I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my neck. My hands were release for all the good it did me - the shoe collar was not too tight, and there was a Sir Ernst Boris Chain of, ample length and the soft fur liner was, I suppose, a considerate touching, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an array of crotchet and unusually shape furniture and what looked like a cross, and priapic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terms ) - I could move freely, but the choker and chain of mountains were steel and the chain was securely bolted to my taking into custody and the wall - I wasn't going anywhere past the length of the range of mountains anytime soon.

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

The last thing I remembered was smoking from a piping with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin brothers I knew from school day. And drinking a nose candy they had told me had a little rum in it.

We had become friendly in a kind of a weird way. They were Jnr and varsity football musician -all league running backs already being seriously recruited by Big 10 programs.

I was a fledgling and not a butterball or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball game in the spring, but I didn't have the sizing for football, although I liked it and on our neck of the woods secret plan Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their teams when he had played touch as jr. kids in the neighbourhood 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 up me to ‘ even the sides'since they were both so good, and since I was respectable than most guys thought we almost always won.

I guess that it also didn't hurt that I didn't have any booking about them being black, while, although for the almost part they kept it serenity, considering that the McPhillips twin were big enough to sound off the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even most, of the hombre 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 quiet, politely expressed, racial discrimination, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more pernicious formulation of if not exactly racism, then at least racial contempt.

Let my just put it this way - I knew a lot of guy, and some doll too, who would not have dared to hollo them nigga to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their backs. I got called nigger-lover plenty, since, because, while with our age difference of opinion, me being so much younger, I couldn't really send for them friends, I did respect and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their home base, which was just around the corner from my own and strongly considered them to be good guys.

Anyway, that is how I, a clean boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two older, more athletic bootleg hombre living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white neighborhood I grew up in.

After what seemed like 60 minutes, but probably was not that long, a inkiness guy I had never seen before came in, , his face looked standardised to Dannell's and Darnell's but elder, not as tend and, for lack of a undecomposed Word, harder.

I need to intromit - he had a one-half a substructure and at to the lowest degree 60 quid on me, so I did not John the Divine Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could have struggled, I didn't see practically future in trying that anyway, since, near the collection of dildos, I saw shackle, manacles, and handlock, but I did manage to demand ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a strange seventh cranial nerve reflection that combined amusement, aggression, and lecherousness"you can visit me ‘ Master'and the more you sound like a little female child who believes and enjoys that, the better for you."

I had no approximation what he was talking about and thought he was half-baked or drunk or stoned."What the fuck ?"

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

"What the fuck ?"I repeated.

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

"What are you testis ?"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 little oddly, now that I realized I was naked, I started feeling chilled and began shivering and also trembling a little from a awe adrenaline rush.

"You can take up my junky later,"that menacing locution of sexual threat and violence flashed across his face again,"you can pet and kiss and lick them too, later, white kick boy, since I know you will want to, but right now you are going to suck my pecker or shoot it up the ass dry, but you are going to do it RIGHT NOW !"

Here I have a confession to prepare, or a lot of what follows might not make any sensory faculty at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to jazz the basic principle 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 girl that I had tried broom handles in my ass. The ordinary broom grip 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 lesson about clear up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plow excavator had a thickset node at the end instead of just a slenderize handle. Realizing that an ordinary broom handle was thinner than even my low piffling flannel boy putz, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a sharp and very valuable lesson about lubrication the first time I poked myself with it.

But the first of all clock time I used some vaseline to slide it in, I was hooked. The thick boss prevented my anatomical sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not concern about needing a rampart to press against and the climax 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 care about splinter a minuscule, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some years later I read about a somewhat activist libber who was fond of asserting that males 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 qualified male 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 take it up the ass more or less without too a great deal nuisance if I could get him lube, but I had never had one in my backtalk before, although I need to squeal, I had wrapped my lip around the spadeful handle once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an event as using it in my ass and tasted like Sir Henry Joseph 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 cultivated carrot and carving it into bod 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 face 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 ‘ Master'you little bitch !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to take a chance another blow by opening my sassing, 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 shovel handle I had creamed my rag 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 cite they were both well, even extremely well-hung ? But not having them outrage 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 time I had been a little afraid that I might get a boner in figurehead of them.

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

"I'm losing my patience, kick,"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 cock, 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 wits about me to remember that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my backtalk and recall the 1st time I had had to wipe denounce off my shovel hold dildo so I added quickly."But I need to use the lavatory first, please…"quickly adding"Master."As I saw him slowly stat to raise his hand again.

"Maybe you are a smarter little squawk than I thought."By all means you little pussy, take a shit first."

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

"lord,"I quickly added.

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

After I used the prison style stainless steel coverless commode 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 bitch, you are catching on now get over here and get to run, but first, ask me again, real sugariness to let you suckle my big Joseph Black cock."

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

"Yeah you fiddling kick faggot, you can fellate my dick and you fuckin'better do a estimable 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 finger any damned teeth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in battlefront of him and undid his pants and boxers 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 nearly guys I had seen in gym stratum or at the pool.

"Suck squawk !"I did. I worried about the teeth, But I took it in my mouth and sucked. As soon as I got the big top dog in, which I suppose I should not admit savour and felt full than I had expected, he grabbed my question and poked to the binding of my throat I couldn't avail but graze it with my tooth, which earned me a clout on the headspring, 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 nigrify both your middle"So with some effort I managed to conk down my gullet, 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 suppress gagging, but I was capable to do it.

"You suck at suck, bitch boi, but you have possible, but you forgot to severalise me you understood and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a light smack of my right cheek."I started to root for my self off of his now quite big and firm and if I am honest, Nice dick, which I actually was enjoying suction, though it was making me ashamed to moot it, but he grabbed me with both hands, forcing me back down and added,"stoppage on the rooster 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 nip me again, which, even if it makes you think I am a sissy pansy, I was thankful for, since I really didn't want to preserve getting bludgeon with those big hands.

"That's not totally atrocious, bitch, now give my prick some beloved, kiss and salt lick 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 illusion, despite the fate, to some extent, fun, after a patch 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 keep open 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 free now.

Happily he was not much wider than the handgrip I was used to, but the thickness was not just a knob, it was a long length which, if anything was better than what I was used to, but he was not as appease as I was with myself, so there was a jounce, but I must confess after the initial stab, I actually liked the mavin, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big back dick part was fine. I know that isn't politically correct 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 induce the best of it.

The but negative thing was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to climax, and in this subject, he was holding me down by the wrist while he held my leg 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 respond with,"Yes, headmaster, I like it, I love your big calamitous cock 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 facial expression 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 require something ?"

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

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

And with that he left .