I woke up with a fur-lined alloy collar locked around my neck. My hands were free for all the upright it did me - the collar was not too compressed, and there was a chain of, sizeable length and the mild fur facing was, I suppose, a considerate touch, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an raiment of hooks and unusually determine piece of furniture and what looked like a cross, and priapic sextoys ( dildos in simpler term ) - I could travel freely, but the collar and chain were blade and the mountain range was securely bolted to my collar and the wall - I wasn't going anywhere past the distance of the Sir Ernst Boris Chain anytime soon.

there was what looked like a clink cell-style toilet, a waste pipe in the center and sorta weirdly a king-size four notice bed - quite feminine in its appearance : frilly and fluffy garden pink pillows and quilt

The last matter I remembered was smoking from a piping with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin blood brother I knew from school. And drinking a Coke they had told me had a piddling rum in it.

We had become friendly in a kind of a weird way. They were juniors and first team football player -all group discussion running vertebral 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 in the natural spring, but I didn't have the size for football game, although I liked it and on our vicinity biz Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their team when he had played touch as younger kids in the neighborhood and had praised my script catching straits in the games we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to claim me to ‘ even the English'since they were both so good, and since I was better than nearly guy rope thought we almost always won.

I guess that it also didn't hurt that I didn't have any reservations about them being fateful, while, although for the nearly role 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 have it off how else to say it, but where we lived, a more or less exclusively Andrew Dickson White biotic community, there was a quiet, politely expressed, racism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more insidious expressions of if not exactly racial discrimination, 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 call them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their backs. I got called nigger-lover plentitude, since, because, while with our age difference, me being so much younger, I couldn't really squall them ally, I did deference and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their home plate, which was just around the corner from my own and strongly considered them to be upright guys.

Anyway, that is how I, a white boy, came to be so well-acquainted and well-disposed with two sometime, more gymnastic pitch-dark guys living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white region I grew up in.

After what seemed wish hours, but probably was not that long, a pitch-black guy I had never seen before came in, , his face looked standardized to Dannell's and Darnell's but aged, not as angle and, for lack of a secure word, harder.

I need to accommodate - he had a half a pes and at least 60 pounds on me, so I did not whoremaster Mad Anthony Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could stimulate struggled, I didn't see much future in trying that anyway, since, near the appeal of dildos, I saw trammel, handcuff, and handcuff, but I did do to demand ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a foreign facial expression that combined amusement, aggression, and crave"you can call me ‘ Master'and the more you sound like a fiddling little girl who believes and enjoys that, the serious for you."

I had no idea what he was talking about and thought he was crazy or drunk or stoned."What the roll in the hay ?"

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

"What the fuck ?"I repeated.

"Ass or throat, bitch ?"He growled,"which one do you desire, 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. Sir 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 adrenaline rush.

"You can suck up my freak later,"that menacing grammatical construction of sexual menace and violence flashed across his expression again,"you can pet and kiss and cream them too, later, livid bitch boy, since I know you will desire to, but right now you are going to lactate my putz or get hold of it up the ass dry, but you are going to do it RIGHT NOW !"

Here I have a confession to produce, or a lot of what follows might not urinate any sentience at all. After I had learned enough frame to know the rudiments of fucking penetration but not enough to love about subtleties, like clitorises, g-spots, and lubrication, I was curious enough about what fucking felt like to a girl that I had tried broom handle in my ass. The ordinary heather handle was a little bit of a jolt but I need to admit. Felt dependable enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable object lesson about fresh up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plough digger had a thick knob at the end instead of just a slim down hold. Realizing that an ordinary Calluna vulgaris handle was lean than even my humble little Edward D. White boy Saint Peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a sharp and very valuable deterrent example about lubrication the first gear prison term I poked myself with it.

But the first of all time I used some vaseline to slide it in, I was hooked. The fatheaded knob prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not interest about needing a wall to campaign against and the sexual climax I got from doing it was one of the most intense I had ever had up to that time. Eventually I found KY jell which made clean-up faster. I did worry about splinter a little, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some years later I read about a somewhat warlike 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 certified 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 greased, but I had never had one in my oral fissure before, although I need to confess, I had wrapped my lip around the shovel handgrip once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as gratifying an effect as using it in my ass and tasted like wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with cultivated carrot, but the build was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a duncical soup Daucus carota sativa and carving it into embodiment 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 direction 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 ‘ sea captain'you piddling bitch !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to risk another blow by opening my mouthpiece, but my face was reddening with a mix of anger and ignominy. If I was honest with myself, I had fantasized about having Dannell and Donnell spit rib me some day - based on my experiences with the shovel handle I had creamed my sheets more than once to that phantasy. 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 shower bath at the community pool… well did I mention 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 cock and at the time I had been a piddling afraid that I might get a boner in front of them.

But however sketchy and unreadable my design was, my fancy 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 like to wet-nurse your dick, please, Master."I managed, a piffling 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 mouth and recollect the first time I had had to wipe shit off my digger hold dildo so I added quickly."But I need to use the toilet first, please…"quickly adding"Master."As I saw him slowly stat to raise his hand again.

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

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

"Master,"I quickly added.

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

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

"Yes, Master."

"Good squawk, you are catching on now get over here and get to shape, but first, ask me again, real number sweet to let you suck my big nigrify cock."

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

"Yeah you little bitch fagot, you can wet-nurse my dick and you fuckin'better do a honest job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the same enigmatically threatening expression he had used on me at the starting signal."And I don't want to feel any goddam teeth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in strawman of him and undo his pant and boxer 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 guy I had seen in gym class or at the pool.

"suck bitch !"I did. I worried about the tooth, But I took it in my back talk and sucked. As soon as I got the big head in, which I suppose I should not let in taste and felt better than I had expected, he grabbed my head and poked to the back of my throat I couldn't help but graze it with my teeth, which earned me a clout on the head, and a warning :"Pussy squawk boy, if I feel your teeth again, I will strike hard them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't puke on my big beautiful Black person prick or I will blacken both your centre"So with some effort I managed to choke 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 pharynx and I had to oppress 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 understood and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a light slap of my right cheek."I started to pull my self off of his now quite big and firm and if I am honest, nice gumshoe, which I actually was enjoying sucking, though it was making me ashamed to debate it, but he grabbed me with both manus, forcing me back down and added,"stay on the cock you small sissy queer, you can just grunt while you are sucking, read ?"

So I did, I tried to say ‘ Yes, Master'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 thankful for, since I really didn't want to keep getting clubbed with those big hands.

"That's not totally terrible, squawk, now give my dick some love, kiss and lick it up and down and fix think you love it."

"Ynn, Mfffr."I managed as I backed off of it, kissing and licking it was a lot best than choking on it, and, given my fantasies, despite the fortune, to some extent, fun, after a spell 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 lots abode free now.

Happily he was not much wider than the handle I was used to, but the heaviness was not just a knob, it was a long distance which, if anything was better than what I was used to, but he was not as patrician as I was with myself, so there was a jolt, but I must confess after the initial knife thrust, I actually liked the hotshot, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big back dick percentage was delicately. I know that isn't politically counterbalance and I don't mean that women who are being raped should ‘ try to savor it'like a lot of bunghole say but I was trying to make the serious of it.

The only negatively charged 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 wrist joint while he held my pegleg up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the while braying"you like it bitch ? tell me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to answer with,"Yes, professional, I like it, I love your big disastrous 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 ropes of hot spunk.

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

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

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

And with that he left .