i am sorry for taking so long to get back to the blog, but work is busy this time of year. i noticed last time i wrote about this how easy the memories came flooding back. This unknown Black Man had such an influence on me and between Him, and my college professor (more about Him later) they essentially defined my sexual identity for the rest of my life. These two superior Black Men took a white boy's unformed ideas and molded them into a slave that worships the Black Master.
At the end of my last entry i left off with me tied to the bed after i had just been fucked for the first time.
i had no clue what time it was, the early hours of the morning, i guessed. my head was spinning from the poppers and the orgasm i had. When He started untying my ankles i relaxed because i thought He was releasing me, now that He had cum. But He wasn't done with me yet. After my ankles were free He directed me to climb up on to the bed. Once on it, i was laying on my stomach with my wrists still bound behind me. In a few moves He had my ankles tied together and then pulled them up and tied them to my wrist so i was hog-tied. i grumbled through the gag, complaining, but got nothing more than a slap on the ass.
He climbed on the bed and leaned against the headboard. He spread His legs on each side of me and now i was looking directly at His Cock and Balls between His spread legs. He ordered me to scoot myself up so my face was up close to His Cock. His Cock was no longer erect but it was still full, and thick, and powerful looking. He pulled the jockstrap from around my head and out of my mouth and i made the mistake of speaking, asking to be let loose. He slapped me really hard across the side of my face and then shoved the jock back in.
i don't remember the exact words He used but He told me I was not to speak without permission. He talked about the magazines with all the circles around the slave adds, and told me i was going to find out what being a slave meant. slaves obey, He told me. They speak when they are spoken too. He asked me if i understood and when I nodded he took the jock out and told me to take His Cock in my mouth. i did as i was told, and the moment it was in my mouth i forgot about wanting to be untied. It felt wonderful in my mouth. i realize now the taste was a combination of His Cum, my ass, spit and sweat, but then it just tasted like Cock. It was thick and full; the world's best pacifier. There i was, mouth filled with Black Cock, hogtied between a Black Man's legs, ass plugged, my head turned and resting on his thigh so i could look up at Him. my cock was still bound in the jockstrap and it was already hard again. So hard that is started grinding it into the bed while squeezing the plug, kinda trying to masturbate from the inside.
When He saw my grinding He laughed. He reached into the nightstand and took out a joint and lit up. He also had the bottle of beer from the 7-11 and he took a swig. He was gettin' His buzz back on. He started talking about how white boys love Black Cock. He made a comment about my eyelashes and how long and pretty they were, which embarrassed me. He talked about how once white boys get Black Cock they never want anything else. He said all white boys know "the darker the meat, the sweeter the treat" which has stayed in my mind ever since. He talked about how all whites secretly crave Black Cock and i was one of the lucky ones. He kept talking as He smoked and drank and His Cock started to fill out. i started to try and suck it but He grabbed my head and told me to stop. Just let it stay there. He said my mouth was a holster for Black Cock. It was getting thicker and filling my mouth and i was beginning to struggle with it and he grabbed my head and held the bottle of poppers under my nostril and had me breathe in and out a number of times. the buzz began immediately and i relaxed and His Cock went in deeper and just filled my mouth. I suddenly realized I had to breathe through my nose. He was talking softly, calling me a bitch and a hungry faggot, saying how good it felt. There were more poppers and I was in this place of ecstasy a full thick Black Cock in my mouth trying to go down my throat, in real bondage, a plug in my hole, under this Black Man's control. The fact that i am a popper pig is the responsibility of this Black Man!
i looked cross-eyed so i could see the rest of His Cock going into my mouth. i could see the wiry, curly black hairs of His crotch. I could partially see His Balls hanging loosely in their sack. I followed a trail of hair as it ran up towards his navel. His chest wasn't hairy. He had an average build and a handsome face.
i couldn't resist and i started playing with the tip of His Cock with my tongue. Feeling the slit and the underside. Swirling and licking. It was such a wonderful thing to have in my mouth.
Before that night i knew my homosexuality was driven by my interest in cock. When i knew i was gay,
i knew I was interested in cock. For some men it's ass, others it's biceps. Some are turned on by shoulders, or chest. For me it has always been an attraction to cock, which i guess sealed my fate to be submissive. But after that night i knew i was a cock slave. i loved cock and wanted to suck them. Touch them, hold them. Now i had discovered how it felt to be fucked and i knew i wanted more of that. And finally, my youthful curiosity about Black Men had changed into a desire to serve a Black Master. i didn't have these thoughts while i was laying there, bound, with a Black Cock in my mouth, but that was the outcome.
i guess the use of my tongue on His Cock aroused Him, because He woke and pulled His cock out of my mouth and went into the bathroom and i could hear Him pissing into the toilet. He came back in the room and looked at me, and i was looking at Him from my position on the bed. He walked toward me and i watched His Cock shift as He walked. it had my full attention. Keeping my eyes looking at His Cock seemed the natural thing to do. He grabbed my wrists and ankles and lifted. i was surprised that he actually lifted me off the bed, pivoted and then put me down on the floor. i opened my mouth to say something and then caught myself. He squatted down near my face and pinched my nose. i opened my mouth to breathe and in went the jock strap. He wrapped it around my head again and there i was bound and gagged, plugged, on His bedroom floor. He lifted my head and put a pillow under it and then told me to not make any noise or He would beat the shit out of me. He walked over and shut off the room light, then got into bed and the bedside light went out and the room was dark. i was scared again, starting to worry about how long He would keep me, but i was also excited. i was under His complete control. But most of all i was tired tired. It had been a long night, it must be close to dawn,plus there was the booze from earlier and the come down from the poppers making me drowsy and i drifted off.
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