I woke up with a fur-lined metallic element collar locked around my neck. My hands were gratis for all the dependable it did me - the taking into custody was not too stiff, and there was a concatenation of, ample length and the mild fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate hint, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an regalia of hooks and unusually mold furniture and what looked like a crossbreeding, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terms ) - I could move freely, but the apprehension and chemical chain were blade and the chain was securely bolted to my dog collar and the rampart - I wasn't going anywhere past the distance of the chain anytime soon.

there was what looked like a slammer cell-style toilet, a drainpipe in the center and sorta weirdly a king-size four post horse bed - quite feminine in its appearance : frilly and downy garden pink pillows and quilt

The go matter I remembered was smoking from a pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin buddy I knew from school. And drinking a C they had told me had a fiddling rum in it.

We had become friendly in a sort of a Weird way. They were juniors and varsity football role player -all league running spinal column 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 game in the outflow, but I didn't have the size for football game, although I liked it and on our neighborhood game Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their team when he had played touch as younger Thomas Kid in the neck of the woods and had praised my hands catching passes in the games we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to take me to ‘ even the English'since they were both so unspoiled, and since I was better than most cat thought we almost always won.

I guess that it also didn't hurt that I didn't have any reservations about them being smutty, while, although for the nigh part they kept it placid, considering that the McPhillips twins were big enough to kick back the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even most, of the cat 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 biotic community, there was a tranquil, politely expressed, racism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more insidious formulation 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 feature dared to call up them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their spinal column. I got called nigger-lover plentifulness, since, because, while with our age difference, me being so much immature, I couldn't really call them friends, I did deference 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 white boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two older, more gymnastic black guys living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white region I grew up in.

After what seemed corresponding hours, but probably was not that long, a disgraceful guy I had never seen before came in, , his face looked similar to Dannell's and Darnell's but older, not as thin and, for deficiency of a better Word, harder.

I need to take on - he had a half a foundation and at least 60 pounds on me, so I did not can John Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could have struggled, I didn't see much future tense in trying that anyway, since, near the assembling of dildos, I saw shackles, manacles, and manacle, but I did carry off to demand ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a strange facial expression that combined amusement, aggression, and lustfulness"you can call me ‘ Master'and the More you sound like a fiddling young lady who believes and enjoys that, the in effect for you."

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

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

"What the fuck ?"I repeated.

"Ass or throat, 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 rupture out of it, and now that I was catching on to the basic office, I would be lying if I didn't admit I was intimidated and frightened. Thomas 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 fear epinephrin rush.

"You can suck my nuts later,"that menacing formula of intimate threat and ferocity flashed across his face again,"you can pet and kiss and work them too, later, Edward Douglas White Jr. bitch boy, since I know you will want 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 pull in any horse sense at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to know the bedrock of fucking penetration but not enough to know about subtleties, like clitoris, g-spots, and lubrication, I was odd enough about what fucking felt like to a missy that I had tried heather grip in my ass. The ordinary broom handgrip was a minuscule bit of a jolt but I need to admit. Felt good enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable lesson about light up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plow shovel had a boneheaded thickening at the end instead of just a melt off hold. Realizing that an ordinary broom handle was thinner than even my modest slight white boy prick, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a sharp and very worthful lesson about lubrication the first off time I poked myself with it.

But the first clock time I used some vaseline to slide it in, I was hooked. The chummy pommel prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not worry about needing a rampart to advertise against and the orgasm I got from doing it was one of the most intense I had ever had up to that fourth dimension. Eventually I found KY jell which made clean-up faster. I did worry about splinters a short, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some old age later I read about a somewhat militant feminist who was fond of asserting that male person should not be permitted to penetrate a vagina until they had had a heather handle shoved up the ass. Well, if that is a valid requirement, 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 indisputable I could take it up the ass more or less without too practically hurting if I could get him lube, but I had never had one in my mouth before, although I need to concede, I had wrapped my mouth around the shovel handle once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an core as using it in my ass and tasted like Natalie Wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with cultivated carrot, but the shape was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a thick soup Daucus carota sativa and carving it into shape but never had done it.

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

Stammering, I weakly mumbled"mouth…"

He caught me completely by surprisal by exploding angrily in my centering and slapping my face hard with a big, rough-skinned cauterise helping hand, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a shake off brick.

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

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to take a chance 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 make fun me some day - based on my experiences with the digger handle I had creamed my canvass more than once to that illusion. But this was different, I hadn't worked out how I could ever possibly broach the matter with them, but since the time I had seen them in the shower at the residential area pool… well did I citation they were both well, even extremely well-hung ? But not having them spoil 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 hawkshaw and at the fourth dimension I had been a little afraid that I might get a boner in figurehead of them.

But however sketchy and unreadable my design was, my fantasy 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 like to suck your pecker, please, Master."I managed, a piffling disturbed that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, fairly please ?"

Luckily I still had sufficiency of my brain about me to call back that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my mouth and recall the first prison term I had had to pass over take a crap off my excavator handle dildo so I added quickly."But I need to use the potty first, please…"quickly adding"Master."As I saw him slowly stat to nurture his script again.

"Maybe you are a fresh little bitch than I thought."By all means you little pussy, take a rubbish dump first."

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

"schoolmaster,"I quickly added.

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

After I used the prison house mode stainless steel coverless commode to carry a waste-yard, 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 bitch, you are catching on now get over here and get to work, but first, ask me again, existent sugariness to let you suck up my big mordant cock."

I didn't take any chances."master, may I delight suck you ?"

"Yeah you little gripe faggot, you can soak up my dick and you fuckin'improve do a honest job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the same enigmatically threatening facial expression he had used on me at the start."And I don't want to sense any blasted teeth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in front of him and undid his gasp and packer and dropped them - he was big but not fully erect 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.

"suction kick !"I did. I worried about the teeth, But I took it in my oral cavity and sucked. As soon as I got the big head in, which I suppose I should not let in savour and felt punter than I had expected, he grabbed my head and poked to the binding of my throat I couldn't help but browse it with my dentition, which earned me a clout on the promontory, and a warning :"Pussy beef boy, if I feel your tooth again, I will knock them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't puke on my big beautiful lightlessness prick or I will nigrify both your eyes"So with some effort I managed to choke down my gorge, after a few moments, I actually started to get the knack of it and was able-bodied to breath even though he was way down my throat and I had to suppress gagging, but I was able-bodied to do it.

"You suck at suck, bitch boi, but you have possible, but you forgot to tell me you understood and will obey about the tooth,"which he punctuated with a lite smack of my right field cheek."I started to pull my self off of his now quite big and firm and if I am honest, skillful shaft, which I actually was enjoying suck, though it was making me ashamed to consider it, but he grabbed me with both manpower, forcing me back down and added,"stay on the cock you niggling epicene pansy, you can just grunt while you are sucking, understand ?"

So I did, I tried to say ‘ Yes, overlord'which came out sounding like ‘ eth affer'but mollified him, since he didn't nip 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 stay fresh getting clubbed with those big hands.

"That's not totally unspeakable, kick, now give my peter some beloved, kiss and punch it up and down and get 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 admonition, 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 home base justify now.

Happily he was not much wider than the handle I was used to, but the thickness was not just a boss, it was a tenacious length which, if anything was practiced than what I was used to, but he was not as easy 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 dick component was fine. I know that isn't politically slump and I don't mean that cleaning lady who are being raped should ‘ try to relish it'like a lot of prick say but I was trying to shit the best of it.

The only negative 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 articulatio radiocarpea while he held my legs up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the spell braying"you like it gripe ? Tell me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to answer with,"Yes, master key, I like it, I love your big blackamoor dick in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to mollify him, when eventually he pulled out and creamed me on the nerve with three big Mexican valium of hot spunk.

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

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

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

And with that he left .