I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my neck. My handwriting were free for all the good it did me - the arrest was not too nasty, and there was a Sir Ernst Boris Chain of, copious distance and the sonant fur liner was, I suppose, a considerate touch, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an array of hooks and unusually shaped furniture and what looked like a Cross, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terms ) - I could move freely, but the collar and chain were steel and the string was securely bolted to my collar and the wall - I wasn't going anywhere past the length of the Ernst Boris Chain anytime soon.

there was what looked like a jail cell-style toilet, a drain in the plaza and sorta weirdly a king-sized four bill sticker bed - quite feminine in its appearance : frilly and downlike pinko pillows and quilt

The endure thing I remembered was smoking from a pipework with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin buddy I knew from school. And drinking a nose candy 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 varsity football players -all conference running backrest already being seriously recruited by Big 10 programs.

I was a fresher and not a fatty or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball game in the spring, but I didn't have the size of it for football, although I liked it and on our neighborhood game Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their team when he had played touch as younger kids in the vicinity and had praised my manpower catching passes in the secret plan we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to deal me to ‘ even the English'since they were both so commodity, 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 reserve about them being blackamoor, while, although for the most part they kept it quieten, considering that the McPhillips Twins were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our locality, a lot, even well-nigh, of the guys in our vicinity 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, racism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle expressions of if not exactly racialism, then at least racial contempt.

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

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

After what seemed care hr, but probably was not that long, a disgraceful guy I had never seen before came in, , his face looked similar to Dannell's and Darnell's but older, not as be given and, for lack of a in force countersign, harder.

I need to hold - he had a one-half a substructure and at least 60 pounds on me, so I did not whoremaster Anthony Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could consume struggled, I didn't see much future in trying that anyway, since, near the collection of dildos, I saw shackles, manacles, and manacle, but I did manage to involve ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a unknown nervus facialis expression that combined entertainment, hostility, and lust"you can call me ‘ master'and the to a greater extent you sound like a little female child who believes and enjoys that, the better for you."

I had no idea what he was talking about and thought he was sick or inebriate or stoned."What the fuck ?"

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

"What the roll in the hay ?"I repeated.

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

"What are you Nut ?"I was disoriented, but starting to lose it 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. to a greater extent, 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 epinephrin rush.

"You can suck my nuts later,"that menacing aspect of sexual threat and violence flashed across his typeface again,"you can pet and buss and bat them too, later, Edward D. White bitch boy, since I know you will desire to, but right now you are going to draw my prick or conduct 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 attain any gumption at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to know the fundamental principle of fucking penetration but not enough to know about subtleties, like clitoris, g-spots, and lubrication, I was curious enough about what fucking felt like to a girl that I had tried broom grip in my ass. The ordinary broom handle was a petty bit of a jolt but I need to include. Felt salutary enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable example about clean up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plow shovel had a buddy-buddy knob at the end instead of just a thinly handle. Realizing that an ordinary Scots heather handgrip was thinner than even my modest little Andrew D. White boy cock, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a sharp and very valuable object lesson about lubrication the number 1 time I poked myself with it.

But the showtime fourth dimension I used some vaseline to slip it in, I was hooked. The compact thickening prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not worry about needing a paries to push against and the orgasm 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 interest about sliver a little, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some years later I read about a somewhat militant feminist who was fond of asserting that Male 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 prerequisite, 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 shovel handle I was sure I could carry 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 mouth before, although I need to confess, I had wrapped my mouth around the digger handle once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an effect as using it in my ass and tasted like Ellen Price Wood 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 duncical 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 Night ?"

Stammering, I weakly mumbled"mouth…"

He caught me completely by surprise by exploding angrily in my counsel and slapping my brass 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 ‘ schoolmaster'you lilliputian bitch !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to risk another blow by opening my mouth, but my nerve was reddening with a mix of anger and shame. If I was honest with myself, I had fantasized about having Dannell and Donnell spit jest at me some day - based on my experiences with the shovel 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 subject with them, but since the time I had seen them in the cascade at the community pool… well did I mention they were both well, even extremely well-hung ? But not having them despoil 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 blooper in social movement of them.

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

"I'm losing my forbearance, kick,"he growled again. What is it gon na be, and beg me for it the way I told you !"

"I would wish to take in your dick, please, Master."I managed, a footling interest 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 recall the first prison term I had had to wipe shit off my shovel handle dildo so I added quickly."But I need to use the bathroom first, please…"quickly adding"Master."As I saw him slowly stat to raise his hand again.

"Maybe you are a overbold little beef than I thought."By all mean you trivial pussy, film a dump first."

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

"superior,"I quickly added.

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

After I used the prison house trend chromium steel sword coverless potty to take up a dump, trying to shove as lots out as I could, until he started to tread 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, actual sweet to let you suck my big black cock."

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

"Yeah you little bitch fagot, you can suck my dick and you fuckin'adept do a salutary job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the same enigmatically threatening verbalism he had used on me at the kickoff."And I don't want to finger any blame teeth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in front of him and undid his pants and underdrawers and dropped them - he was big but not fully upright yet, not as big as Dannell and Darnell, but a LOT crowing then me or most guys I had seen in gym course of instruction 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 head in, which I suppose I should not allow tasted and felt estimable than I had expected, he grabbed my head and poked to the rachis of my throat I couldn't help but graze it with my dentition, which earned me a clout on the head, and a warning :"Pussy kick boy, if I feel your teeth again, I will knock them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't vomitus on my big beautiful black SOB or I will char both your eyes"So with some effort I managed to expire down my oesophagus, 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 suppress gagging, but I was able to do it.

"You suck at sucking, gripe boi, but you have possible, but you forgot to say me you realize and will obey about the teeth,"which he punctuated with a light smack of my right cheek."I started to draw out 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 consider it, but he grabbed me with both hands, forcing me back down and added,"stay on the cock you fiddling milksop faggot, you can just grunt while you are sucking, realize ?"

So I did, I tried to say ‘ Yes, passe-partout'which came out sounding like ‘ eth affer'but mollified him, since he didn't relish 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, cunt, now give my dick some love, kiss 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 better than choking on it, and, given my fantasy, 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 warning, he thrust back down my throat, gagging me again, but I managed to keep it down.

"Ok, cunt, 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 home unfreeze now.

Happily he was not a great deal extensive than the grip I was used to, but the thickness was not just a knob, it was a tenacious length which, if anything was better than what I was used to, but he was not as mollify as I was with myself, so there was a saccade, but I must squeal after the initial stab, I actually liked the sensation, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big back shaft office was fine. I know that isn't politically redress and I don't mean that woman who are being raped should ‘ try to love it'like a lot of asshole say but I was trying to make the best of it.

The solitary 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 articulatio radiocarpea while he held my wooden 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, Master, I like it, I love your big black tool in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to mollify him, when eventually he pulled out and lick me on the cheek with three big forget me drug of hot spunk.

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

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

"Good, bitch, succeeding time I might let you beat yourself off."

And with that he left .