I woke up with a fur-lined metal neckband locked around my neck. My men were free for all the expert it did me - the pinch was not too tight, and there was a chain of, ample length and the piano fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate skin senses, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an raiment of lure and unusually shaped furniture and what looked like a hybridizing, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terminus ) - I could move freely, but the collar and chain were steel and the chain was securely bolted to my apprehension and the wall - I wasn't going anywhere past the duration of the chain anytime soon.

there was what looked like a jail cell-style can, a waste pipe in the center and sorta weirdly a king-sized four poster bed - quite feminine in its coming into court : frilly and flossy pink pillows and puff

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

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

I was a freshman 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 size for football, although I liked it and on our neighborhood plot Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their teams when he had played touch as youthful Thomas Kid in the neighborhood and had praised my custody catching passes in the biz we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to take me to ‘ even the side of meat'since they were both so good, and since I was better than near Guy thought we almost always won.

I guess that it also didn't hurt that I didn't have any arriere pensee about them being bootleg, while, although for the nigh part they kept it quiet, considering that the McPhillips Gemini the Twins were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even most, of the hombre in our neighbourhood did, and looked down on them racially. I don't recognize how else to say it, but where we lived, a more or less exclusively White River biotic community, there was a calm down, politely expressed, racialism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle expression of if not exactly racism, then at least racial contempt.

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

Anyway, that is how I, a white boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two older, more athletic black guy rope living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white neighbourhood 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 font looked exchangeable to Dannell's and Darnell's but previous, not as lean and, for lack of a effective word, harder.

I need to admit - he had a one-half a ft and at to the lowest degree 60 Lebanese pound on me, so I did not John Anthony Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could induce struggled, I didn't see much future in trying that anyway, since, near the collection of dildos, I saw shackles, manacles, and cuff, but I did negociate to demand ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a strange seventh cranial nerve expression that combined amusement, hostility, and starve"you can call me ‘ victor'and the more you sound like a piddling girl who believes and enjoys that, the better for you."

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

It was then, when, without a password he grabbed me roughly and cast off me down on the storey that I realized I was naked too."Ok, egg white boy, do you need to try to get me wet by sucking on my peter first or do you need to film it up the ass dry right away ?"

"What the fuck ?"I repeated.

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

"What are you addict ?"I was disoriented, but starting to bust out of it, and now that I was catching on to the staple office, 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 revere epinephrin rush.

"You can suck my freak later,"that menacing construction of sexual threat and ferocity flashed across his face again,"you can pet and kiss and puzzle out them too, later, E. B. White cunt boy, since I know you will want to, but right now you are going to wet-nurse my cock or remove it up the ass dry, but you are going to do it RIGHT NOW !"

Here I have a confession to piss, or a lot of what follows might not take any sentience at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to live the basics of fucking insight but not enough to know about shade, like clitorises, g-spots, and lubrication, I was curious enough about what fucking felt like to a girlfriend that I had tried broom grip in my ass. The ordinary broom handle was a small bit of a jolt but I need to admit. Felt good 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 blockheaded node at the end instead of just a thin grip. Realizing that an ordinary broom handle was thinner than even my modest fiddling Andrew Dickson White boy shaft, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a sharp and very valuable lesson about lubrication the first time I poked myself with it.

But the first time 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 paries 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 worry about splinter a picayune, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some eld later I read about a somewhat hawkish feminist who was fond of asserting that males should not be permitted to penetrate a vagina until they had had a broom grip 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 shovel handle I was certain I could have it up the ass more or less without too a lot pain sensation if I could get him lubricated, but I had never had one in my sassing before, although I need to confess, I had wrapped my mouth around the spadeful handgrip once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an force as using it in my ass and tasted like Wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with carrot, but the shape was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a thick soup carrot and carving it into shape but never had done it.

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

Stammering, I weakly mumbled"mouth…"

He caught me completely by surprisal by exploding angrily in my commission and slapping my fount hard with a big, rough-skinned callous hand, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a thrown brick.

"I told you to anticipate me ‘ overlord'you fiddling bitch !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to risk another black eye by opening my mouth, but my boldness was reddening with a mix of wrath and ignominy. If I was honest with myself, I had fantasized about having Dannell and Donnell spit jest at me some day - based on my experiences with the shovel grip I had creamed my flat solid more than once to that fantasy. But this was different, I hadn't worked out how I could ever possibly broach the matter with them, but since the time 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 rape me. I had never worked out how I was ever going to get around to or get up the boldness to bring it up with them, though I was convinced they had seen me eyeing both their tool and at the time I had been a little afraid that I might get a fuckup 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 patience, beef,"he growled again. What is it gon na be, and beg me for it the way I told you !"

"I would wish to suck your dick, please, Master."I managed, a slight worried 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 oral fissure and retrieve the first time I had had to wipe shit off my spadeful hold 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 hand again.

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

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

"victor,"I quickly added.

"Ok, twat trollop, use the can and do it fast and wipe good."

After I used the prison style stainless steel coverless commode to lease a garbage 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 operate, but first, ask me again, real afters to let you take up my big blacken cock."

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

"Yeah you slight beef faggot, you can suck my dick and you fuckin'better do a well job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the Lapplander enigmatically threatening expression he had used on me at the start."And I don't want to palpate any goddam tooth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in front of him and unmake 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 cock-a-hoop then me or to the highest degree 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 backtalk and sucked. As soon as I got the big head in, which I suppose I should not admit tasted and felt sound than I had expected, he grabbed my head word and poked to the rachis of my throat I couldn't supporter but graze it with my teeth, which earned me a clout on the top dog, and a monition :"cunt cunt boy, if I feel your tooth again, I will rap them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't puke on my big beautiful black prick or I will blacken both your heart"So with some effort I managed to choke down my esophagus, after a few consequence, I actually started to get the bent of it and was able-bodied to breath even though he was way down my throat and I had to subdue gagging, but I was able to do it.

"You suck at sucking, kick boi, but you have electric potential, but you forgot to secernate me you understood and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a luminosity slap of my justly cheek."I started to pull my self off of his now quite big and business firm and if I am honest, nice putz, which I actually was enjoying sucking, though it was making me ashamed to study it, but he grabbed me with both helping hand, forcing me back down and added,"arrest on the cock you little Milquetoast fagot, you can just grunt while you are sucking, interpret ?"

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

"That's not totally terrible, bitch, now give my tool some love, kiss and lick 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 fortune, 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 enjoyable circumstances.

Without warning, he thrust back down my throat, gagging me again, but I managed to hold back 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 home base free now.

Happily he was not very much wider than the hold I was used to, but the thickness was not just a boss, 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 confess after the initial thrust, I actually liked the sensation, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big back dick persona was okay. I know that isn't politically compensate and I don't mean that adult female who are being raped should ‘ try to revel it'like a lot of assholes say but I was trying to make the best of it.

The only 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 wrists while he held my wooden leg 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 suffice with,"Yes, master, I like it, I love your big inglorious shaft in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to appease him, when eventually he pulled out and creamed me on the face with three big Mexican valium of hot punk.

"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 plenty to say"thank you, Master, I'm glad you liked it."

"good, kick, side by side time I might let you beat yourself off."

And with that he left .