Monday, October 18, 2010

The first Black Master: Part 2


Before I continue I should probably explain the combination of fear and excitement I felt. I think today we take BDSM for granted. We have terms such as Safe, Sane and Consensual. We have playgroups and meetings where people can go and explore. We have the Internet where you can learn everything about everything. Back in 1978 I didn’t have any of this. Back then you had magazines, bars and classifieds. You exchanged letters and then talked on the phone and then met for sex. I had been buying and reading as many issues of Drummer that I could get my hands on. In addition I looked for anything else BDSM related, whether straight or gay. I was exposed to the gamut of activities from whippings and spankings to fisting, water sports and more. A lot of it scared me but most of it excited me. In addition there was the fear of the crazy, the unknown psycho out there who preyed on guys through classifieds.

I remember reading about the Houston murders with great intensity. I read everything I could find in the newspapers and then read a non-fiction book on the subject. Of course part of it was an interest in the bondage aspects, but part of it was fear that if I explored bondage it could happen to me.

If you are not familiar with the Houston murders here’s a link:


So I had all these secret desires and I had kept them secret. But now not only were they exposed, but I had let a stranger tie my hands and make me helpless. Don’t let anyone tell you that danger is not an aphrodisiac cause I know that the fear mixed with my extreme horniness all combined to heighten the experience.

I had my head in his crotch and I was licking His BLACK DICK through the denim. I know he talked to me but I won’t pretend to remember what he said and I won’t try to replace it with stupid porn type dialogue. I just know that his hand on the back of my head and his voice propelled me to work hard. I wanted him to know how much I wanted to suck His BLACK DICK  To show you how naive I was the thought of Him fucking me had not even occurred to me. I thought I was still working on my agenda. As a slave I had a lot to learn.

He pushed my head away and started undoing the buttons on his jeans. I might as well have been a bitch in heat the way I was panting and kneeling there with my mouth open and my tongue hanging out. He was wearing a white jockstrap, which looked amazing contrasted against his beautiful black skin. He freed a large, beautiful BLACK DICK from the jock. It was thick and large and not even fully erect. He was wearing a black leather cockring. He stroked His BLACK DICK and asked me if I liked it. He made me beg for it. And I did. Eagerly. He let me suck it and I did a miserable job. I could barely get half of it in my mouth. And, sad to say I have a gag reflex, so I kept choking on it. But I wanted it so bad. I kissed it and licked it. In hindsight I realize that I would and could easily worship that BLACK DICK for the rest of my life.

He was getting frustrated with my piss poor cocksucking skills and he pushed me away. He called me names and I felt like a failure. I understood humiliation. He had me stand up and he compared my white cock to his Big BLACK DICK  His was almost twice as long and twice as thick as my useless white boy cock. He reached down to my pants and grabbed my jock. He held my elbows and helped me step into the jock and then he pulled it up and adjusted the straps. My white boy cock was covered. He grabbed a piece of cord off the bed in a quick minute he wrapped the cord around my cock and balls forming them into a nice tight pouch. My white boy dick was pressed down and curved tight against my balls. It was trying to be fully erect, so it hurt really badly. I had just been introduced to some minor CBT.

He led me over to the end of the bed. There was a small wooden footboard, slightly higher than the mattress. He had me lean against it. He forced me to spread my legs apart and then quickly tied each ankle to a bedpost.  He pushed me so I was bent forward over the footboard and my head was lying on the bed. He did something with another rope to my elbows that went to the headboard. Now there was tension and I could not straighten up. In this position my ass was raised slightly and spread with my hole exposed.



I jumped like a skittish colt when I felt his fingers touch my exposed asshole. We were now entering very new territory. I jumped and quivered at his touch. I heard him spit and felt the cold wetness land between my cheeks and his fingers gently rub it in. first one finger entered me then another. He commented about me being tight. He said things about virgin pussy and white boy cunt. I was uncomfortable with the feminine terms at first but it passed as I tried to lift my ass to meet his fingers. He laughed at how greedy I was and called me a whore and bitch. He made me beg for His BLACK DICK  I felt something else cold and wet and then suddenly he was in me. He shoved his BLACK DICK inside of me in one hard stroke and I screamed. I screamed bloody murder. I had never felt pain like that. He told me to shut up and he smacked my ass real hard and I yelled again. I started crying for him to take it out. It was to big and it hurt. He shoved it in more and then pulled it out part way and shoved it in again. I screamed again and kept begging. Finally he relented and pulled out. I was moaning but at least I thought I had survived. I had my eyes closed and had been biting the sheets with my teeth. He told me to look at him and I turned and did and there was blood on his Dick. Not a lot, but it freaked me out. He laughed and told me he just took my cherry. I started begging for Him to release me, but He ignored me.

He went over to the closet and reached on the floor for something and came back with a jockstrap. Then picked the one up off the floor he had been wearing. I had my head turned so I could watch him and he reached over and pinched my nose. Of course my mouth popped open and he shoved in the pouch of the jock that had just been on his body. He put the waistband around my head, twisted it and put it around again. Now the elastic strap worked as a perfect gag keeping the pouch in my mouth. I started moaning and protesting for him to stop, but it was all muffled grunts and garbled crap. He slapped my ass and told me to shut up. Next he went to the nightstand by the bed and took something out. It was small bottle. I can tell you at this time I was totally unfamiliar with poppers. I saw the ads on the back of Drummer for them but I knew nothing about them. So I didn’t know what he was doing.

I watched him unscrew the bottle and hold the cloth part of the second jock to the mouth of the bottle. He tilted and let whatever it was soak into the cloth. I really started to panic now. I thought it was something like chloroform and he was going to drug me.

I was struggling and he told me to relax and he covered my nose with the pouch. I could already smell the poppers when he opened the bottle, but now I breathed in a heavy dose. I felt the warm flush and the tingling sensation. He was behind me again and I felt more wetness and then He was inside me again. This was different. This was wonderful. It was an incredible sensation. It hurt and yet felt so good at the same time. He was using slow deep strokes and it felt like I was being jerked off from the inside out. Then he would alternate by pulling almost all the way out and then plunging all the way back in again. I was moaning and groaning and lifting my cock to meet him. He talked a lot as he fucked me. About white boys needing big BLACK DICK  about once a white boy has BLACK DICK othing else will ever satisfy them he talked about making me his bitch. It was very aggressive and very racial and I loved it. I couldn’t get enough of his BLACK DICK inside me. At some point he took the jock off my face and soaked it with more poppers and shoved it under my nose. I breathed in deeply getting the buzz and feeling my hole open up for him even more.

Suddenly I knew I was going to cum. I started moaning and bucking and started shooting loads from my bound cock into my jock. I guess my hole tightened as I came because he loved it and started fucking me harder and calling me a pussy and bitch. His strokes became deeper and faster and then he was moaning and he came inside of me.

When he pulled his BLACK DICK out it was one of the worst feelings I ever had. I felt so empty inside.  The feeling didn’t last because he went over to the dresser and then came back and a moment later he was shoving something up my ass. I had never used one before but I guessed it must be a butt plug. It felt good up there. Very natural.

To be continued...

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