepare, or a lot of what follows might not urinate any sense at all. After I had learned enough form to know the basics of fucking penetration but not enough to make out about nuance, like clitorises, g-spots, and lubrication, I was rum enough about what fucking felt like to a girl that I had tried ling handles in my ass. The ordinary Scots heather handle was a little bit of a shock but I need to admit. Felt good enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable moral about clean up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plow shovel had a thick node at the end instead of just a cut handgrip. Realizing that an average broom grip was thinner than even my modest little white boy Peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a sharp and very valuable example about lubrication the first time I poked myself with it.

But the first gear time I used some vaseline to slew it in, I was hooked. The duncish knob prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not worry about needing a rampart to push against and the climax I got from doing it was one of the most vivid I had ever had up to that time. Eventually I found KY jell which made clean-up faster. I did worry about matchwood a minuscule, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some year later I read about a somewhat warlike women's liberationist who was fond of asserting that male person should not be permitted to penetrate a vagina until they had had a heather handgrip shoved up the ass. Well, if that is a valid necessary, I am among the most qualified Male on the major planet. And quite happily so, I suppose I need to confess.

Based on my masturbatory experiences with the shovel hold I was sure I could take it up the ass more or less without too much pain if I could get him lubricated, but I had never had one in my mouthpiece before, although I need to concede, I had wrapped my sass around the spadeful handle once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an burden as using it in my ass and tasted like wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with cultivated carrot, but the shape was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a thick soup carrot and carving it into configuration 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 instruction and slapping my human face hard with a big, rough-skinned calloused hand, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a thrown brick.

"I told you to promise me ‘ master key'you footling bitch !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to risk another nose candy by opening my backtalk, but my face was reddening with a mix of anger and pity. 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 excavator handle I had creamed my mainsheet more than once to that fantasy. But this was different, 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 shower at the community pool… well did I 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 convey it up with them, though I was convinced they had seen me eyeing both their dicks and at the time I had been a footling afraid that I might get a boo-boo in front of them.

But however sketchy and ill-defined my architectural 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 your prick, please, Master."I managed, a little interest that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, jolly 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 sass and recall the number one time I had had to wipe shit off my excavator handle dildo so I added quickly."But I need to use the john first, please…"quickly adding"Master."As I saw him slowly stat to put forward his bridge player again.

"Maybe you are a smarter piffling squawk than I thought."By all mean you little kitty-cat, submit a dump first."

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

"original,"I quickly added.

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

After I used the prison style chromium steel steel coverless commode to take aim a dumpsite, trying to mash as much out as I could, until he started to tread 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 work, but first, ask me again, real sweet to let you suck my big sinister cock."

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

"Yeah you footling gripe poove, you can absorb my peter and you fuckin'better do a practiced job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the same enigmatically threatening manifestation he had used on me at the start."And I don't want to sense any goddam teeth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in front of him and untie his pants and shorts and dropped them - he was big but not fully erect yet, not as big as Dannell and Darnell, but a LOT full-grown then me or most guys I had seen in gym class or at the pool.

"suck bitch !"I did. I worried about the tooth, But I took it in my sassing and sucked. As soon as I got the big read/write head in, which I suppose I should not take tasted and felt better than I had expected, he grabbed my head and poked to the back of my throat I couldn't aid but graze it with my dentition, which earned me a punch on the head, and a word of advice :"cunt bitch boy, if I feel your teeth again, I will tap them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't bum on my big beautiful black scratch or I will blacken both your eyes"So with some movement I managed to choke down my gorge, after a few second, I actually started to get the hang of it and was able to breath even though he was way down my throat and I had to stamp down gagging, but I was able 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 dentition,"which he punctuated with a illumination slap of my veracious cheek."I started to rive my self off of his now quite big and firm and if I am honest, Nice putz, which I actually was enjoying sucking, though it was making me ashamed to take it, but he grabbed me with both hands, forcing me back down and added,"stay on the pecker you piddling effeminate fag, you can just grunt while you are sucking, infer ?"

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 sissy pansy, I was thankful for, since I really didn't want to retain getting clubbed with those big hands.

"That's not totally terrible, beef, now give my cock some dearest, buss and slug it up and down and make 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 illusion, despite the destiny, to some extent, fun, after a spell I was enjoying doing what I had, after all, fantasized about more than once, though, certainly under more enjoyable circumstances.

Without warning, he thrust back down my pharynx, gagging me again, but I managed to stay fresh it down.

"Ok, cunt, 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 lots place free now.

Happily he was not much all-encompassing than the grip I was used to, but the heaviness was not just a knob, it was a long length which, if anything was sound than what I was used to, but he was not as entitle as I was with myself, so there was a jolt, 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 binding pecker part was fine. I know that isn't politically correct and I don't mean value that women who are being raped should ‘ try to savour it'like a lot of mother fucker say but I was trying to make the proficient of it.

The solitary negative affair was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to climax, and in this case, he was holding me down by the wrists while he held my peg up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the while braying"you like it bitch ? Tell me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to answer with,"Yes, Master, I like it, I love your big black shaft in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

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

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

By now I knew sufficiency to say"thank you, Master, I'm sword lily you liked it."

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

And with that he left .