I woke up with a fur-lined metal catch locked around my neck opening. My hands were free for all the safe it did me - the catch was not too loaded, and there was a chemical chain of, copious length and the soft fur liner was, I suppose, a considerate tactual sensation, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an regalia of hooks and unusually shaped article of furniture and what looked like a cross, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terms ) - I could be active freely, but the taking into custody and chain were brand and the chain was securely bolted to my shoe 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 toilet, a drain in the kernel and sorta weirdly a king-sized four post-horse bed - quite feminine in its appearance : frilly and fluffy pink pillows and comforter

The close thing I remembered was smoking from a pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin brothers I knew from shoal. And drinking a blow they had told me had a little rum in it.

We had become friendly in a variety of a Weird way. They were Jr and varsity football musician -all conference running book binding already being seriously recruited by Big 10 programs.

I was a freshman and not a fatso or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball in the spring, but I didn't have the size for football game, although I liked it and on our neighborhood games Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their teams when he had played touch as jr. kids in the vicinity and had praised my workforce catching passes in the plot we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to take me to ‘ even the sides'since they were both so well, and since I was better than about guys thought we almost always won.

I guess that it also didn't hurt that I didn't have any reservation about them being dark, while, although for the virtually part they kept it placidity, considering that the McPhillips Gemini the Twins were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even most, 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 whiteness residential district, there was a calm, politely expressed, racial discrimination, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle verbal expression 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 skirt too, who would not have dared to address them niggers 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 untried, I couldn't really call them friends, I did esteem 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 Caucasian boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two honest-to-god, more acrobatic black 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 black guy I had never seen before came in, , his face looked standardised to Dannell's and Darnell's but aged, not as angle and, for lack of a better Good Book, harder.

I need to admit - he had a half a foot and at least 60 pounds on me, so I did not lav Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could hold struggled, I didn't see lots hereafter in trying that anyway, since, near the collection of dildos, I saw shackles, handlock, and handcuffs, but I did manage to demand ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a unknown seventh cranial nerve expression that combined entertainment, aggression, and crave"you can hollo me ‘ victor'and the more you sound like a piddling 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 sot or stoned."What the fuck ?"

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

"What the fuck ?"I repeated.

"Ass or pharynx, kick ?"He growled,"which one do you need, 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 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 lilliputian from a awe epinephrin rush.

"You can give suck my nuts later,"that menacing reflexion of sexual menace and violence flashed across his face again,"you can pet and buss and lick them too, later, white bitch boy, since I know you will want to, but right now you are going to suck my hawkshaw 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 work any common sense at all. After I had learned enough material body to know the rudiments of fucking penetration but not enough to know about subtlety, like clitoris, g-spots, and lubrication, I was rum enough about what fucking felt like to a girl that I had tried Scots heather handgrip in my ass. The ordinary heather handle was a footling 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 strip up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plough power shovel had a deep thickening at the end instead of just a thin grip. Realizing that an ordinary broom handgrip was thinner than even my modest little ovalbumin boy peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a abrupt and very valuable object lesson about lubrication the first of all sentence I poked myself with it.

But the first fourth dimension I used some vaseline to skid it in, I was hooked. The thick knob prevented my anatomical sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not worry about needing a wall to push against and the climax I got from doing it was one of the most intense I had ever had up to that sentence. Eventually I found KY jell which made clean-up faster. I did concern about splinters a lilliputian, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some age later I read about a somewhat hawkish 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 essential, I am among the most specify males 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 acquire 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 oral fissure before, although I need to confess, I had wrapped my oral cavity around the power shovel hold once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an effect as using it in my ass and tasted like forest I never repeated the experience. I had tried with carrots, but the shape was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a thickly soup cultivated carrot and carving it into shape 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 surprise by exploding angrily in my centering and slapping my face hard with a big, rough-skinned cauterize hand, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a thrown brick.

"I told you to ring me ‘ lord'you little bitch !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to risk another blast by opening my lip, but my case was reddening with a mix of anger and disgrace. If I was honest with myself, I had fantasized about having Dannell and Donnell spit ridicule me some day - based on my experiences with the digger 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 theme with them, but since the clip I had seen them in the shower at the community pool… well did I credit they were both well, even extremely well-hung ? But not having them rape me. I had never worked out how I was ever going to get around to or get up the spunk 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 pratfall in presence of them.

But however sketchy and unreadable my program was, my fantasy 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 care to suck in your dick, please, Master."I managed, a petty upset that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, pretty please ?"

Luckily I still had enough of my witticism about me to commend that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my sassing and retrieve the first fourth dimension I had had to wipe shit off my shovel handle dildo so I added quickly."But I need to use the commode first, please…"quickly adding"Master."As I saw him slowly stat to raise his manus again.

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

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

"Master,"I quickly added.

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

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

"Yes, Master."

"commodity bitch, you are catching on now get over here and get to work, but first, ask me again, real sweet to let you suck my big black cock."

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

"Yeah you footling beef faggot, you can take in my dick and you fuckin'better do a good job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the like enigmatically threatening reflexion he had used on me at the jump."And I don't want to sense any goddam 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 set up yet, not as big as Dannell and Darnell, but a LOT bigger then me or nigh guy rope I had seen in gym class or at the pool.

"Suck beef !"I did. I worried about the teeth, But I took it in my rima oris and sucked. As soon as I got the big header in, which I suppose I should not admit tasted and felt better than I had expected, he grabbed my headspring and poked to the rear of my pharynx I couldn't help but graze it with my teeth, which earned me a clout on the foreland, 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 scum bag on my big beautiful black prick or I will melanise both your heart"So with some effort I managed to choke down my esophagus, after a few moments, I actually started to get the hang of it and was capable 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, gripe boi, but you have potential, but you forgot to tell me you understood and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a light smacking of my justly cheek."I started to pull in my self off of his now quite big and firm and if I am honest, nice dick, which I actually was enjoying sucking, though it was making me ashamed to reckon it, but he grabbed me with both hands, forcing me back down and added,"check on the cock you little pantywaist pouf, 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 slap 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 celebrate getting bludgeon with those big hands.

"That's not totally wicked, bitch, now give my dick some honey, buss and 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 right than choking on it, and, given my fancy, despite the circumstances, to some extent, fun, after a piece I was enjoying doing what I had, after all, fantasized about more than once, though, certainly under more gratifying circumstances.

Without word of advice, 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 family free 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 well than what I was used to, but he was not as blue-blooded as I was with myself, so there was a shock, but I must profess after the initial stab, I actually liked the sensation, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big back hawkshaw voice was fine. I know that isn't politically correct and I don't mean that cleaning lady who are being raped should ‘ try to enjoy it'like a lot of assholes say but I was trying to fix the best of it.

The only electronegative affair was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to climax, and in this eccentric, he was holding me down by the wrists while he held my legs up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the patch braying"you like it beef ? enjoin me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to resolve with,"Yes, skipper, I like it, I love your big black shaft 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 look with three big ropes of hot spunk.

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

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

"commodity, bitch, next clip I might let you bewilder yourself off."

And with that he left .