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How I was Turned Into A Male Prostitute, Now I'm Owned By A Black Master, Part 2 The prostitute web site that Tyrone had set up Was getting some hits, Then one day someone Had answered my ad, He said his name was DeShawn He said He was from New York, And was over the snow and was coming to town for two weeks, And wanted to rent me for a week, He said He was into Bondage, And He Had Black football play build, And was Poz, And He Had a Big Black Dick 11' Uncut, When He asked how the Executive Hotel was ? I reply it was a nice adult hotel, When He came into town, Tyrone had set Him up with a nice room, The honeymoon suite, I knocked at the door, He opened the door, He was tall '' 6 foot 5. And must of been 300lbs He said come in, I'm DeShawn Why don't you take your clothes off, I want to see your body, When I remove my pants and shirt, I was nude, He looked at the tattoos, A bar code, Black Owned, And on my right arm For Black Use Only He asked what made you get them ? I explained that Tyrone had drugged me and had a buddy put them on me why I was sleeping, Than He asked about my Cock Cage? I said that was Tyrone idea too, Tyrone put it on me and said, He was my Black Master, DeShawn said He was into bondage, For extended periods, DeShawn pulled a sleep bag out and told me to get in it, He that put a Catheter in my dick, No need to piss, I Had no control of my Urinal Now, Just a Urinal Bag, He Said the Sleep Bag material is similar to spandex but 10 times stronger. The design is very effective in restricted movement, And will stand up to all futile attempts to escape, I got in it, And DeShawn pushed me on the bed, He hooked a Pump up the bag, And slowly the air was sucked out of the bag, Making my body size a lot smaller, He put a Leather Hood on me and inflated the Mouth Gag, I could not hear or say anything, The next day I was carried to a car and put in a trunk, Don't know how long I was in the Sleep Bag, But it must of been for days, Finely I was carried in to some where, I felt a needle stick me and I went out like a light, When I woke up and opened my eyes, I was in cement building 30 by 30, There was no windows It was cold and damp, I was nude there was a Wrist and Leg Irons on me, A Iron collar was around my Neck, A Cock Cage that was Riveted on me, To make coming off impossibility, I was put in chastity to help grow my hole into the only sexual organ that matters, A custom belt, That was heavy Leather Belt, That had a Lock on it, So it wouldn't come off, A hook on the Belt was Attached to a long chain that hooked to a wall, There was Mirrors on the walls and ceiling, So I could see my self, With the Irons on me, There was a toilet in the room, And a shower, And a mattress on the floor, And some steps that when up, DeShawn came down the steps, Carrying a bowl of food, He set it on the floor, You must be Hunger, I asked where I was ? He said your in Baltimore your new home, I said Tyrone well be mad you took me to Baltimore, He said no He won't, I bought you, I own you, I needed a slave to go in my Dungeon, I well put you isolation cell that I built into my Dungeon, If you ever bring up Tyrone again, Your a subhuman Loser with zero self esteem and certainly no self dignity or respect, There was Bondage Gear covering the walls, Hood's and Muzzles, Locking Wrist and Ankle Spreader Bars, Blindfolds, Dungeon Irons and Handcuffs, Suspension equipment, Arm binders, There was Fucking Machine System, A Sling hung from the ceiling, One corner of the room, Sleep Sacks, Strait Jackets, Hospital Restrains, Pony and Puppy things, A Steel Puppy Cage, Trainer Shock Collar, Electro sex Gear, Chastity Devices, Whips and Floggers, Medical Instruments, Milking Machine, Fetish Clothing, A wood Saint Andrews Cross, And a king size Bed was over in one corner of the room, There was Video equipment, And all kinda of Equipment that I had never seen, He said there were Surveillance Equipment all around the room, There was four big flat screens TV, He put on a Leather hood, So no one would know it was Him, He turned the Video camera on, And We were live on the TV, Broadcasted on the web, You well get used to being on camera, When your in the Shower Or taking a Shit, You'll be a Video, Welcome to world of Virtual reality, DeShawn said I created a fully active Web Site, And for a price they could follow you, And watch you, Where my follower could request certain sexual activities to be performed for them, And for a price they Could interact with me, If they wanted to Fuck me, They would put a device on there Cock, And I would put a device on my ass, And strap it in place, Then when they thrust there dick forward, The device on my end would thrust the dido forward into my hole, There movements would be the exact movements that I felt on my end, As there end, With the Virtual headset on they would See and Feel and Hear you moan, Give them the real life Experience of fucking, He said He needed the first day recorded, For your new web page, I stared to protest DeShawn just laughed, Your in a cement building sound proved And under ground, And chained and shackled to the wall, We can do this the easy way or the hard way, You decide, And with that He pushed a button and There was a shock in my Dick I gabbed the Cock Cage, And I screamed, Accept your place bitch, You’re just a sex toy for alpha Black Bull. You exist too serve Black Men, Be abused and then disposed of when the customer was done, I'm going to make you feel really really bad about itself, I think I well call you Tyler ! Come over here and Give your Black Master a Blow Job, I sucked His Black Dick, And then His Nuts, That's right swallow that Fucking Dick Faggot! Good Bitch boy, Choke and Gag on that Superior Black Master Cock, Like the good Fucking Slutty Pussy Whore you are, Gonna split your Cracker ass open, Now sit on this Black Dick Bitch, Hell yeah. Let’s put on a show! I positioned my self over His Black Dick, And slowly He penetrated me, He grabbed me by the Hips, And Drove that Black Dick all way in my ass, Take that fucking ass Fucking , He Made me ride His Black Dick up and down, I started to squirm and resist, But once He started pounding my Cunt, I wanted to surrender completely, He fucked me hard and deep, Till He was ready to cum, I'm going to bred you with this Poz Seed, He Held me down on His Black Dick, Balls Deep, Yes I'm Cumming, I'm pumping this Poz Load in your Ass Pussy, I was Begging Him to knock me up, I could not resist, DeShawn said I told you that it would fit inside of you, I have a Black room Mate You well have to Take care of, His name is Willie, He doesn't like white people much, So Hes a bet of a Sadist, When it comes to whites, He well want to Humiliation & Degradation you disgusting white fag, But if your good to Him He mite Fuck you, He has a overwhelming desire to sexually torture you, He a Sadism at heart. And well want to beat you, And Whip you, And well get off on controlling you, He's going to be insulting You, Demeaning, Dehumanizing and Pissing and Spitting all over you, You stupid fag, So you well have two Black Masters to deal with, I'm going to Buy a Black slave, Then my customers well be able to experience a true interracial experience, For now we just have you, I've been shopping around for a black slave, But he's got to be hung with 12' black dick, That night I was introduced to Willie, He hooked me up to the Suspension equipment, And He Whipped me, I begged Him to stop, I Keep screaming like a Bitch, Willie said that’s actually Hot, Sometimes I will cry. It’s part of the process, Your pain is my pleasure, No one gives a shit if your boi pussy gets permanently wrecked, Then I begged Him to Fuck me, Willie said one day you well get the privilege of this Black Dick, But for now you well just have to settle for this Black Dido device, He positioned it above my ass, He flipped the switch on, He spread me out on the bed, With the Wrist and Leg Irons hooked to the bed, Willie Said this well Permanently Elongated, Puffy Pussy Lips, No one will ever confuse this with an asshole ever again, Willie said now you wait ! Some guy well want to Fuck you, With Virtual reality headset on, There no escaping, DeShawn well be up in the morning and wanting some ass, A faggot’s training is NEVER done! So get some sleep for now, Your going to full fill some guys fantasy tonight, It’s a New Way Of Life. I fall a sleep, When the Black Dido came to life, The Device started to move, The Black Dido penetrate my ass, The TV and spot lights came on, I moaned, I looked up at the TVs And saw a Black teenager on the TV, He said I just want to get a Nut before bed, He began to Fuck His Device, I felt the Black Dido going in and out of my ass, The Black teenager Fucked me for about 10 min, I'm cumming He said, Then the Black Dido squirted some liquid in my ass, And pulled out of my ass, The Device than when back to it original Position, Ready to be inserted with the next horny Guy, The next morning DeShawn came down, The TV and light were on, And the Device was Fucking me again! Dam I wanted to get my nut,, But your busy making money for your New Black Master ...

When I was young I read lots of books. My parents let me read what I wanted, which was good, because I had zero interest in sports or any of the other things that usually make boys boys. (I wasn’t into the things that make girls girls, either, in case you’re wondering.) Star Wars had just premiered and in a few years I would discover Dungeons & Dragons and computers, but the books were always at the center. They were stories about heroes and heroines, protagonists who had to face uncertain situations or dangerous enemies, find advice from the wise, struggle with their own inner weaknesses, and find a way to emerge ethically victorious at the end. There were a lot of such stories, and if you read enough of them at a certain formative time in your life, they shape you. Principle among these for me were the works of Tolkien, with their epic depictions of the noble Men of Numenor and others great and good. I found later in life that I had no real-life idols I looked up to or wanted to emulate - mine were all in books. The real human ones - like my father - failed to meet the noble standard of my heroes, the standard I set for myself to reach. Therein lay the seed of the problem. I hadn’t hit puberty - I bloomed late, and being Autistic, I didn’t catch on to what was happening to me when it did happen. And why would I? You see, in all those books, all those stories, and especially in Tolkien - there is no sex. I grew up in a home where sex wasn’t discussed. My Dad’s birds-and-bees talk with me consisted of “mutter mutter mutter keep it in your pants” and I didn’t even understand what “it” he was referring to. So, like Queen Victoria, I determined that I was going to be Good. And I was. I strove to be perfect in everything I did - “Be perfect even as your Father in Heaven is perfect”. My father cussed like a sailor, yet not one off-color word passed my lips. I was a straight arrow, square as a cube, insufferably correct, and ethically anchored. I was also socially inept and sexually clueless, but I didn’t know that. All I knew was that most people didn’t like me even though I tried hard to be a good person, and the people who didn’t like me liked pop culture and had started going on about this “sex” thing. Fine. If they were going to reject me, I would reject them, and everything they liked. Fast-forward to college. Sex at last made itself understood to my brain, and it was incompatible with everything I ever read about, admired, aspired to, or wanted. It as carnal, animal, messy. It wasn’t Good. And there was this word associated with it, the word that, then, I considered the worst thing I could say: fuck. Still more confusing, I found that my curiosity about sex revolved around sex with other men. As a freshman, I went to my first AVS and bought my first gay video. It changed me. Fuck me! Fuck me! God yes, fuck me! Men actually did the thing my rebel body was shouting for! But not me. I resisted the rebellion with all of my reason and my willpower. I destroyed the porn tape, glad to be rid of the damn thing... then, before too very long, I bought another. After I purged the indecency from my body I destroyed that one in its turn. But eventually I would get another. I was still a coital virgin. In high school I had had a girlfriend who would work my cock with her hand until I came, but I didn’t understand what was happening and certainly didn’t have sex with her. Now I was on a campus where 95% of the students belonged to one of the fraternities or sororities, and sex was everywhere around me. I was a ΓΔΙ (Gamma Delta Iota) - a God Damned Independent - so I wasn’t marinated in sex and alcohol like the rest of the idiots. Yet I had a need in common with them, a drive at that time of life screaming to be met, and I ensured I had no opportunity. The struggle became a kind of inner warfare that split my mind in two - two different facets of me so incompatible and so consumed with mutual loathing that they persist to this day. It was only the year after I graduated that a very kind and dear friend ended at least a part of my conflict by seducing me and taking my virginity. I will always be grateful for her mercy, even though the act left me even more confused - was that what everyone got so worked up over? But that’s irrational... Fast-forward. Graduate school, job, no sex again until marriage (to a gal with a record of some 74 guys she had been with). Sex was expected, and sanctioned, and she had a potty mouth and I suddenly found my resolve slipping. During the moment, to my shock, I even used the F-word. The sex was good enough to produce two children - my son’s conception was one of the most unusual and memorable ejaculations I’ve ever had - but not good enough to keep her happy. After 11 years, it was over, and at age 37 I looked at myself and found a wreckage of all my early asperations and resolve. I had been dragged down into divorce like any regular person, prey to emotion and physical appetites that I had had to concede to in order to meet her needs. Now there was no her, just me, horny and prone to swear, and now actively thinking of finding out if I really was attracted to other men, and what that would be like. I went to Louisville to a gay bar even though I didn’t drink, got picked up by a guy and fucked the first night, and loved it. Loved it. Loved. It. Eros was god of love and sex in the ancient Greek world. Among other things, he was said to be the protector of homosexual love between men. Though originally a primordial god, later tradition makes him the offspring of Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and procreation. He carried a bow with arrows that could cause mortals to feel passion beyond reason; the Romans called him Cupid. I am convinced that the son of a bitch found me early on and realized that here was a mortal who made a mockery of him and his power (erotic power, named after him). He made his plans right there and then that he was going to take me down about 300 notches by hitting me with arrows at just the right times. By the time he was done with me, he figured, this good, upright, uptight boy would be a sex-addicted slut happily wrapping his tongue around men’s phalluses and taking their seed in his hole so often he would surpass even that whore Messalina. Fast-forward to now. His arrows don’t miss, and one offends the gods at his peril. The person I was in the beginning would have been unable to contemplate what he - I - have actually become. Far from his ideals, I have now been trained, and my mind shaped, to accept that I am intended for the random sexual use of strangers, a willing and eager receptacle for their fluid, my body conditioned to accept their rutting, excited by the sound of squishing juice and slapping skin, grunts and groans, and the scent of copulation. He still lives in my mind, proud and undeterred, but pinned down by arrows, while his hated rival has his way with my body and takes full advantage of the corruption Eros wrought. Had it not been for sex and its nearly irresistible power over the mind, I might have reached some aspect of the refinement I aspired to as a human being. Because of sex, my mind is corrupted, my body has been enjoyed by hundreds of men in degrading ways and I will gladly allow the same from hundreds more, and men know and use me now for what I am... unrepentantly, and as of this post, a whore. Thanks a heap, Eros. You motherfucker.

Toronto—September, 2019 As it turned out, Brown_Spice decided not to go. I packed up my leather gear and arrived downtown in no time. It took me a moment to find parking, but I was able to walk up the stairs to the Club minutes after the 4:00 pm start time… I pull out my Frequent Fucker card for the attendant to stamp. It’s full. I surrender it and he gives me my fifteen dollars back. Always a good sign. He asks to stamp my hand instead. I give him my left. He stamps “Dirty” on it. I tell him I will do my best to live up to it. I go up a level to get into my leathers. The set up hasn’t changed too much in the time I’ve been away. There are two slings on the upper level where I’m stripping. On the other side, where there are three tiny booths, there is also one sling and a block to bend someone over which is right next to the door to the DJ booth. The plastic sheeting hangs from the ceiling, creating a maze on the floor below us—right at the main entrance door. There is a sling by the bar on that level—and another block or two for fucking. Once dressed in chaps and harness with yellow jock, I check my bag at the coat check. I can’t wait to explore the maze and see what additional equipment is hidden in there. I move through the plastic sheeting. I find a sling which is empty. Next to the stage is a big block for fucking. The Fuck Wall is set up on the stage—two gloryholes in which to lie back and expose just your ass for the crowd. No one is in there yet…but there are only about six of us in the club at this moment. I check the other side of the maze. A block by the stage, then an empty sling. Another block is occupied. A man of about my age reclines, wearing a jock and boots. He is jacking a sizeable cock. Our eyes connect. Instantly he raises his legs, exposing a muscle butt. I walk over. Without a word, I kneel and begin eating his ass. He groans out: “Eat that hole…” I tongue fuck him, hard and fast. He’s tight. My cock has stood up from the moment I tasted him. I stand and slap his balls in the pouch with my engorged dick. “Fuck, you’re even bigger than I thought,” he hisses before opening his poppers. I let him re-cap it before I push in. The poppers do their work—his tight hole opens and swallows me down. I hold for a millisecond before beginning the fuck. The man groans again and tells me to fuck him hard. I do. I fuck him until he can’t hold his legs up any longer. He flips, so his chest is on the block and feet on the floor. I surprise him by rimming him again. His ass has juiced itself nicely. I tell him so. He whimpers around his popper bottle. I stand up and fuck him. My cock is now coated with his ass jizz. I pull out and make him taste it. He does so, calling me a dirty top, but relishing the taste of his hole. I go back and fuck him some more. Finally, he begs me to stop or he’ll shoot. I pull out. He slides off the box, cleans my cock and then stands to kiss me. I get a mouthful of his ass cum. We share it…but I swallow. He thanks me—telling me it’s the only time he’ll be fucked all night—he intends to top from this point on. I grin…but damned if we don’t share hole a number times in the next three hours… * I go out of the maze. The crowd has exploded. There are now easily 40 men and the main door keeps opening. I walk up the stairs to the slings where I changed. A very clean cut man is fucking a hot bearded boy. The twenty-something beckons me over—he wants something in his mouth while he’s getting railed. I give it to him, enjoying the feel of his beard on my balls. He grunts his appreciation. The top man fucks harder. I think he might be shooting…and we are only 30 minutes or so into the party. He pulls out and moves away, but I see that his dick is covered in latex. I look at the kid, my eyebrow raised. “Fuck me raw. That was for him, not me.” I skip rimming him as I don’t want to taste latex. I just push in and give the young man his first of countless raw fucks of the night. * All the slings are now busy and there are crowds of men all around them, sucking cock or just bent over taking it. I go back to the maze. I watch a young man in the sling. He literally has a line waiting to get into him—the dream of so many bottoms. I don’t want to wait, so I move to the block next to the stage. A hot top is fucking a really handsome man bent over the block, while a smaller guy feeds his dick to the guy getting fucked. The top sizes me up—and is clearly running this scene. “Fuck my boy.” I am not clear which that is—until the man getting sucked pulls out and bends over, leaning on the back of the really handsome guy. I eat the man’s hole and plunge in. His ass is wet, hot and clingy. A hot fuck. The guy I’m plowing nods to the Hot Top, telling him I’m good. “You want to sample this ass?” He points to the really handsome man. I nod and we change. The boy cleans my dick as I pull out and the Top’s PA-ed one before it goes in him. I eat the butt of the handsome guy. He groans as my tongue soothes his thoroughly fucked hole. I stand and slide in. His ass is incredibly responsive. He clamps, he loosens, he works my dick with seeming ease as I fuck him. He is a man who knows how to make a cock give up its load. “Switch!” commands the Top. We change again. This time I clean the Top’s cock. He is surprised but pleased. The next time we switch the Top orders me to clean his cock. And then makes me beg for it. I go along with his little mind game…after all he’s sharing really great ass with me. We fuck until the Handsome Man needs to break. He gets up and I see his Fukd jock for the first time and realize he must be the host for tonight. * I take a brief break and go piss. The bathroom is crowded but with guys washing up—not for piss action. I go back to the maze. I find a younger man on the block where I first fucked the top. “I love daddy dick,” he tells me. He bends over, chest to block. I eat his hole. He’s been busy. He has at least one load oozing out of him. I lap it up and dig for more. I stand up and fuck. The first thing I see is the Daddy who was my first fuck. He watches us—his cock straining. I nod to the boy’s mouth—he takes the hint and gives the boy his dick. I kiss the Daddy, his tongue is everywhere in my mouth. He pulls out of the kiss and whispers “I see you ate my load out of him.” I smirk and nod and kiss him again. We change up on the kid, switching holes. The kid is not as good with his mouth, but it’s still hot. I kiss the Daddy again. And he shoots. The kid groans around my dick and clamps down on the dick unloading in his hole. The daddy is writhing with his second cum. When he pulls out—I am there to clean him up. We kiss again—and he thanks me for making it a perfect Fukd for him. I turn to the kid. A hunky, 30-ish Black guy in a blue harness is eating the load out of the kid. He stands up and slides into him. He grins at me. We exchange a cummy kiss, too. And go about truly wrecking this kid’s hole. The new guy’s cock is the exact same length and girth as mine. We are the perfect matched set in black and white. We fuck the kid bent over. We fuck the kid with his legs in the air—the other one holding them back for the fucker of the moment. Then the kid rides us with us flat on the box, our cocks jutting into the air. When he is riding me for the second time, the kid is pushed forward so we are chest to chest. And the black cock slides in along mine. For just a second…but long enough for the kid to realize he is being DP-ed…and to shoot a load on my chest without ever getting hard. The kid pleads to stop. He dismounts, barely able to walk. My new fuck bud leans over and licks up the jizz on my chest—snowballing it to me in hot, sweet kisses. * I am playing on the edge of the stage. Two guys are taking turns sucking me. I am watching the fuck wall—no one has used it yet. “Do you fuck with this?” the hairier of the two on my dick asks. “Of course.” I nod towards the wall. “Feel like showing off?” “Yeah!” I help him slide on the plank so his upper body is hidden by the wall. I get his legs up into the stirrups. His hairy ass is now on display. I kneel and rim him. I hear poppers open. I eat him out and then give him a brisk fuck. We attract a crowd. Another top leads the Host to the other hole and installs him. I keep fucking my Cub as the Host is plowed by this older top. Hard cocks are all around, beating off as they watch us fuck. “You want someone else’s dick?” I ask. “Fuck, yeah....” FOR THE REST OF MY TIME AT FUKD, THINK, BUT COPY THE LINK TO THE BLOG: [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/being-dirty-at-fukd.html