I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my cervix. My hands were complimentary for all the good it did me - the collar was not too blotto, and there was a chain of, ample length and the subdued fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate touch sensation, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an array of hooks and unusually shape piece of furniture and what looked like a crossbreeding, and priapic sextoys ( dildos in simpler full term ) - I could locomote freely, but the collar and chain were blade and the Ernst Boris Chain was securely bolted to my collar and the wall - I wasn't going anywhere past the length of the chain anytime soon.

there was what looked like a clink cell-style toilet, a drain in the center and sorta weirdly a king-sized four notice bed - quite feminine in its appearance : frilly and fluffy pink pillows and quilt

The final stage 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 uncanny way. They were juniors and first team football thespian -all league running backs already being seriously recruited by Big 10 programs.

I was a fledgling 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 locality games Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their team when he had played touch as younger kids in the region and had praised my work force catching passes in the plot we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to take in me to ‘ even the incline'since they were both so good, and since I was better than well-nigh guys thought we almost always won.

I guess that it also didn't hurt that I didn't have any reservation about them being Joseph Black, while, although for the most part they kept it quiet, considering that the McPhillips twins were big enough to sound off the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even most, of the guy wire 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 of interests, there was a quiet, politely expressed, racial discrimination, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more elusive expressions 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 guys, and some chick too, who would not have dared to call them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their spinal column. I got called nigger-lover deal, since, because, while with our age conflict, me being so much young, I couldn't really call them supporter, 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 well-disposed with two quondam, more athletic Black person 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 smuggled guy I had never seen before came in, , his face looked similar to Dannell's and Darnell's but aged, not as list and, for lack of a bettor word, harder.

I need to accept - 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 have struggled, I didn't see very much future in trying that anyway, since, near the collection of dildos, I saw trammel, handlock, and handcuffs, but I did manage to demand ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a strange facial expression that combined entertainment, aggressiveness, and crave"you can foretell me ‘ Master'and the to a greater extent you sound like a petty 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 sot or stoned."What the shag ?"

It was then, when, without a word he grabbed me roughly and shed me down on the trading 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 want to contract it up the ass dry right away ?"

"What the ass ?"I repeated.

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

"What are you egg ?"I was disoriented, but starting to snap out of it, and now that I was catching on to the basic post, I would be lying if I didn't admit I was intimidated and frightened. More, and a niggling oddly, now that I realized I was naked, I started feeling chilled and began shivering and also trembling a little from a dread adrenaline rush.

"You can draw my screwball later,"that menacing construction of intimate threat and vehemence flashed across his face again,"you can pet and osculate and lick them too, later, white bitch boy, since I know you will need to, but right now you are going to take in my tool 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 sense at all. After I had learned enough figure to sleep with the basics of fucking insight but not enough to bed about refinement, like clitorises, g-spots, and lubrication, I was curious enough about what fucking felt like to a young lady that I had tried ling hold in my ass. The ordinary bicycle Calluna vulgaris handle was a piddling bit of a jolt but I need to admit. Felt good enough that I did it more than once, and learned a worthful lesson about clean 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 handle. Realizing that an ordinary broom handle was dilutant than even my modest short white boy peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a sharp and very worthful example about lubrication the first fourth dimension I poked myself with it.

But the first prison term I used some vaseline to slue it in, I was hooked. The slurred pommel prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not interest about needing a wall 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 vex about matchwood a trivial, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some years later I read about a somewhat militant feminist who was fond of asserting that males 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 major planet. And quite happily so, I suppose I need to confess.

Based on my masturbatory experiences with the power shovel handgrip I was for certain I could take it up the ass more or less without too much pain if I could get him lube, but I had never had one in my oral fissure before, although I need to confess, I had wrapped my back talk around the digger handle once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an effect as using it in my ass and tasted like Mrs. Henry Wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with carrot, but the physical body was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a chummy soup carrot and carving it into shape 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 surprisal by exploding angrily in my direction and slapping my grimace 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 ‘ superior'you little gripe !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to risk another blow by opening my rima oris, 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 digger hold 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 initiate the matter with them, but since the prison term I had seen them in the shower at the biotic 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 nervus to bring it up with them, though I was convinced they had seen me eyeing both their dicks and at the metre I had been a piddling afraid that I might get a boner in social movement 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 longanimity, 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 tool, please, Master."I managed, a little occupy that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, middling please ?"

Luckily I still had enough of my learning ability about me to commemorate that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my backtalk and recall the first time I had had to wipe shit off my shovel 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 kindle his helping hand again.

"Maybe you are a smarter fiddling bitch than I thought."By all means you footling pussycat, aim a dump first."

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

"overlord,"I quickly added.

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

After I used the prison style chromium steel brand coverless commode to hold a dumpsite, trying to twitch as very 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 suck my big black cock."

I didn't take any luck."sea captain, may I delight blow you ?"

"Yeah you minuscule bitch fag, you can imbibe 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 start."And I don't want to feel any goddam teeth !"

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

"Suck kick !"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 admit savor and felt better than I had expected, he grabbed my capitulum and poked to the back of my throat I couldn't help but graze it with my tooth, which earned me a clout on the head, and a warning :"Pussy bitch boy, if I feel your teeth again, I will knock 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 center"So with some effort I managed to suffocate down my gorge, after a few moments, I actually started to get the bent of it and was able 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, squawk boi, but you have potency, but you forgot to tell me you understood and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a light smacking of my properly cheek."I started to pull out 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 hands, forcing me back down and added,"stay on the cock you picayune 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 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 keep getting bludgeon with those big hands.

"That's not totally terrible, bitch, now give my shaft some love, buss 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 circumstances, to some extent, fun, after a while 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 throat, gagging me again, but I managed to preserve it down.

"Ok, beef, 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 base free now.

Happily he was not much blanket than the hold 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 assuage as I was with myself, so there was a jerk, but I must concede after the initial stab, I actually liked the sensation, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big back putz part was fine. 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 dickhead say but I was trying to get to the best of it.

The only minus 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 carpus while he held my legs 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 shameful putz in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to conciliate him, when eventually he pulled out and skim off me on the face with three big ropes 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 enough to say"thank you, master key, I'm glad you liked it."

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

And with that he left .