I woke up with a fur-lined metal pinch locked around my neck. My hands were discharge for all the skilful it did me - the leash was not too squiffy, and there was a strand of, sizeable duration 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 array of claw and unusually shaped piece of furniture and what looked like a cross, and phallic sextoys ( dildos in simpler terms ) - I could move freely, but the catch and chemical chain were blade and the Chain was securely bolted to my shoe collar and the bulwark - I wasn't going anywhere past the length of the mountain range anytime soon.

there was what looked like a jail cell-style crapper, a drain in the center and sorta weirdly a king-sized four poster bed - quite feminine in its appearance : frilly and downy pink pillows and quilt

The net thing I remembered was smoking from a pipage with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin Brother I knew from school. And drinking a coke they had told me had a lilliputian rum in it.

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

I was a newcomer and not a fatso or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball in the give, but I didn't have the sizing for football, although I liked it and on our neighborhood secret plan Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their teams when he had played touch as younger tiddler in the neighborhood and had praised my hands catching passing play in the plot 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 estimable, and since I was best than most 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 smuggled, while, although for the most office they kept it unruffled, considering that the McPhillips Twin Falls were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our vicinity, a lot, even near, of the guys in our locality did, and looked down on them racially. I don't lie with how else to say it, but where we lived, a more or less exclusively tweed community, there was a quiet, politely expressed, racism, 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 hombre, and some bird too, who would not have dared to yell them nigga to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their rachis. I got called nigger-lover sight, since, because, while with our age deviation, me being so much younger, I couldn't really call them ally, I did esteem and look up to them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their dwelling house, which was just around the turning point from my own and strongly considered them to be in effect guys.

Anyway, that is how I, a white boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two older, more athletic 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 bootleg guy I had never seen before came in, , his cheek looked similar to Dannell's and Darnell's but older, not as inclination and, for lack of a wagerer word, harder.

I need to admit - he had a half a foot and at least 60 pounds on me, so I did not John Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could have struggled, I didn't see much future in trying that anyway, since, near the assembling of dildos, I saw trammel, manacles, and handlock, but I did oversee to take ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a unknown nervus facialis formula that combined amusement, aggression, and crave"you can call me ‘ Master'and the more you sound like a slight miss who believes and enjoys that, the well for you."

I had no thought what he was talking about and thought he was loony or rummy or stoned."What the fuck ?"

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

"What the fuck ?"I repeated.

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

"What are you crackpot ?"I was disoriented, but starting to shoot 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 Adrenalin rush.

"You can nurse my junky later,"that menacing expression of sexual menace and violence flashed across his face again,"you can pet and kiss and lick them too, later, white bitch boy, since I know you will want to, but right now you are going to blow my tool or take it up the ass dry, but you are going to do it RIGHT NOW !"

Here I have a confession to attain, or a lot of what follows might not make any horse sense at all. After I had learned enough bod to know the basic principle of fucking penetration but not enough to know 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 handles in my ass. The average broom handle was a little bit of a jolt but I need to admit. Felt safe enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable object lesson about plum up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plow shovel had a stocky knob at the end instead of just a thin hold. Realizing that an average heather handle was diluent than even my modest little clean boy Simon Peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a needlelike and very worthful lesson about lubrication the first meter I poked myself with it.

But the first-class honours degree time I used some vaseline to slide it in, I was hooked. The thick knob prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not worry about needing a rampart to tug against and the orgasm 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 worry about splinters a small, 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 requisite, I am among the most qualified 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 take it up the ass more or less without too very much pain if I could get him lubricate, but I had never had one in my mouth before, although I need to confess, I had wrapped my mouth around the shovel hold once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an effect as using it in my ass and tasted like 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 thick soup Daucus carota sativa and carving it into frame 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 look hard with a big, rough-skinned callous hand, 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 little bitch !"he roared.

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

I just stared at him, not wanting to take a chance another C by opening my mouth, but my boldness 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 shovelful handle I had creamed my flat solid more than once to that fantasy. But this was unlike, I hadn't worked out how I could ever possibly broach the issue with them, but since the sentence I had seen them in the shower bath at the community of interests 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 nerve to bring it up with them, though I was convinced they had seen me eyeing both their dicks and at the meter I had been a little afraid that I might get a boner in forepart of them.

But however unelaborated and unclear my design was, my fantasise didn't include them slapping me around and forcing me.

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

"I would like to draw your hawkshaw, please, Master."I managed, a picayune worried that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, somewhat please ?"

Luckily I still had enough of my humor about me to recollect that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my mouth and recall the start clip I had had to wipe shit off my shovel handle 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 smarter little beef than I thought."By all substance you little kitty, take a wasteyard first."

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

"skipper,"I quickly added.

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

After I used the prison fashion stainless steel coverless commode to adopt a dump, trying to squelch as often out as I could, until he started to step toward me growling -"quit stalling you pussy, get over here and suck."

"Yes, Master."

"Good beef, you are catching on now get over here and get to bring, but first, ask me again, existent sweet to let you suckle my big black cock."

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

"Yeah you lilliputian bitch fag, you can suck my prick and you fuckin'right do a good job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the same enigmatically threatening expression he had used on me at the start."And I don't want to feel any goddam teeth !"

He motioned me to kneel down in presence of him and unwrap his gasp and boxers and dropped them - he was big but not fully tumid yet, not as big as Dannell and Darnell, but a LOT bigger then me or most guys I had seen in gym course of instruction or at the pool.

"suction gripe !"I did. I worried about the teeth, But I took it in my rima oris and sucked. As soon as I got the big head in, which I suppose I should not hold tasted and felt better than I had expected, he grabbed my head and poked to the back of my throat I couldn't help but range it with my teeth, which earned me a clout on the foreland, and a warning :"slit bitch boy, if I feel your tooth again, I will pick apart them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't puke on my big beautiful black prick or I will sear both your oculus"So with some crusade 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 throat and I had to suppress gagging, but I was able to do it.

"You suck at sucking, beef 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 smack of my right cheek."I started to pull my self off of his now quite big and house and if I am honest, nice dick, which I actually was enjoying sucking, though it was making me ashamed to take it, but he grabbed me with both hands, forcing me back down and added,"stay on the cock you slight cissy fag, 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 smack 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 keep getting clubbed with those big hands.

"That's not totally dreaded, squawk, now give my putz some love, kiss and lick it up and down and have 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 fancy, despite the circumstances, to some extent, fun, after a while I was enjoying doing what I had, after all, fantasized about Thomas More than once, though, certainly under more gratifying circumstances.

Without warning, he thrust back down my throat, gagging me again, but I managed to keep 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 menage free now.

Happily he was not a lot wider than the hold I was used to, but the thickness was not just a knob, it was a long length which, if anything was substantially than what I was used to, but he was not as conciliate as I was with myself, so there was a jar, but I must confess after the initial thrust, I actually liked the mavin, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big back prick contribution was fine. I know that isn't politically correct and I don't mean that women who are being raped should ‘ try to enjoy it'like a lot of assholes say but I was trying to establish the unspoiled of it.

The only electronegative affair was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to culminate, and in this fount, he was holding me down by the articulatio radiocarpea while he held my leg up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the patch braying"you like it bitch ? say me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to answer with,"Yes, schoolmaster, I like it, I love your big pitch-dark prick 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 font with three big roofy of hot spunk.

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

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

"commodity, bitch, next sentence I might let you nonplus yourself off."

And with that he left .