I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my neck. My hands were liberal for all the good it did me - the collar was not too tight, and there was a chain of, ample duration and the balmy fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate sense of touch, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an regalia of draw and unusually shaped furniture and what looked like a crossbreed, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler price ) - I could move freely, but the collar and chemical chain were steel and the chain was securely bolted to my collar and the wall - I wasn't going anywhere past the distance of the chain anytime soon.

there was what looked like a jail cell-style privy, a drain in the heart and soul and sorta weirdly a king-sized four poster bed - quite feminine in its coming into court : frilly and flossy pink pillows and quilt

The last thing I remembered was smoking from a pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin brothers I knew from schooling. 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 game histrion -all league running back already being seriously recruited by Big 10 programs.

I was a newcomer 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 game Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their teams when he had played touch as younger fry in the neighborhood and had praised my hands catching whirl 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 break than virtually guys thought we almost always won.

I guess that it also didn't hurt that I didn't have any reserve about them being black, while, although for the most theatrical role they kept it quiet, considering that the McPhillips Twin were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even to the highest degree, of the guys 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, there was a tranquilize, politely expressed, racialism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle expressions of if not exactly racial discrimination, 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 niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their backrest. I got called nigger-lover plenty, since, because, while with our age dispute, me being so much younger, I couldn't really call them friends, 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 Stanford White boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two former, more athletic black guy 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 Shirley Temple guy I had never seen before came in, , his expression looked like to Dannell's and Darnell's but senior, not as incline and, for deficiency of a best intelligence, harder.

I need to admit - he had a half a metrical unit and at to the lowest degree 60 dog pound 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 much future in trying that anyway, since, near the aggregation of dildos, I saw shackle, manacles, and handcuffs, but I did manage to ask ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a strange facial face that combined amusement, aggression, and starve"you can forebode me ‘ Master'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 drunk or stoned."What the fuck ?"

It was then, when, without a Good Book he grabbed me roughly and throw off me down on the floor that I realized I was naked too."Ok, Theodore Harold White boy, do you need to try to get me wet by sucking on my cock first or do you want to use up it up the ass dry rightfield away ?"

"What the screw ?"I repeated.

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

"What are you addict ?"I was disoriented, but starting to snap 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 picayune 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 take in my nuts later,"that menacing expression of sexual threat and violence flashed across his face again,"you can pet and kiss and lap them too, later, White person bitch boy, since I know you will need 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 build, or a lot of what follows might not make any horse sense at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to know the fundamentals of fucking penetration but not enough to bonk about nuance, like clitoris, g-spots, and lubrication, I was peculiar enough about what fucking felt like to a girl that I had tried Scots heather handles in my ass. The ordinary broom handgrip was a footling bit of a jolt but I need to admit. Felt skillful enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable moral about sportsmanlike up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plow power shovel had a duncical pommel at the end instead of just a thin handle. Realizing that an ordinary bicycle broom handle was thinner than even my modest picayune white boy peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a knifelike and very worthful example about lubrication the first time I poked myself with it.

But the first meter I used some vaseline to slip it in, I was hooked. The thickheaded node prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not care about needing a bulwark to push against and the orgasm 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 sliver a little, but gratefully I never experienced any.

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

Based on my masturbatory experiences with the shovel handle I was sure I could drive it up the ass more or less without too a lot annoyance if I could get him lubricate, but I had never had one in my mouth before, although I need to confess, I had wrapped my mouth around the excavator 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 carrots, but the flesh 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.

"wellspring, 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 cauterise handwriting, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a confuse brick.

"I told you to call me ‘ skipper'you little beef !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to adventure another reverse by opening my mouth, but my look 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 handgrip 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 topic with them, but since the time I had seen them in the cascade at the community pool… well did I honorable mention they were both well, even extremely well-hung ? But not having them violate me. I had never worked out how I was ever going to get around to or get up the nerve to add it up with them, though I was convinced they had seen me eyeing both their dicks and at the meter I had been a fiddling afraid that I might get a boner in strawman of them.

But however sketchy and indecipherable my plan was, my fantasise didn't include them slapping me around and forcing me.

"I'm losing my forbearance, bitch,"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 footling worried that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, middling please ?"

Luckily I still had enough of my humour about me to remember that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my rima oris and recall the number 1 clock time I had had to pass over make off my shovel 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 mitt again.

"Maybe you are a smarter little gripe than I thought."By all means you little pussy, 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, cunt slut, use the can and do it fast and wipe good."

After I used the prison house style stainless steel coverless chiffonier to take a garbage dump, trying to squeeze as much out as I could, until he started to mistreat toward me growling -"quit stalling you pussy, get over here and suck."

"Yes, Master."

"Good kick, you are catching on now get over here and get to go, but first, ask me again, literal sweet to let you suck my big black cock."

I didn't take any opportunity."Master, may I please suckle you ?"

"Yeah you fiddling kick faggot, you can suck my dick and you fuckin'sound do a beneficial 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 find any goddam tooth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in front of him and undid his pant and drawers 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 course of instruction 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 accommodate try and felt break than I had expected, he grabbed my head word and poked to the backrest of my throat I couldn't help but graze it with my teeth, which earned me a clout on the head, and a admonition :"Pussy gripe boy, if I feel your teeth again, I will ping them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't puke on my big beautiful Joseph Black prick or I will blacken both your eyes"So with some effort I managed to clog up down my gorge, after a few instant, 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 sucking, bitch boi, but you have potential, but you forgot to order me you understood and will obey about the dentition,"which he punctuated with a light slap of my right cheek."I started to pull my self off of his now quite big and firm and if I am honest, decent prick, 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 stopcock 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 smacking me again, which, even if it makes you think I am a sissy fag, I was grateful for, since I really didn't want to go on getting clubbed with those big hands.

"That's not totally terrible, gripe, now give my dick some love, kiss and lick it up and down and form think you love it."

"Ynn, Mfffr."I managed as I backed off of it, kissing and licking it was a lot secure 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 more than once, though, certainly under more enjoyable circumstances.

Without monition, he thrust back down my throat, gagging me again, but I managed to keep it down.

"Ok, squawk, 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 family free now.

Happily he was not a lot full than the handle I was used to, but the thickness was not just a node, it was a long duration which, if anything was expert than what I was used to, but he was not as gentle as I was with myself, so there was a jar, 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 rear dick part was OK. I know that isn't politically objurgate and I don't mean value that women who are being raped should ‘ try to enjoy it'like a lot of dickhead say but I was trying to make the intimately of it.

The only damaging thing was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to culminate, and in this subject, 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 squawk ? Tell me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to answer with,"Yes, overlord, I like it, I love your big melanise peter 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 roofy of hot nerve.

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

By now I knew decent to say"thank you, Master, I'm glad you liked it."

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

And with that he left .