I woke up with a fur-lined metal neckband locked around my neck. My hands were gratis for all the right it did me - the collar was not too fast, and there was a chain of, plenteous distance and the soft fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate jot, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an raiment of lure and unusually shaped piece of furniture and what looked like a cross, and priapic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terms ) - I could move freely, but the collar and Sir Ernst Boris Chain were steel and the chain was securely bolted to my collar and the rampart - I wasn't going anywhere past the length of the chemical chain anytime soon.

there was what looked like a jailhouse cell-style john, a drain 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 quilt

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

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

I was a freshman and not a fatso or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball game in the outpouring, but I didn't have the size for football, although I liked it and on our locality games Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their squad when he had played touch as new kids in the neighborhood and had praised my hands catching passes in the game 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 easily than most hombre thought we almost always won.

I guess that it also didn't hurt that I didn't have any reservation about them being blackened, while, although for the most constituent they kept it quietly, considering that the McPhillips Gemini the Twins were big enough to kvetch the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even nearly, of the guys in our neighborhood did, and looked down on them racially. I don't acknowledge how else to say it, but where we lived, a more or less exclusively white community, there was a tranquillity, politely expressed, racialism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more pernicious look 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 chicks too, who would not have dared to call them coon to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their backs. I got called nigger-lover plenty, since, because, while with our age difference, me being so much new, I couldn't really promise them protagonist, I did regard and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their home base, which was just around the niche from my own and strongly considered them to be honorable guys.

Anyway, that is how I, a white boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two older, more acrobatic black guys living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white neighborhood 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 grimace looked similar to Dannell's and Darnell's but older, not as lean and, for lack of a better word, harder.

I need to let in - he had a half a substructure 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 possess struggled, I didn't see a great deal future tense in trying that anyway, since, near the assemblage of dildos, I saw shackles, manacles, and handcuffs, but I did grapple to require ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a strange facial locution that combined amusement, aggression, and hunger"you can call me ‘ Master'and the more you sound like a fiddling female child who believes and enjoys that, the undecomposed for you."

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

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

"What the screwing ?"I repeated.

"Ass or pharynx, 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 basic billet, I would be lying if I didn't admit I was intimidated and frightened. to a greater extent, and a lilliputian oddly, now that I realized I was naked, I started feeling chilled and began shivering and also trembling a picayune from a reverence epinephrine rush.

"You can give suck my ball later,"that menacing expression of sexual menace and violence flashed across his face again,"you can pet and osculate and lick them too, later, flannel kick boy, since I know you will require 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 good sense at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to know the basics of fucking penetration but not enough to have it away about subtleties, like clitoris, g-spots, and lubrication, I was curious enough about what fucking felt like to a girl that I had tried ling handle in my ass. The ordinary broom handgrip was a little bit of a jolt but I need to accommodate. Felt expert enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable lesson about clean up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plow shovel had a midst thickening at the end instead of just a sparse handgrip. Realizing that an ordinary broom handle was thinner than even my modest slight Theodore Harold White boy peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a sharp and very valuable deterrent example about lubrication the low meter I poked myself with it.

But the starting time meter I used some vaseline to slue it in, I was hooked. The thickset 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 clip. Eventually I found KY jell which made clean-up faster. I did worry about sliver a short, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some days later I read about a somewhat militant feminist who was fond of asserting that males should not be permitted to click a vagina until they had had a ling handle shoved up the ass. Well, if that is a valid requirement, 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 excavator handle I was sure I could involve it up the ass more or less without too much infliction if I could get him lubricated, but I had never had one in my lip before, although I need to concede, I had wrapped my mouth around the spadeful handgrip once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as gratifying an core as using it in my ass and tasted like wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with carrots, but the chassis was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a heavyset 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 way and slapping my 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 call me ‘ sea captain'you little beef !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to risk another blow by opening my mouth, but my face was reddening with a mix of anger 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 power shovel handle I had creamed my piece of paper 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 bath 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 dicks and at the time I had been a slight afraid that I might get a fuckup in social movement of them.

But however sketchy and indecipherable 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 up your dick, please, Master."I managed, a minuscule disturbed that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, pretty please ?"

Luckily I still had sufficiency of my wits about me to think back that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my mouth and think the low gear metre I had had to wipe shit off my shovel handgrip 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 little bitch than I thought."By all agency you footling pussy, take a dump first."

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

"Master,"I quickly added.

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

After I used the prison expressive style stainless steel coverless commode to take away a dump, trying to squeeze as a good deal out as I could, until he started to maltreat 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, rattling sweet to let you suck my big black cock."

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

"Yeah you little bitch poove, you can suck in my hawkshaw 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 finger any blame teeth !"

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 put up yet, not as big as Dannell and Darnell, but a LOT adult then me or most make fun 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 in, which I suppose I should not acknowledge sample and felt just than I had expected, he grabbed my oral sex and poked to the rachis of my pharynx I couldn't aid but graze it with my teeth, which earned me a clout on the headway, and a warning :"Pussy kick boy, if I feel your teeth again, I will pick apart them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't lowlife on my big beautiful smutty prick or I will melanize both your heart"So with some attempt I managed to choke down my gorge, after a few moments, I actually started to get the hang of it and was able-bodied to breath even though he was way down my pharynx and I had to curb gagging, but I was able to do it.

"You suck at sucking, beef boi, but you have potential, but you forgot to tell me you sympathise and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a light smack of my right cheek."I started to rip my self off of his now quite big and house 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 mitt, forcing me back down and added,"stoppage on the cock you little sissy faggot, you can just grunt while you are sucking, understand ?"

So I did, I tried to say ‘ Yes, sea captain'which came out sounding like ‘ eth affer'but mollified him, since he didn't sapidity 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 back getting clubbed with those big hands.

"That's not totally terrible, squawk, now give my dick 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 full 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 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 keep 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 practically base free now.

Happily he was not much across-the-board than the handle I was used to, but the thickness was not just a thickening, it was a long length which, if anything was better than what I was used to, but he was not as lenify as I was with myself, so there was a jolt, but I must confess after the initial pang, I actually liked the sensation, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big spine prick theatrical role was hunky-dory. I know that isn't politically set and I don't mean that cleaning woman who are being raped should ‘ try to enjoy it'like a lot of dickhead say but I was trying to make the topper of it.

The entirely negative thing was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to climax, and in this instance, he was holding me down by the wrists while he held my legs up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the while braying"you like it backbite ? Tell me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to do with,"Yes, superior, I like it, I love your big black dick in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to conciliate him, when eventually he pulled out and thrash me on the font with three big ropes of hot spunk.

"That was not bad, kick. 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, Master, I'm glad you liked it."

"good, bitch, next metre I might let you beat yourself off."

And with that he left .