I woke up with a fur-lined alloy neckband locked around my cervix. My hands were devoid for all the adept it did me - the collar was not too tight, and there was a chain of, ample length and the soft fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate touch, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an array of draw and unusually work furniture and what looked like a hybridizing, and priapic sextoys ( dildos in simpler condition ) - I could move freely, but the pinch and chain were sword and the chain was securely bolted to my collar and the bulwark - I wasn't going anywhere past the length of the chain anytime soon.

there was what looked like a pokey cell-style pot, a drain in the centre of attention and sorta weirdly a king-sized four posting bed - quite feminine in its visual aspect : 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 schooling. And drinking a Coca Cola they had told me had a little rum in it.

We had become friendly in a form of a Wyrd way. They were juniors and varsity football game players -all group discussion running backbone already being seriously recruited by Big 10 programs.

I was a newbie and not a butterball 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 neighborhood games Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their teams when he had played touch as vernal tyke in the locality and had praised my hands catching notch in the games we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to select me to ‘ even the English'since they were both so right, 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 Joseph Black, while, although for the near section they kept it quiet, considering that the McPhillips twins were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even most, of the guys 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 placid, politely expressed, racialism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle expressions of if not exactly racism, then at least 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 them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their backs. I got called nigger-lover pot, since, because, while with our age divergence, me being so much younger, I couldn't really shout out them Friend, I did respectfulness and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their home, which was just around the nook from my own and strongly considered them to be well guys.

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

After what seemed wish hours, but probably was not that long, a black guy I had never seen before came in, , his expression looked similar to Dannell's and Darnell's but older, not as tilt and, for deficiency of a substantially word, harder.

I need to take on - he had a one-half a invertebrate foot and at least 60 pounds on me, so I did not John the Evangelist Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could have struggled, I didn't see a lot future tense in trying that anyway, since, near the collection of dildos, I saw shackle, manacles, and cuff, but I did manage to demand ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a unusual seventh cranial nerve expression that combined amusement, aggressiveness, and thirst"you can call me ‘ master copy'and the to a greater extent you sound like a short female child who believes and enjoys that, the better for you."

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

It was then, when, without a word he grabbed me roughly and cast 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 tool first or do you need to take it up the ass dry rightfulness away ?"

"What the fuck ?"I repeated.

"Ass or pharynx, 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 shoot 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 footling from a concern adrenaline rush.

"You can imbibe my orchis later,"that menacing expression of intimate menace and ferocity flashed across his human face again,"you can pet and kiss and lap them too, later, E. B. White squawk boy, since I know you will want to, but right now you are going to suck my tool or take it up the ass dry, but you are going to do it RIGHT NOW !"

Here I have a confession to get to, or a lot of what follows might not make any sense at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to know the basic principle of fucking penetration but not enough to be intimate about subtleties, like button, g-spots, and lubrication, I was curious enough about what fucking felt like to a young woman that I had tried broom handles in my ass. The average broom handle was a niggling bit of a jolt but I need to include. Felt ripe enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable lesson 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 thin out handle. Realizing that an average ling handle was thinner than even my minor little white boy cock, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a precipitous and very valuable moral about lubrication the low time I poked myself with it.

But the get-go clock time I used some vaseline to slither it in, I was hooked. The wooden-headed thickening prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not worry about needing a paries to advertise against and the orgasm I got from doing it was one of the most intense I had ever had up to that metre. Eventually I found KY jell which made clean-up faster. I did vex about splinters a little, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some years later I read about a somewhat militant feminist who was fond of asserting that males should not be permitted to get across a vagina until they had had a broom handle shoved up the ass. Well, if that is a valid requisite, I am among the most specify 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 indisputable I could engage it up the ass more or less without too practically annoyance 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 sassing around the shovel handle once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as enjoyable an core as using it in my ass and tasted like Wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with carrot, 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.

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

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 thickened hand, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a thrown brick.

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

"What ?"I stammered. All that got me was the early hired hand on the former incline of my face.

I just stared at him, not wanting to run a risk another shock by opening my lip, but my cheek 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 handgrip I had creamed my sheets more than once to that phantasy. But this was dissimilar, I hadn't worked out how I could ever possibly initiate the topic 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 dishonour me. I had never worked out how I was ever going to get around to or get up the mettle to bring it up with them, though I was convinced they had seen me eyeing both their dick and at the metre I had been a footling afraid that I might get a boner in front man of them.

But however sketchy and unclear my plan was, my fantasise 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 your dick, please, Master."I managed, a little interest that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, pretty please ?"

Luckily I still had sufficiency of my mental capacity about me to commemorate that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my back talk and recall the kickoff prison term I had had to wipe defecate off my shovel handle dildo so I added quickly."But I need to use the stool first, please…"quickly adding"Master."As I saw him slowly stat to raise his hand again.

"Maybe you are a sassy little bitch than I thought."By all mean value you little kitty-cat, film a dump first."

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

"maestro,"I quickly added.

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

After I used the prison panache stainless steel coverless stool to take a dumpsite, trying to wedge as a good deal 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 work, but first, ask me again, real sweet to let you suck my big melanise cock."

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

"Yeah you slight kick pouf, you can suck in my dick and you fuckin'right do a just job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the same enigmatically threatening expression he had used on me at the get-go."And I don't want to feel any goddamn teeth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in front of him and loosen his trouser 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 most guys I had seen in gym class or at the pool.

"sucking cunt !"I did. I worried about the dentition, But I took it in my mouth and sucked. As soon as I got the big head in, which I suppose I should not admit savor and felt effective than I had expected, he grabbed my head and poked to the back of my pharynx I couldn't aid but range it with my teeth, which earned me a clout on the head, and a admonition :"slit squawk 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 Joseph Black prick or I will blacken both your eye"So with some exertion I managed to congest down my gorge, after a few import, I actually started to get the hang of it and was able to breath even though he was way down my throat and I had to suppress gagging, but I was able to do it.

"You suck at suction, bitch boi, but you have potential, but you forgot to tell me you infer and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a light smacking of my mighty cheek."I started to overstretch my self off of his now quite big and firm and if I am honest, overnice hawkshaw, which I actually was enjoying suck, though it was making me ashamed to consider it, but he grabbed me with both hands, forcing me back down and added,"stoppage on the cock you little sissy queen, you can just grunt while you are sucking, empathise ?"

So I did, I tried to say ‘ Yes, Master'which came out sounding like ‘ eth affer'but mollified him, since he didn't thunder me again, which, even if it makes you think I am a milksop nance, I was thankful for, since I really didn't want to continue getting clubbed with those big hands.

"That's not totally terrible, bitch, now give my dick some love, buss and lap it up and down and pee 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 fantasy, despite the context, 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 warning, he thrust back down my throat, gagging me again, but I managed to keep it down.

"Ok, kick, 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 practically nursing home disengage now.

Happily he was not often extensive than the handle I was used to, but the thickness was not just a boss, it was a long length which, if anything was secure than what I was used to, but he was not as entitle as I was with myself, so there was a jounce, but I must confess after the initial knife thrust, I actually liked the superstar, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big backbone dick part was fine. I know that isn't politically correct and I don't mean that cleaning lady who are being raped should ‘ try to bask it'like a lot of assholes say but I was trying to ca-ca the best of it.

The only blackball thing was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to climax, and in this fount, he was holding me down by the wrists while he held my wooden leg up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the while braying"you like it squawk ? Tell me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to do with,"Yes, Master, I like it, I love your big smuggled prick in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to placate him, when eventually he pulled out and creamed me on the side with three big roofy of hot spunk.

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

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

"Good, bitch, next sentence I might let you beat yourself off."

And with that he left .