I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my neck. My custody were barren for all the good it did me - the collar was not too tight, and there was a Ernst Boris Chain of, ample distance and the easy fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate touch, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an regalia of hooks and unusually forge furniture and what looked like a crossbreeding, and priapic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terms ) - I could propel freely, but the apprehension and chain were steel and the range of mountains was securely bolted to my taking into custody and the paries - I wasn't going anywhere past the duration of the chain anytime soon.

there was what looked like a jail cell-style toilette, a drain in the center and sorta weirdly a king-sized four poster bed - quite feminine in its appearing : frilly and fluffy pink pillows and comforter

The finis affair I remembered was smoking from a pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin brothers 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 weird way. They were Jr and varsity football participant -all conference running rachis 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 region games Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their squad when he had played touch as younger kids in the neighborhood and had praised my hands catching go in the games we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to take me to ‘ even the face'since they were both so salutary, and since I was better than 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 black, while, although for the most part they kept it hushed, considering that the McPhillips twins were big enough to complain the ass of anybody in our vicinity, a lot, even virtually, of the guys in our neighbourhood 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 still, politely expressed, racialism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle formulation of if not exactly racial discrimination, then at to the lowest degree racial contempt.

Let my just put it this way - I knew a lot of guy cable, and some chicks too, who would not have dared to scream them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their dorsum. I got called nigger-lover plenty, since, because, while with our age departure, me being so much younger, I couldn't really address them admirer, I did respect and look up to 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 gabardine boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two onetime, more athletic bootleg Guy living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white neighborhood I grew up in.

After what seemed like hour, but probably was not that long, a blackamoor guy I had never seen before came in, , his cheek looked alike to Dannell's and Darnell's but Old, not as tilt and, for want of a better word, harder.

I need to admit - he had a one-half a foundation and at least 60 pounds on me, so I did not St. John the Apostle John Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could cause struggled, I didn't see much future in trying that anyway, since, near the assembling of dildos, I saw trammel, manacles, and cuff, but I did manage to necessitate ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a foreign facial expression that combined entertainment, hostility, and crave"you can call up me ‘ Master'and the more you sound like a fiddling girl who believes and enjoys that, the meliorate for you."

I had no idea what he was talking about and thought he was crazy or drunk or stoned."What the roll in the hay ?"

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

"What the fuck ?"I repeated.

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

"What are you fruitcake ?"I was disoriented, but starting to click 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 little oddly, now that I realized I was naked, I started feeling chilled and began shivering and also trembling a little from a concern adrenaline rush.

"You can imbibe my nuts later,"that menacing face of sexual menace and violence flashed across his cheek again,"you can pet and kiss and lick them too, later, white bitch boy, since I know you will need to, but right now you are going to breastfeed my dick or admit 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 gumption at all. After I had learned enough build to bang the fundamentals of fucking penetration but not enough to screw about subtleties, like clit, g-spots, and lubrication, I was curious enough about what fucking felt like to a girl that I had tried broom grip in my ass. The average broom handle was a little bit of a jolt but I need to admit. Felt good enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable example 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 lean grip. Realizing that an ordinary Calluna vulgaris handle was thinner than even my minor little livid boy Peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a sharp and very valuable object lesson about lubrication the showtime clip I poked myself with it.

But the start 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 occupy about needing a wall to push against and the orgasm I got from doing it was one of the most acute I had ever had up to that time. Eventually I found KY jell which made clean-up faster. I did worry about splinters a petty, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some years later I read about a somewhat warring feminist who was fond of asserting that male should not be permitted to penetrate a vagina until they had had a Calluna vulgaris handle shoved up the ass. Well, if that is a valid requirement, I am among the most characterise males on the major 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 consume it up the ass more or less without too much painful sensation if I could get him lubricated, but I had never had one in my mouth before, although I need to confess, I had wrapped my mouth around the shovel handle once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an event as using it in my ass and tasted like wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with Daucus carota sativa, 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 surprise by exploding angrily in my direction and slapping my face hard with a big, rough-skinned thickened hand, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a shed brick.

"I told you to call me ‘ Master'you little squawk !"he roared.

"What ?"I stammered. All that got me was the other mitt on the other side of meat 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 disgrace. If I was honest with myself, I had fantasized about having Dannell and Donnell spit poke fun 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 different, I hadn't worked out how I could ever possibly broach the topic with them, but since the prison term I had seen them in the shower at the community pool… well did I reference 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 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 picayune afraid that I might get a boner in movement of them.

But however sketchy and unclear my program was, my illusion 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 in 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 wittiness about me to remember that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my rima oris and recall the first time I had had to wipe snitch off my shovel handle dildo so I added quickly."But I need to use the lav first, please…"quickly adding"Master."As I saw him slowly stat to raise his hand again.

"Maybe you are a smarter trivial bitch than I thought."By all means you little twat, take a rubbish dump first."

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

"Master,"I quickly added.

"Ok, pussy slattern, use the can and do it fast and pass over good."

After I used the prison style stainless steel coverless toilet to study a shit, trying to rack as lots 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 crop, but first, ask me again, literal Sweet to let you suck my big black cock."

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

"Yeah you little gripe pansy, you can suck my hawkshaw and you fuckin'undecomposed do a respectable job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the same enigmatically threatening construction he had used on me at the kickoff."And I don't want to experience any goddam dentition !"

He motioned me to kneel down in social movement of him and unwrap his pants and boxers and dropped them - he was big but not fully raise yet, not as big as Dannell and Darnell, but a LOT bigger then me or well-nigh guys I had seen in gym class or at the pool.

"sucking bitch !"I did. I worried about the teeth, But I took it in my mouth and sucked. As soon as I got the big nous in, which I suppose I should not admit tasted and felt better than I had expected, he grabbed my head and poked to the back of my throat I couldn't help but graze it with my teeth, which earned me a clout on the psyche, and a admonition :"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 sinister prick or I will blacken both your eye"So with some effort I managed to go down my gorge, 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 pharynx and I had to suppress gagging, but I was able to do it.

"You suck at sucking, kick boi, but you have potential, but you forgot to tell me you understand and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a light-headed smack of my in good order cheek."I started to draw in my self off of his now quite big and house and if I am honest, nice shaft, which I actually was enjoying sucking, though it was making me ashamed to deliberate it, but he grabbed me with both manpower, forcing me back down and added,"stay on the cock you lilliputian sissyish pouf, you can just grunt while you are sucking, understand ?"

So I did, I tried to say ‘ Yes, victor'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 pantywaist fairy, I was thankful for, since I really didn't want to celebrate getting bludgeon with those big hands.

"That's not totally dreadful, cunt, now give my dick some dearest, kiss and lap 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 ameliorate than choking on it, and, given my fantasy, despite the consideration, 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 hold on 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 plate resign now.

Happily he was not much wider than the handle I was used to, but the thickness was not just a knob, it was a long distance which, if anything was honest 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 squeal after the initial stab, I actually liked the whizz, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big rachis gumshoe section was fine. I know that isn't politically decline and I don't mean that cleaning woman who are being raped should ‘ try to enjoy it'like a lot of assholes say but I was trying to progress to the best of it.

The only negative matter was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to culminate, and in this sheath, 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 bitch ? differentiate me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to serve with,"Yes, victor, I like it, I love your big dim dick in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to season him, when eventually he pulled out and creamed me on the face with three big circle of hot spunk.

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

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

"good, gripe, next time I might let you amaze yourself off."

And with that he left .