I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my neck. My hands were free for all the just it did me - the collar was not too taut, and there was a mountain chain of, plentiful length and the soft fur liner was, I suppose, a considerate touch, but I was chained in a elbow room with, now that I noticed it, an array of claw and unusually shaped furniture and what looked like a hybridization, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terms ) - I could locomote freely, but the collar and 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 lav, a drain in the center and sorta weirdly a king-sized four poster bed - quite feminine in its appearance : frilly and fluffy pink pillows and puff

The final stage thing I remembered was smoking from a organ pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin Brother I knew from school. And drinking a coke they had told me had a short rum in it.

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

I was a fledgling and not a fatty or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball in the saltation, 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 jr. kids in the vicinity and had praised my hands catching passes in the game we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to take me to ‘ even the side of meat'since they were both so good, and since I was better 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 nigrify, while, although for the most component they kept it serenity, considering that the McPhillips twins were big enough to complain the ass of anybody in our vicinity, a lot, even nearly, of the guys in our neck of the woods 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 River community of interests, there was a serenity, politely expressed, racism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle expressions of if not exactly racism, then at to the lowest degree racial contempt.

Let my just put it this way - I knew a lot of guy wire, and some chicks too, who would not have dared to call up them jigaboo to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their backs. I got called nigger-lover plenty, since, because, while with our age departure, me being so much vernal, I couldn't really call them booster, I did respect and look up to them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their house, which was just around the recession from my own and strongly considered them to be practiced guys.

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

After what seemed the like hours, but probably was not that long, a black guy I had never seen before came in, , his face looked similar to Dannell's and Darnell's but older, not as inclination and, for lack of a punter word, harder.

I need to admit - he had a half a infantry and at to the lowest degree 60 Irish punt on me, so I did not John Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could own struggled, I didn't see much 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 nervus facialis expression that combined amusement, aggression, and lust"you can predict me ‘ original'and the more you sound like a petty 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 shtup ?"

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

"What the piece of ass ?"I repeated.

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

"What are you nuts ?"I was disoriented, but starting to snap out of it, and now that I was catching on to the basic position, 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 fiddling from a revere adrenaline rush.

"You can suck my nuts later,"that menacing reflection of intimate threat and violence flashed across his face again,"you can pet and snog and bat them too, later, whiteness bitch boy, since I know you will desire to, but right now you are going to suck my dick or carry 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 sense at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to know the basics of fucking penetration but not enough to get it on about subtlety, like button, g-spots, and lubrication, I was curious enough about what fucking felt like to a girl that I had tried broom handles in my ass. The ordinary broom hold was a petty bit of a jolt but I need to admit. Felt good enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable object lesson about uncontaminating up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plow shovelful had a heavyset thickening at the end instead of just a thin handgrip. Realizing that an ordinary broom handle was thinner than even my small lilliputian white boy peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a shrewd and very valuable lesson about lubrication the 1st time I poked myself with it.

But the first time I used some vaseline to slither it in, I was hooked. The wooden-headed pommel prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not interest about needing a rampart 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 little, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some years later I read about a somewhat militant women's liberationist who was fond of asserting that males 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 prerequisite, 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 power shovel handle I was sure I could take it up the ass more or less without too much pain 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 mouthpiece around the shovel handgrip once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as gratifying an essence as using it in my ass and tasted like wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with carrots, but the embodiment was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a thick soup carrot and carving it into human body but never had done it.

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

Stammering, I weakly mumbled"mouth…"

He caught me completely by surprise by exploding angrily in my focusing and slapping my face hard with a big, rough-skinned calloused paw, 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 slight beef !"he roared.

"What ?"I stammered. All that got me was the former mitt on the early English of my face.

I just stared at him, not wanting to risk another puff by opening my sassing, but my face was reddening with a mix of angriness 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 sheet more than once to that illusion. But this was different, I hadn't worked out how I could ever possibly broach the issue with them, but since the time I had seen them in the shower at the community pool… well did I mention they were both well, even extremely well-hung ? But not having them dishonor me. I had never worked out how I was ever going to get around to or get up the spunk to contribute 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 botch in presence of them.

But however unelaborated and unclear my plan 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 care to take up your shaft, please, Master."I managed, a little worry that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, reasonably please ?"

Luckily I still had enough of my learning ability about me to retrieve that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my lip and recall the maiden time I had had to wipe shit off my shovel handgrip dildo so I added quickly."But I need to use the lavatory first, please…"quickly adding"Master."As I saw him slowly stat to resurrect his deal again.

"Maybe you are a smarter little bitch than I thought."By all means you little pussycat, take a trash dump first."

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

"Master,"I quickly added.

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

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

"Yes, Master."

"goodness gripe, you are catching on now get over here and get to work, but first, ask me again, existent sweet to let you suck my big bleak cock."

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

"Yeah you little bitch faggot, you can suck in my dick and you fuckin'amend do a honest job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the same enigmatically threatening look he had used on me at the outset."And I don't want to feel any goddam teeth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in straw man of him and undid his pants and bagger 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 stratum 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 principal in, which I suppose I should not admit tasted and felt dear than I had expected, he grabbed my head and poked to the back of my throat I couldn't help but rake it with my tooth, which earned me a clout on the head, and a word of advice :"kitty kick boy, if I feel your teeth again, I will pick apart them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't vomitus on my big beautiful bleak incision or I will melanize both your optic"So with some effort I managed to kick the bucket down my defile, 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 pharynx and I had to curb gagging, but I was able to do it.

"You suck at sucking, bitch boi, but you have potential, but you forgot to tell me you tacit and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a ignitor smacking of my right cheek."I started to draw my self off of his now quite big and firm and if I am honest, overnice dick, which I actually was enjoying sucking, though it was making me ashamed to consider it, but he grabbed me with both helping hand, forcing me back down and added,"stay on the cock you little Milquetoast poove, you can just grunt while you are sucking, realize ?"

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

"That's not totally terrible, bitch, now give my putz some love, kiss and slug 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 in force than choking on it, and, given my phantasy, 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, gripe, 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 free now.

Happily he was not much wide-eyed than the grip 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 gentle as I was with myself, so there was a jolt, but I must confess after the initial twinge, I actually liked the sensation, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big back dick region was alright. I know that isn't politically correct and I don't mean that women who are being raped should ‘ try to relish it'like a lot of assholes say but I was trying to take a crap the undecomposed of it.

The simply electronegative 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 wrists while he held my branch up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the while braying"you like it bitch ? secern me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to answer with,"Yes, Master, I like it, I love your big black 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 grimace 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 desire something ?"

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

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

And with that he left .