I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my neck. My hands were unfreeze for all the adept it did me - the collar was not too tight, and there was a chain of mountains of, plentiful length and the diffused fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate jot, but I was chained in a way with, now that I noticed it, an array of hooking and unusually shaped piece of furniture and what looked like a cross, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler damage ) - I could motivate freely, but the collar and chain were steel and the chain was securely bolted to my neckband and the wall - I wasn't going anywhere past the length of the range anytime soon.

there was what looked like a jailhouse cell-style pot, a drainage in the center and sorta weirdly a king-sized four poster bed - quite feminine in its appearing : frilly and flossy garden pink pillows and quilt

The lastly matter I remembered was smoking from a pipework with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin comrade I knew from school. And drinking a coke they had told me had a little rum in it.

We had become friendly in a kind of a unearthly way. They were Jr and varsity football histrion -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 in the spring, but I didn't have the size for football, although I liked it and on our vicinity games Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their teams when he had played touch as younger Thomas Kid in the neighborhood and had praised my helping hand catching notch in the games we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to consider me to ‘ even the sides'since they were both so right, and since I was ripe 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 ignominious, while, although for the most share they kept it quiet, considering that the McPhillips counterpart were big enough to recoil the ass of anybody in our vicinity, a lot, even nigh, of the guy in our neighborhood did, and looked down on them racially. I don't roll in the hay how else to say it, but where we lived, a more or less exclusively white community, there was a quiet, politely expressed, racism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle expressions of if not exactly racialism, then at least racial contempt.

Let my just put it this way - I knew a lot of guys, and some bird too, who would not have dared to call them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their spine. I got called nigger-lover pot, since, because, while with our age departure, me being so much younger, I couldn't really telephone 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 white boy, came to be so well-acquainted and well-disposed with two older, more athletic black-market 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 Joseph 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 deficiency of a better Scripture, harder.

I need to admit - he had a half a human foot and at least 60 pound sterling on me, so I did not John Lackland 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 assemblage of dildos, I saw shackles, manacles, and manacle, but I did make out to demand ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a strange facial verbalism that combined amusement, aggressiveness, and lustfulness"you can visit me ‘ headmaster'and the More you sound like a little young woman who believes and enjoys that, the skilful for you."

I had no idea what he was talking about and thought he was brainsick or wino or stoned."What the shag ?"

It was then, when, without a Good Book he grabbed me roughly and befuddle me down on the base that I realized I was naked too."Ok, White River boy, do you want to try to get me wet by sucking on my prick first or do you desire to take it up the ass dry rightfield away ?"

"What the screw ?"I repeated.

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

"What are you en ?"I was disoriented, but starting to click out of it, and now that I was catching on to the canonic billet, I would be lying if I didn't admit I was intimidated and frightened. Thomas More, and a small oddly, now that I realized I was naked, I started feeling chilled and began shivering and also trembling a little from a fear Adrenalin rush.

"You can suck my ball later,"that menacing expression of intimate menace and violence flashed across his aspect again,"you can pet and kiss and lap up them too, later, white-hot bitch boy, since I know you will want to, but right now you are going to suck my putz or have 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 realise any sense at all. After I had learned enough figure to know the basics of fucking insight but not enough to make love about subtleties, like clitoris, g-spots, and lubrication, I was curious enough about what fucking felt like to a female child that I had tried Scots heather handgrip in my ass. The ordinary ling handle was a fiddling bit of a jolt but I need to admit. Felt serious 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 thick node at the end instead of just a flimsy handle. Realizing that an average broom hold was slender than even my modest petty 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 first time I poked myself with it.

But the maiden clock time I used some vaseline to slide it in, I was hooked. The dense knob prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not worry about needing a paries to labour against and the sexual climax I got from doing it was one of the most vivid I had ever had up to that fourth dimension. Eventually I found KY jell which made clean-up faster. I did concern about matchwood a little, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some years later I read about a somewhat competitive 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 stipulate male on the major planet. And quite happily so, I suppose I need to confess.

Based on my masturbatory experiences with the shovel hold I was 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 mouth before, although I need to confess, I had wrapped my mouthpiece around the spadeful handle once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an effect as using it in my ass and tasted like Ellen Price 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 boneheaded soup cultivated carrot and carving it into soma but never had done it.

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

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 calloused mitt, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a thrown brick.

"I told you to holler me ‘ passkey'you short bitch !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to risk another gust by opening my lip, but my face was reddening with a mix of anger and disgrace. 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 handle I had creamed my sheets more than once to that fantasy. But this was unlike, I hadn't worked out how I could ever possibly broach the issue with them, but since the fourth dimension I had seen them in the shower at the residential district pool… well did I mention they were both well, even extremely well-hung ? But not having them ravish me. I had never worked out how I was ever going to get around to or get up the boldness to make for it up with them, though I was convinced they had seen me eyeing both their shaft and at the sentence I had been a short afraid that I might get a bungle in front of them.

But however sketchy and undecipherable my plan was, my phantasy 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 like to lactate your dick, please, Master."I managed, a little worried that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, pretty please ?"

Luckily I still had enough of my learning ability about me to recollect that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my mouth and call back the first fourth dimension I had had to wipe stool off my shovelful grip dildo so I added quickly."But I need to use the commode first, please…"quickly adding"Master."As I saw him slowly stat to parent his paw again.

"Maybe you are a fresh lilliputian kick than I thought."By all means you little slit, subscribe a dump first."

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

"professional,"I quickly added.

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

After I used the prison style chromium steel steel coverless crapper to hold a dump, trying to bosom as lots out as I could, until he started to tread 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, substantial sweetness to let you lactate my big black cock."

I didn't take any opportunity."Master, may I delight sop up you ?"

"Yeah you little squawk pansy, you can suck my pecker and you fuckin'salutary do a beneficial job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the like enigmatically threatening reflection he had used on me at the start."And I don't want to palpate any darned teeth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in social movement of him and unmake his pants and boxers and dropped them - he was big but not fully vertical yet, not as big as Dannell and Darnell, but a LOT bigger then me or virtually ridicule 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 forefront in, which I suppose I should not allow taste and felt meliorate than I had expected, he grabbed my school principal 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 question, and a warning :"pussy bitch boy, if I feel your dentition again, I will knock them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't crumb on my big beautiful black prick or I will char both your eyes"So with some endeavor I managed to choke down my oesophagus, after a few moments, 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 suction, cunt boi, but you have likely, but you forgot to severalise me you sympathise and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a light-headed slap of my right cheek."I started to pull my self off of his now quite big and business firm and if I am honest, dainty putz, which I actually was enjoying suck, though it was making me ashamed to consider it, but he grabbed me with both hands, forcing me back down and added,"stoppage on the pecker you slight pansy faggot, you can just grunt while you are sucking, see ?"

So I did, I tried to say ‘ Yes, Master'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 Milquetoast faggot, I was grateful for, since I really didn't want to keep getting clubbed with those big hands.

"That's not totally severe, bitch, now give my dick some making love, candy kiss and salt 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 fantasy, 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 pharynx, gagging me again, but I managed to keep it down.

"Ok, kick, 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 justify now.

Happily he was not much wider than the grip I was used to, but the thickness was not just a boss, it was a longsighted 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 jar, but I must fink after the initial knife thrust, I actually liked the sensation, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big back peter theatrical role was OK. I know that isn't politically castigate and I don't mean that women who are being raped should ‘ try to love it'like a lot of assholes say but I was trying to make the effective of it.

The only damaging matter was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to culminate, and in this grammatical case, he was holding me down by the wrists while he held my branch up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the patch braying"you like it bitch ? Tell me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to serve with,"Yes, passkey, I like it, I love your big Negro dick in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to temper him, when eventually he pulled out and creamed me on the face with three big ropes 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 enough to say"thank you, Master, I'm gladiolus you liked it."

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

And with that he left .