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RETRIBUTION(1) The ‘CoVid’ and ‘Black Lives Matter’ events of the late 2020 Spring conspired to bring website meetings for real sexual interactions in London and elsewhere to ‘lockdown’ So many guys profiles carried the words ‘not meeting due to CoVid19 ‘ However, there were exceptions, particularly amongst the gay escort world. ‘PH’ let us call him felt the sexual and social pressures of the time, his surname was Hawkins and he could vaguely trace his West Country antecedents back to Sir John Hawkins the contemporary of Sir Francis Drake. It was Hawkins who set up the first trade triangle where goods from England were exported to Sierra Leone- where slaves were bought, - and then transported to the West Indies and sugar and rum brought back to the ports of Plymouth and Bristol. Historically and sexually PH felt a growing sleazy need and perverted lust to submit himself totally, and with limits to an articulate Black Master Master to whom he could offer a ‘guilt offering of mind, body and cash’ Just as he was beginning to despair of ever finding such a Master, even an escort, he came across a profile ‘DirtyBlackPig’, and whose profile was erotically precise and 100% sleaze ...... “ I've done it all I'm the great DirtyBlackPig experience! If you want your hole stretched wide open and wrecked open, that’s my skill. If you wanna crawl naked across my playroom floor and suck my cock, that’s me. If you want to lay under my rimming stool and rim and felch it out, that's me. If you want my piss in your pathetic holes, then that’s me ! I've had clients, especially old white trash, coming back for more sadistic remorseless thrashing discipline, fucking, humiliation, and above all pozzing with superior black breeding. Read and ‘ pay special attention to my profile photos of what i'm into. I’m a decent genuine black master that enjoy owning white slaves that connect. I’m chem friendly and controlling, and will video and if you like expose you for myself and black buvvers to exact retribution” PH sat back from the PC screen and as he took another sip of his favourite malt Laphroag, noted the WhatsApp number. Within 15 minutes the cultivated, but nevertheless distinctive Caribbean voice addressed him, ‘ been waiting for you get back, since you left your interest on my page’ PH’s hand trembled as he held the smartphone to his ear ‘How much and where are you located? ‘ In a matter of twenty minutes, the matter was settled with 50% of the escort fee paid upfront by electronic banking and the address and postcode of where PH was supposed to be within 60 minutes. The Northern Line tube train was largely empty at 9.00pm with the few passengers physically distanced in the now customary face masks. As PH looked around the silent carriage so many of the black linen face masks blended into the passengers’ black faces - the silent train was, he sensed, crossing the social River Styx into territory dark and purgatorial. His white aged body, with all the fragmentary DNA of his antecedent slave-owning past forefathers, would be cauterised and purified in mind, body and spirit, and he would soon be humiliated, scourged, purged, and perhaps even vaguely redeemed by the dominating and perverse ritual attention of the DirtyBlackPig residing in the dystopian playroom-world in Wood Green. ‘Get your fucking clothes off’ came the first abrupt order from the leather harnessed and jock strapped Leo, the DirtyBlackPig escort, as he thumbed through the newly extracted twelve new ten pound notes from the adjacent ATM to Wood Green tube station. In Lordship Lane. Satisfied that the fee was correct PH stood naked and vulnerable before his black Master, then pushed to his knees and waited whilst Master Leo sat down to ponder and realise what sort of scenario would meet the earlier discussions The playroom was minimalist to the extent that the floor was black vinyl, the large double bed covered in a fitted black washable sheet, a set of wall boxes containing baskets of dildoes, toys, etc, whilst hanging from a rack on the wall a huge range of straps, whips, canes, harnesses, masks. Along one side of the room sideboard displaying numerous syringes, bottles and small plastic sachets of various powders along with what was to prove G flavoured energy drinks. Above fixed on the wall, a video screen was already displaying one of the S&M sleazy 'Dutch Steamboat' erotic videos, of a young Indonesian Master pissing over a much older Guy on the floor of a dungeon in Amsterdam. At the far end of the room stood the sling stand hanging from which was the open harness sling and surrounded by a masses of chains and clips, over which was suspended a large ceiling mirror. This was a well organised space reflected PH, the space of a professional who knew what his clients needed. There would be no loss of escort time rummaging for gear! In the far corner, a tripod with a video camera was set up to record, humiliate and even expose the coming ritual The silence was broken but the quietly spoken yet firm command ‘get into the fucking sling for chemming you piece of white trash’ PH moved quickly into the sling and in a matter of seconds his wrists and ankles were spread wide and secured and his slave cunthole exposed for booty bumping. Slowly the proud Master Leo advanced between his new slaves trembling legs, not so much trembling with fear, although there was an element of that, but more the erotic anticipation of what was to happen next ...and then Master Leo held up a needle-less large syringe staring in PH’s eyes saying ‘ White dirty pig your new Master is gonna is gonna make you fly ok?’ As PH looked down his torso he watched as he saw the black hands move between his white thighs and felt the slow insertion of the syringe and the gentle pressure of the syringe emptying its contents into his slave cunthole. No sooner was it was withdrawn than the Master brought the used slightly stained syringe to his mouth and emptied the remaining drops into his mouth. ‘My superior cocktail of DNA undetectable chemmed piss and cum’ . PH soon felt that flying experience, as the breeding chemming effect ran through his body. The Master then worked slowly and efficiently to secure the white balls in a parachute and connecting it by an elastic ‘spider’ cord to a hook on the sling stand-bars above. With the inferior white pig’s balls and pathetic shrunken cock now out of the way Master Leo could work with ease on the slave’s cunthole ‘Gonna clean that dirty white fuckhole of yours out Now’ With that PH saw and felt a large funnel go into his cunthole. Obviously too high for the Master to piss in a small plastic stool was brought and then the proud black Master stood on the stool and glaring down at PH said ‘take your Master’s superior piss!’ With that, the slave saw the slow jet of superior black golden piss pour into the funnel and quite soon felt the hot nectar in his gut. PH now began to feel the black quiet revenge of decades, even centuries, being played out , nay even wreaked out, on his white pig body, as Master Leo’s long superior glistening cock continued to pour out its torrent of piss. ‘You are just a white urinal you fucking white pig’. PH responded quietly as he gazed obediently into his new Master’s eyes saying ‘yes Master, thank you, Master.....’ The first act of retribution was being abusively played out by Master Leo and in a strange bizarre way welcomed both physically and mentally as an act of punishment and atonement by PH the white slave in the sling........( to be continued)