I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my neck. My mitt were free for all the good it did me - the taking into custody was not too tight, and there was a chain of, rich length and the gentle fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate soupcon, but I was chained in a way with, now that I noticed it, an array of hooks and unusually shaped piece of furniture and what looked like a cross, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler price ) - I could move freely, but the collar and chain were steel and the chain was securely bolted to my collar and the paries - I wasn't going anywhere past the length of the chain anytime soon.

there was what looked like a gaol cell-style lav, a drain in the centre of attention and sorta weirdly a king-sized four post horse bed - quite feminine in its show : frilly and fluffy pink pillows and quilt

The last thing I remembered was smoking from a pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin crony I knew from schooltime. And drinking a coke they had told me had a trivial rum in it.

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

I was a entrant and not a roly-poly or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball in the natural spring, but I didn't have the size for football game, although I liked it and on our neighborhood plot Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their teams when he had played touch as younger kidskin in the neighbourhood and had praised my hands catching passes in the biz we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to shoot me to ‘ even the side'since they were both so good, 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 voice they kept it quiet, considering that the McPhillips twins were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our locality, a lot, even most, of the bozo 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 clean community, there was a quiet, politely expressed, racism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle grammatical construction of if not exactly racism, then at to the lowest degree racial contempt.

Let my just put it this way - I knew a lot of cat, and some chicks too, who would not birth dared to call them coon to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their spinal column. I got called nigger-lover plenty, since, because, while with our age difference, me being so much younger, I couldn't really call them protagonist, I did obedience and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their dwelling house, which was just around the corner from my own and strongly considered them to be ripe guys.

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

After what seemed corresponding hours, but probably was not that long, a disastrous guy I had never seen before came in, , his face looked similar to Dannell's and Darnell's but older, not as tend and, for deficiency of a better word, harder.

I need to include - he had a half a foot and at least 60 pounds on me, so I did not trick Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could possess struggled, I didn't see much future in trying that anyway, since, near the collection of dildos, I saw shackle, manacle, and handlock, but I did manage to take ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a foreign facial formulation that combined amusement, aggression, and lust"you can shout me ‘ captain'and the to a greater extent you sound like a little girl who believes and enjoys that, the better for you."

I had no estimation what he was talking about and thought he was crazy or drunk or stoned."What the piece of ass ?"

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-hot boy, do you want to try to get me wet by sucking on my cock first or do you want to hold it up the ass dry right away ?"

"What the fuck ?"I repeated.

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

"What are you addict ?"I was disoriented, but starting to snarl 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 picayune from a fear epinephrin rush.

"You can nurse my bollock later,"that menacing expression of sexual menace and violence flashed across his face again,"you can pet and kiss and figure out them too, later, Patrick Victor Martindale White kick boy, since I know you will want to, but right now you are going to lactate my dick or subscribe to 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 general anatomy to have it away the basic of fucking incursion but not enough to experience about subtleties, like button, g-spots, and lubrication, I was curious enough about what fucking felt like to a girl that I had tried ling grip in my ass. The ordinary broom hold was a little bit of a jerk but I need to admit. Felt respectable enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable example about blank up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plow shovel had a thick knob at the end instead of just a thin hold. Realizing that an ordinary broom handle was thinner than even my modest little white boy shaft, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a sharp and very worthful lesson about lubrication the first off clip I poked myself with it.

But the first prison term 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 bulwark to crusade 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 concern about splinters a little, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some twelvemonth later I read about a somewhat militant feminist who was fond of asserting that male person should not be permitted to imbue a vagina until they had had a broom handle shoved up the ass. Well, if that is a valid necessity, I am among the most characterize Male on the planet. And quite happily so, I suppose I need to confess.

Based on my masturbatory experiences with the shovelful handle I was sure I could deal it up the ass more or less without too a lot painfulness if I could get him lubricated, but I had never had one in my mouth before, although I need to profess, I had wrapped my mouth around the shovel grip once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an burden as using it in my ass and tasted like forest I never repeated the experience. I had tried with carrots, but the condition was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a midst soup carrot and carving it into embodiment 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 cauterize helping hand, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a thrown and twisted brick.

"I told you to shout me ‘ Master'you minuscule bitch !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to risk another black eye by opening my mouth, but my font was reddening with a mix of ira 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 shovelful hold I had creamed my sheets more than once to that fantasy. But this was different, I hadn't worked out how I could ever possibly broach the theme with them, but since the time I had seen them in the exhibitor 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 bring it up with them, though I was convinced they had seen me eyeing both their dicks and at the time I had been a niggling afraid that I might get a boner in front of them.

But however unelaborated and unclear my programme 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 imbibe your peter, please, Master."I managed, a short worried that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, somewhat please ?"

Luckily I still had enough of my humour about me to think back that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my mouth and recall the beginning prison term I had had to pass over shit off my excavator grip dildo so I added quickly."But I need to use the toilet first, please…"quickly adding"Master."As I saw him slowly stat to enhance his hired hand again.

"Maybe you are a smarter petty bitch than I thought."By all agency you little purulent, take a dump first."

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

"Master,"I quickly added.

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

After I used the prison style stainless steel coverless crapper to occupy 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."

"Good bitch, you are catching on now get over here and get to work, but first, ask me again, real sweet to let you nurse my big black cock."

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

"Yeah you piddling bitch fairy, you can suck my cock 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 start."And I don't want to experience any goddam teeth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in battlefront of him and undo his trouser 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 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 back talk and sucked. As soon as I got the big mind in, which I suppose I should not admit tasted and felt better than I had expected, he grabbed my nous and poked to the back of my throat I couldn't help but browse it with my teeth, which earned me a punch on the head word, and a monition :"kitty-cat bitch boy, if I feel your dentition again, I will criticise them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't puke on my big beautiful pitch-black prick or I will melanise both your oculus"So with some effort I managed to strangle down my gorge, after a few moments, I actually started to get the hang of it and was capable to breath even though he was way down my throat and I had to repress gagging, but I was able to do it.

"You suck at sucking, beef boi, but you have potential drop, but you forgot to tell me you sympathize and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a short smack 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 consider it, but he grabbed me with both hired man, forcing me back down and added,"stay on the cock you little 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 hell dust me again, which, even if it makes you think I am a pantywaist fairy, I was grateful for, since I really didn't want to go on getting clubbed with those big hands.

"That's not totally awful, bitch, now give my prick some honey, kiss and clout 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 fantasies, 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 keep 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 home free now.

Happily he was not often extensive than the handle I was used to, but the thickness was not just a knob, it was a long 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 concede after the initial shot, I actually liked the sensation, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big dorsum dick part was OK. I know that isn't politically correct and I don't mean that women who are being raped should ‘ try to enjoy it'like a lot of whoreson say but I was trying to make the best of it.

The only disconfirming thing was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to climax, and in this pillow slip, he was holding me down by the articulatio radiocarpea while he held my pegleg up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the while braying"you like it bitch ? recite me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to do with,"Yes, Master, I like it, I love your big black dick in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to temper him, when eventually he pulled out and bat me on the face with three big rophy of hot nerve.

"That was not bad, cunt. 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, lord, I'm glad you liked it."

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

And with that he left .