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:

http://crime.about.com/od/serial/p/dean_corll.htm

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...

The story of the first Black Master it served

As I have mentioned before I had a natural curiosity about Black Men. That began to become a sexual interest when I was in my teens. In addition there was the growing interests in BDSM. My interest in bondage started first. My older brother would tie me up when he was supposed to bay-sit me. I was 9 he was 12. He would tie me to a chair, or in a hog tie, or to the pole in the basement. Then he would go out and hang with his friends. About 30 minutes before my parents would get home he’d be back in the house releasing me and threaten to beat me up if I told. I never did. I kind of liked it.

Later on I discovered BDSM and slavery and submission and I was naturally drawn to it. I read about Master/slave relationships in Penthouse Forum when I was in my teens. I’d buy copies of Screw magazine (a newspaper rag) and read the ads for dominatrix’s in the back. But my sexual identity was forming and I began to understand I was gay and drawn to powerful men. When I was 15 the fantasies of being tied up and fucked began.

When I was alone in the house I would tie myself up as best I could. I had a souvenir miniature baseball bat from Shea Stadium and I would grease it up with Vaseline or lotion and insert it in my ass and fuck myself.. I experimented with ways to be in bondage and hump my old bed or the sofa in the basement. I jerked off thinking about bondage.

I found a book (one of those pulp porn paperbacks) about two young men who find a closeted older gay man and make him their slave. It featured hoods and gags, dildo’s fucking, cocksucking etc. It was a goldmine of information. It also let me know others thought the same way I did.

When I was 18 I took the train into NYC and went to the porn shops in Times Square. I bought my first dildo. I don’t remember it being a conscious choice but it was made of black rubber. I also discovered Drummer Magazine.

I would shove the dildo in my ass and put a dog collar I bought at the supermarket around my neck and lay on my bed and jerk off over the classifieds in the back. I would dream of answering these ads for slaves and becoming a slave. My head spun with the possibilities and wild fantasies.

I began making regular trips into the city to buy copies of Drummer.

When I was 18 I also had a car. I started going to the gay bars on Long island. The primary one I knew about was called Pal Joey’s.. In the beginning I was always a bit nervous. I didn’t understand cruising or what I should do. But at 18 I was young enough to attract attention without doing much. My third or fourth visit I got bold and went out to a car with a guy and sucked my first dick. I wasn’t very good at it. But I got better with practice. I liked sucking dick. I thought about cock a lot. When looking at porn I looked at the man’s cock. Some men like arms, some like ass. Some like shoulders some like chests. From an early age I knew I was liked cock. What I would learn is that I was born to be a cock slave. That worshipping a powerful Master’s Cock was the best thing in the world. But that would come later. For now I was enjoying being a cocksucker in parked cars.

I began to lead a double life. I would go out drinking with my straight friends till midnight and then tell them I had to go and then I would head straight to the gay bar to see if I could find a cock to suck before going home. I lived at home with my parents so I never thought about bringing some one home and I never accepted invitations to go home with someone. All my action was in parking lots.

That was my sex life up until the October 1978. Going to gay bars and giving blowjobs; and at home jerking off over BDSM fantasies with a dildo in my ass, a dog collar on my neck, and sometimes some self-bondage with ropes and stuff.

I found other gay bars to go to. A gay disco in Huntington, a gay bar called Thunders out in Suffolk County. And there was one near my house whose name I can’t remember. It was located on Sunrise Highway in Seaford. It was a big brown building and it was a gay dance club. I never went there because I was aware that a lot of the straight guys from school would drive by and yell things at the patrons and I didn’t want to take the chance of being seen.

In October of 1978, Columbus Day Weekend to be exact, my parents went away. They went up to New England on a trip too see foliage. My brother was away at school and I was left home alone. I was attending a local college. I was in my freshman year. It was Sunday night and I had been out with my friends, but I was horny and already planning on leaving them to go to a bar and see if I could find a cock to suck. But I couldn’t break away and it got later and later and it wasn’t till after 1 AM that I left them. I was in Massapequa and I didn’t have a lot of gas in the car and I didn’t have much cash, so I decided to take a chance and go to the dance bar in Seaford. I parked my car on the other side of Sunrise Highway, in the Long island rail road parking lot so it would not be noticed.

When I crossed over to the bar I was dismayed to see that the parking lot was empty. I went in anyway and saw that there was just one patron in the place. He was a black man. Memory is hazy but I would say he was mid thirties and my mind recalls a young Danny Glover when I think of him. He was sitting at the bar drinking. The bartender was cleaning and there was another guy sweeping and collecting bottles and glasses. Other than that the bar was deserted.

When I look back now it feels like destiny. My parents were away so I was accountable to no one. I had just the right amount of gas to get to this bar. I arrived at this particular moment when there were no other customers and except him and he was just getting ready to leave. It’s like I was supposed to be there at that time to be introduced to something that would become a life’s pursuit.

The bartender saw me and told me he was closing up. I was going to leave when the black guy spoke up. He said “hey let the boy have one drink”. “I’m buying”. I remember that he referred to me as boy. I didn’t think anything of it then, but no I just love thinking about it. I ordered a beer and went over to thank him. We exchanged pleasantries and I want to say his name was Bill, but I can’t be sure and before the night was over all I was calling Him was SIR.

We moved away from the bar and he made small talk about my school and job. While he was doing this he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. He had a rock hard mound under the denim 501’s he was wearing. The bartender called out that it was closing so we left. Turns out he was also parked in the same lot. He said that sometimes vandals damaged the cars in the bars parking lot. We crossed the street and he directed me to my car. We got in and again he put my hand on his crotch. I was shaking and trembling with excitement and he thought it was nervousness. He suggested another beer so I drove us to the nearby 7-11. I went in and bought a Budweiser quart for me, and a Ballantine Ale quart for Him. I remember the line was long with lots of folks buying beer and the counter guy asked for ID so I was in the store a fairly long time. When I came out he was sitting with two copies of Drummer magazine in his lap. He was leafing through one of them, reading all the classifieds I had circled with a red pen. And of course, every one of them was a Master seeking a slave!

He didn’t say anything; he just put the magazines down on the floor where they had been. They originally had been under the passenger seat and I am not sure how he found them, fate I guess. And he told me to drive back to his parked car.

I opened his beer and gave it to him and sipped mine. I was feeling very shy. This was a secret exposed. He asked about the magazines and I fumbled through a response. He seemed quiet and I thought he was disgusted or something. Finally I broke down and asked if I could suck His Cock. He grunted and told me no not here in the parking lot. He was too old for that. He said I should come back to his place. I was really nervous and tried to explain why I couldn’t but he kept shooting down my excuses. I mentioned the gas problem and right away he told me to drive a couple blocks over to the gas station and he gave me five bucks to put in the tank. We went back to his car and he asked for my wallet. He took it and looked at my driver’s license and noted my address. He told me I was going to follow Him to his place and if I dared to turn off he would come to my house and get me. He asked if I believed him and I said yes. My head was spinning. I was scared and nervous, yet excited and my dick was hard. I liked being given orders.

I followed him and we drove quite a bit to North Valley Stream. He parked on a side street and I parked behind him. I got out and followed him. It turned out he lived in an apartment above a store.

Upstairs He took me into the bedroom and told me to get undressed. I wish I could describe the place for you, but he didn’t turn on many lights and it’s a fairly hazy now. He sat on the bed looking at me. I was standing there with my hands behind my back and my dick sticking out. He told me to get on my knees. I did so and He went over to the dresser behind me. I heard drawers opening and closing and then He was behind me. He grabbed my wrist and I turned to look and He smacked the back of my head and said to keep my head down. With quick work my wrists were tied together with rope. He walked around in front of me and I saw he had more rope in his hands. He tossed it on the bed and sat down on the edge. He made me move forward on my knees until I was between his legs. He pulled my head forward and put it in His crotch and I started licking His Cock through his jeans. I was working feverishly. I wanted to suck His Cock so bad

To be continued.

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