I woke up with a fur-lined metal apprehension locked around my neck opening. My hands were free for all the good it did me - the dog collar was not too tight, and there was a chain of, sizeable length and the easy fur liner was, I suppose, a considerate skin senses, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an raiment of hook and unusually form article of furniture and what looked like a cross, and priapic sextoys ( dildos in simpler full term ) - I could move freely, but the collar and chain were sword and the chain was securely bolted to my choker and the wall - I wasn't going anywhere past the duration of the chain anytime soon.

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

The terminal thing I remembered was smoking from a pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips, twin brothers I knew from school. And drinking a snow they had told me had a slight rum in it.

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

I was a freshman and not a fat person or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball in the leaping, 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 team when he had played touch as younger Kyd in the region and had praised my workforce catching passes in the games we usually won - it didn't bother me at all that they had to submit me to ‘ even the sides'since they were both so unspoiled, 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 black, while, although for the about part they kept it unruffled, considering that the McPhillips twins were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even almost, 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 community, there was a quiesce, politely expressed, racial discrimination, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more insidious expressions of if not exactly racism, then at to the lowest degree racial contempt.

Let my just put it this way - I knew a lot of guy cable, and some chicks too, who would not have dared to call them spade to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their dorsum. I got called nigger-lover plenty, since, because, while with our age difference, me being so much younger, I couldn't really shout out them friends, I did obedience and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their place, which was just around the quoin from my own and strongly considered them to be good guys.

Anyway, that is how I, a white boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two honest-to-goodness, more athletic black guys living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white neck of the woods I grew up in.

After what seemed like 60 minutes, but probably was not that long, a black guy I had never seen before came in, , his human face looked exchangeable to Dannell's and Darnell's but older, not as inclination and, for deficiency of a better word, harder.

I need to admit - he had a half a invertebrate foot and at to the lowest degree 60 pounds on me, so I did not John Duke Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could consume struggled, I didn't see a lot future tense in trying that anyway, since, near the compendium of dildos, I saw trammel, manacles, and handlock, but I did manage to demand ‘ who are you ?'

The portly man made a foreign facial formula that combined entertainment, aggression, and lust"you can address me ‘ original'and the to a greater extent you sound like a little lady friend who believes and enjoys that, the bettor for you."

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

It was then, when, without a give-and-take he grabbed me roughly and hurl me down on the trading floor that I realized I was naked too."Ok, white boy, do you desire to try to get me wet by sucking on my hammer 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 fruitcake ?"I was disoriented, but starting to flick out of it, and now that I was catching on to the basic spot, I would be lying if I didn't admit I was intimidated and frightened. More, and a trivial oddly, now that I realized I was naked, I started feeling chilled and began shivering and also trembling a small from a awe Adrenalin rush.

"You can suck my nuts later,"that menacing look of sexual menace and furiousness flashed across his face again,"you can pet and buss and lick them too, later, White cunt boy, since I know you will desire to, but right now you are going to suck my dick or convey it up the ass dry, but you are going to do it RIGHT NOW !"

Here I have a confession to pee-pee, or a lot of what follows might not produce any signified at all. After I had learned enough anatomy to have it away the rudiments of fucking incursion but not enough to know about nuance, like button, g-spots, and lubrication, I was peculiar enough about what fucking felt like to a girl that I had tried broom handgrip in my ass. The ordinary bicycle broom hold was a footling bit of a jolt but I need to let in. Felt dear enough that I did it more than once, and learned a valuable deterrent example about clean up. Not too long after, I noticed my grampa's big plow spadeful had a thick knob at the end instead of just a thin handle. Realizing that an ordinary bicycle ling handle was thinner than even my meek piddling Edward D. White boy peter, so once I saw it I wanted to and did try it - learning a abrupt and very valuable lesson about lubrication the first clock time I poked myself with it.

But the outset time I used some vaseline to slide it in, I was hooked. The thickset knob prevented my sphincter from expelling it, so I could lie back and not worry about needing a wall to fight against and the orgasm I got from doing it was one of the most vivid I had ever had up to that clock time. Eventually I found KY jell which made clean-up faster. I did worry about splinters a picayune, but gratefully I never experienced any.

Some year later I read about a somewhat militant feminist who was fond of asserting that Male should not be permitted to fathom a vagina until they had had a broom handle shoved up the ass. Well, if that is a valid demand, I am among the most dependent Male on the major planet. And quite happily so, I suppose I need to confess.

Based on my masturbatory experiences with the shovelful handle I was trusted I could take it up the ass more or less without too much hurting if I could get him greased, but I had never had one in my mouth before, although I need to fink, I had wrapped my backtalk around the shovel handgrip once experimentally, but since that didn't have nearly as pleasurable an outcome as using it in my ass and tasted like Sir Henry Wood I never repeated the experience. I had tried with Daucus carota sativa, but the shape was so unrealistic it was no fun. I had thought about getting a thick soup carrot and carving it into conformation but never had done it.

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

Stammering, I weakly mumbled"mouth…"

He caught me completely by surprise by exploding angrily in my direction and slapping my human face hard with a big, rough-skinned thickened hand, almost knocking me down and jarring me as if I had been hit with a switch brick.

"I told you to call me ‘ Master'you petty 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 face was reddening with a mix of ira and pity. 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 digger grip I had creamed my shroud more than once to that fantasy. But this was different, I hadn't worked out how I could ever possibly broach the matter with them, but since the time I had seen them in the exhibitor at the community pool… well did I mention they were both well, even extremely well-hung ? But not having them assault me. I had never worked out how I was ever going to get around to or get up the nerve to wreak it up with them, though I was convinced they had seen me eyeing both their prick and at the time I had been a picayune afraid that I might get a foul-up in front of them.

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

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

"I would like to give suck your dick, please, Master."I managed, a little worried that I had not begged enough, so I added,"pretty, pretty please ?"

Luckily I still had enough of my wits about me to think that he had already said he was intending to use both my ass and my lip and echo the low gear fourth dimension 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 prove his script again.

"Maybe you are a smart minuscule kick than I thought."By all means you little pussy, get a wasteyard first."

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

"professional,"I quickly added.

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

After I used the prison house fashion stainless blade coverless commode to look at a dump, trying to squeeze as a great deal out as I could, until he started to step toward me growling -"quit stalling you pussy, get over here and suck."

"Yes, Master."

"trade good gripe, you are catching on now get over here and get to lick, but first, ask me again, rattling sweetness to let you take up my big black cock."

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

"Yeah you petty squawk faggot, you can suck my shaft and you fuckin'honorable do a good job."“ And that means swallowing my load."He added with the same enigmatically threatening saying he had used on me at the showtime."And I don't want to feel any goddam dentition !"

He motioned me to kneel down in front of him and loosen his pants and pugilist and dropped them - he was big but not fully vertical yet, not as big as Dannell and Darnell, but a LOT bigger then me or to the highest degree blackguard I had seen in gym class or at the pool.

"sucking bitch !"I did. I worried about the teeth, But I took it in my sassing and sucked. As soon as I got the big head in, which I suppose I should not take on tasted and felt serious than I had expected, he grabbed my foreland and poked to the back of my throat I couldn't help but graze it with my dentition, which earned me a clout on the headspring, and a warning :"Pussy bitch boy, if I feel your dentition again, I will criticise them out"and started to gag, to which he added,"and don't rotter on my big beautiful black dent or I will nigrify both your middle"So with some effort I managed to die down my esophagus, after a few second, 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 suppress 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 dentition,"which he punctuated with a illuminate 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 dick, which I actually was enjoying suction, though it was making me ashamed to see it, but he grabbed me with both men, forcing me back down and added,"check on the peter you little sissy faggot, you can just grunt while you are sucking, realise ?"

So I did, I tried to say ‘ Yes, headmaster'which came out sounding like ‘ eth affer'but mollified him, since he didn't scag 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 abominable, cunt, now give my dick some love, kiss and punch 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 fancy, despite the fortune, 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 monition, he thrust back down my throat, gagging me again, but I managed to hold back 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 much home 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 length which, if anything was better than what I was used to, but he was not as gentle as I was with myself, so there was a jolt, but I must confess after the initial stab, I actually liked the wizard, I didn't like being forced and bullied, but getting the big binding dick part was o.k.. I know that isn't politically correct and I don't mean that women who are being raped should ‘ try to savor it'like a lot of assholes say but I was trying to make the best of it.

The only minus thing was that, when I knobbed myself I was always stroking myself to climax, and in this character, he was holding me down by the wrist joint while he held my leg up and pounding me as furiously as he could, all the while braying"you like it bitch ? severalize me you love it !"To which I was afraid not to suffice with,"Yes, Master, I like it, I love your big black dick in my ass, I love the way you are railing me."

That seemed to pacify him, when eventually he pulled out and creamed me on the face with three big rope of hot kindling.

"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 enough to say"thank you, Master, I'm gladiola you liked it."

"Good, cunt, next clip I might let you beat yourself off."

And with that he left .