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Four men in expensive suits sat around a conference table, as another man made his presentation. The four men were all at the main office of the new and improved United States Male Slave Organization. They had been invited because of their wealth and influence for the possibility of buying into the highly lucrative business of providing young men as house slaves for exclusive clientele. The owning of personal sex slaves and the use of sex slaves was made possible by the Indentured Laws. These laws allowed for the acquiring of anyone convicted of a crime punishable by more than a year in prison. The laws also allowed for a person to ask to be granted the indentured status in lieu of prison or if they feel that they would get a better deal for volunteering as opposed to being selected against their will. Once a person is categorized as being indentured they lose all rights and are subject to the will of their owners.

Most of the purchasers of the slaves were gay men, who enjoyed owning their own private sex slave. The current USMSO had begun decades ago when the growing market for young male sex slaves began to pick up in the US. Each of the four men have owned their own slaves over the years and were always on the lookout for fresh meat. Most slaves that were sold by the USMSO were sold to brothels, private owners, or the entertainment industry. The entertainment industry had become quite lucrative when they began using slaves for pornography. Why hire an actor when you could just buy a slave to do the same things? The USMSO had quickly expanded and thrived, buying out or putting most of the other competition out of business. They were now the best and most exclusive acquirers, trainers, and sellers of young male slaves in the world, though most of their business was conducted in the US.

The presenter continued with his run down, “As you all know, our organization is always on the lookout for new slaves. We have numerous talent scouts all over the US. We only deal in Caucasian males, as they are the leading desirables in the industry. Our selection process includes medical examinations, drug screening, mental health examinations, and numerous other screenings for certain identifiers in order to acquire the best stock possible. Most of our new acquisitions consist of volunteers: hustlers, rent-boys, and so on. Young men that may not be gay, but are already experienced in serving the sexual needs and desires of men. From time to time, we also employ some subterfuge in order to acquire certain choice specimens. We have numerous law enforcement agencies and law firms on retainer, who keep us apprised on attractive problem boys and in order to make the specimens’ voluntary acceptance seem like a good idea for them.”

“We simply have them arrested for prostitution and then make them an offer of employment in jail. We tell them that we can have all the charges dropped, in exchange for a certain amount of time working for us. Once they have signed on, there is no going back for them. We have found that convincing the virgin volunteers is best, as opposed to just taking them because they are more docile to begin with. But obviously, they are not specifically told what they will be doing, they are told that they will be butlers, yard workers, etc. Now this is an easy choice for the ones already accustomed to serving the desires of men, but we use the same procedure for young straight males who have also found themselves, with a little help from us, on the wrong side of the law.”

This comment caused a chuckle to sound from each man sitting at the conference table. The presenter continued, “We like to choose from the more athletic and well toned options available to us throughout the country, and we never have to work to hard to make sure that we are their only option to avoid prison. Recent high school graduates and current high school students, are our primary targets for this last option. They usually have few prospects open to them, so with a little gentle nudging we have then sign up for service. The straight boys are most sought after, as it gives the owners a greater sense of domination to be serviced by and to fuck a straight boy. Now we also have had parents voluntarily bring a problematic young man to our attention, and if they are attractive and meet our standards we take them.”

“Now the last targets are the really expensive acquisitions, in so far as training and indoctrination. The actual acquiring of them is nonexistent. We simply snatch them up and bring them to The Center. They do take longer for proper training and indoctrination, as they are usually inexperienced in the ways of pleasing a man, but that is part of the desire to have them. All of our acquisitions start out with at least two weeks of pain compliance just to get them docile enough for training. We have perfected this pre-training routine down to being able to get a boy right to the edge of breaking, but with still enough will and spirit to keep going. We do not want unfeeling robots, after all. We want a boy that canlı bahis squeals when you shove a hard cock in his asshole for the first time, am I right gentlemen?”

Another chorus of laughs and affirmative answers, before the presenter continued “All of our scouts get a bonus for the acquiring of certain specimens, so we are never short of stock. Now we train them all in proper etiquette, hygiene, form, obedience, and pain compliance. We never scar them or leave permanent marks during training, but a docile young man does take a certain amount of proper tutelage in order to serve the needs that we provide our customers. We also train them in proper oral techniques and anal sex. Our boys are always delivered ship shape and ready to serve. Their holes are clean and tight, especially the virgins that we offer. Only the virgins are not fucked properly here, so as to give the future owners the chance to break their cherries. But all of our stock is trained how to properly and thoroughly suck a cock and swallow all that is given to them without complaint, but also with thanks afterwards.”

“Now like I said the virgins, while they are taught how to suck a cock and swallow, are not fucked here. But we do instruct them in proper riding techniques and everything else they will need to serve. The volunteers who are not virgins, are properly fucked in order to train them to work and take a hard cock in their asses, but never so hard as to stretch their tight assholes. This way we can insure that our stock of boys are ready and able to meet the demands of our customers. We also give them daily spankings and submission training, to ensure they are all docile and compliant. But again, no permanent damage or lasting effects are ever administered by our training staff. We have become so knowledgeable in the training and indoctrination of these boys, that numerous owners of slaves that were trained my past or other slave organizations often send their boys to one of our advanced slave training academies in order to train them up to our level of expectations. As well as private owners of new slaves, that wish for them to be properly trained by the best in the industry, if they can afford us that is.”

“Now we will take possession of any attractive slave that meets all of our expectations, train and indoctrinate them. But payment is due in full once the training is complete. If the owner fails to pay us in full, the slave becomes our property and is henceforth sold by us with all profits remaining with us. Not only proper training, but our new dietary system has made our company the leaders in our industry. We begin by weaning all the stock off of solid food. This is a process we start by feeding them what we call ‘oats’ as a starting point of our transitional dietary plan to wean them off of solid foods and put them on a purely liquid diet. This has the benefits of keeping the boys thin and attractive, but also allows the owner to better control vitamin intake, and no longer requires the slave having to expel solid waste. Which is to say they won’t be defecating anymore, once they are completely on our diet. Every bit of waste will be expelled through urine.”

“We developed this formula, because it will allow the future master to fuck their asses as much as he wants and not have to worry about making a mess. The slave’s asshole and interior anal canal will be clean and tidy by the time we sell them. Now the dietary transition also helps the slave, because it gets them used to swallowing a generous amount of semen without gagging or anything else. Our transition will take them through several different formulas, getting closer and closer to the taste and consistency of semen, until their entire diet consists of the semen-like formula that will be their future food supply. That will be what they imbibe for the last of their time here, and the rest of their time after they are sold off, unless the owner decides to give them solid foods again, but most don’t. Their starting formula has the consistency of oatmeal puree, but as time goes by it will change little by little. The majority of our trainees do not notice the slow transition into the semen like formula. We wean lots of young soon to be slaves from solid food to our formula, and we rarely notice that they can tell that it is happening at all.”

“Once they are on the permanent semen formula, they view actual semen as a food supply and will swallow all that is given and be grateful for it. This was a real breakthrough for the company, as the slaves are completely indoctrinated into taking pleasure from swallowing semen. We had a serious up swell in our compliments from owners once we had initiated this program. We also provide the formula for purchase to our customers for the purpose of feeding their slaves. We sell the formula in pre-mixed multiple gallon allotments or the powder form, if the owner wishes to mix his own. The pre-mixed is easier to deal with, but costs more. We are the only provider of the formula, and the ingredients are patented and kept as a trade secret, under another name obviously.”

“Now we do have other subjects aside bahis siteleri from the sex slaves, such as manual laborers, cooks, cleaners, and other subcategories. These are all handled by our other locations. They do not cost as much to own, but they are also not up to the rigorous standards of our sex slaves. But they serve a purpose. We also have a sister company owned under our umbrella that deal with the acquiring of female slaves, as well as their training and indoctrination up to the extent of our male slaves. The females are bought by like minded people or organizations that purchase the males, but who want females slaves instead. But you gentlemen are not here to hear about the female slaves.”

“As I have said, we have numerous scouts and acquisition teams throughout the US. As well as several locations for training and indoctrination, but the best and most prestigious is the location known as The Center. At The Center, we train only the best slaves that will secure the highest prices. But at all locations, we provide laser hair removal, enema cleanings, training, and indoctrination. Once a slave arrives at any of our locations, all of the slaves’ body hair, with the exception of the hair on the head, eye lashes, and eyebrows, is surgically removed and is guaranteed to never grow back. Once a group of slaves are properly trained we send out emails and notifications, allowing our customers to browse our new stock. We then offer an auction or private sale, if the price is right.”

“Now the majority of our fully trained slaves go to our brothels, throughout the US. We keep them in a good supply of fresh meat. We also own several all gay male cruise lines that use our slaves on board. All of the other slave go to private ownership. We get the most return money from our cruise lines, because not only does the customer have to buy a ticket, but he also has to rent a slave for his desired length of time. The cruise liners operate year round, with a week layover for maintenance and rest after every voyage. The brothels are another good investment and keep the money constantly rolling in, but not as much as the cruise lines. Now the direct sales to private owners generate a lot of money, both from the sale and the formula expenses. The private sale will give a big one time payout, that is comparable to what a brothel slave brings in in about five years. From time to time we will sell a brothel slave or cruise ship slave if the price is right. Now sometimes we do offer to get a specific young man and send him through The Center, if the customer is ready to pay a premium price. These are rare occasions, but sometimes you see a boy that you just have to have for yourself, am I right gentlemen?”

This question resulted in another round of laughter, as all the men could appreciate choosing a certain lovely boy and wanting him trained just for their own purposes. Having finished his presentation, the speaker opened the floor up for comments and questions. The first question came from the center of the room, from a man of explicit taste and high expectations, as he asked “When will the new arrivals be brought to The Center and when will they be available for purchase?”

The speaker smiled as she said, “We have out acquisition teams returning with twelve volunteers as we speak, eight hustlers and four straight virgins. Unfortunately we do not have any involuntary acquisitions, at this time. But should that change, I assure you we will let you all know. The training and indoctrination takes about six to ten weeks depending on the requirements of the stock. But by that time we will have at least twelve attractive young slave boys for purchase, with the full guarantee of the USMSO that you will be acquiring the very best in sex slaves for you enjoyment.”

*ELSEWHERE*

I was in high school when my life changed forever. I had always been on the small size. I had been told by doctors that there was nothing actually wrong with me, but that I would probably not grow any bigger than I already had. I have blonde hair and blue eyes, with pale white skin that refused to tan. I am 5′ and weigh 110lbs. I am not toned or anything, but I don’t have a gut or any obvious signs of extra fat. I had what other people referred to as a swimmer’s body, though without a six pack unfortunately. I swam as much as possible and that seemed to give me such a good physique. My parents were not well to do, but not poor either. I had been walking home from school and had decided to stop for a swim in a nearby lake that I frequented. I remember swimming for about an hour, and I think I had gotten out and was toweling myself off when it happened. I am not sure what happened exactly, but I came to feeling very groggy.

I was unable to move more than a little bit and for some reason my arms wouldn’t work and I couldn’t see. I had difficulty focusing on the other voices around me, and I soon lost consciousness again. I came to once again, feeling a little clearer headed and began to notice that I seemed to be in a vehicle that was moving. I thought I heard a male voice say, “Oh, he’s up again.”

But I could bahis şirketleri not be sure. I felt a strip of cloth covering my eyes and also realized that I had something in my mouth keeping me from speaking. I seemed to be in a kneeling position, with my hands and arms secured behind my back. I tried to move and struggle to my feet, but my head touched some kind of metal fencing above me that rattled when I touched it. I began to move my head against the metal to try to determine exactly what it was. I felt along the top, found the corners, and the sides. I finally realized fearfully, that I was in fact in some sort of metal cage that kept my in my kneeling position. I had been kidnapped!

The vehicle continued to drive for an unknown distance, but finally came to a stop. I heard the sound of sliding doors of the vehicle opening, like the side door of a van, and the sound of people getting out of the van. I then heard the back door open and someone rattling the cage and what sounded like a padlock being opened, along with a metal latch and what sounded like the door to the cage. I then felt strong hands grab me and pull me from the cage and onto the ground. I felt my legs shake in fear and probably with whatever effects were still lingering from what I assumed had been a sleeping drug. I was forced to walk up some stairs and into a structure that had concrete or some form of rock flooring. I was led through other door until I finally reached the area that they wanted me in.

My blindfold was taken off and I blinked as bright lights assaulted my eyes. I finally focused on the two men in front of me. They were both muscularly built white men and wore all black clothing. One of them said, “Ok, boy, here is the deal. Your old life is over and done with. No one knows where you are or that we have you. Your best chance to survive this is to do as you are told. You won’t be going anywhere and no one escapes the center. We’ll talk more in the morning. Tonight is the first night of your new life, slave.”

With that I was roughly shoved into a concrete room without any furnishings. The heavy metal door was then shut and I heard the sound of a heavy metal lock being latched. My arms and hands were still restrained and I still had my mouth gagged. I tried to look around the room, but there were no lights so I was in complete darkness. I had heard rumors of this happening, but never really believed them. Had my parents sold me or was I just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Knowing what happened to slaves, I fell to my knees as sobs wracked my body. Thankfully sleep came to me easily, as the drug’s effects still had me a little tipsy. I woke up to being poked with a wooden club in the side. It didn’t hurt, but it did rouse me. I looked up to see the two men from last night standing over me and smirking down at my prone body.

I finally realized that I was completely naked. I moved and tried to cover up, but with my hands and arms still around my back, all I did was make the two men laugh. They then pulled me to my feet and led me out of the cell. My mouth and throat were incredibly dry and I felt like I was dehydrated. They placed me in the center of the room into a sort of tiled enclosure. It had a drain in the center of the enclosure and had about a foot high lip all the way around in a square. It was like a small shower floor without walls or curtains. My hands and arms were taken from behind my back, but then secured to metal chains above my head and hoisted until my body was stretched from head to toe. The two men then walked around me, examining my naked body.

One of them said to the other, “See, I told you I would find at least one boy as requested. The others are the more attractive of the hustlers, rent-boys, stable boys, and gigolos we found. Those are the voluntary ones. They know that if they play their cards right, they will be taken care of. But this one is a snatch that I found on the way here. It was by accident, but I knew as soon as I saw him that her would be perfect for our more choosy clientele. I bet he’s a virgin too. Look at him, I bet he brings more money than most of the other voluntary ones combined, if we train him up and make sure he’s docile enough come the presentation and auction.”

The other guy nodded, as he listened and continued to appraise my naked and terrified body. Silently, he grabbed a leather harness and approached me. I was terrified, but he calmly fastened the harness around my waist and to my thighs. The harness had a set of metal rings, one that my boy cock was fed through and the other he manipulated around my balls. The set of rings that fed over my cock, forced my cock into a downward pointing position. It was actually several rings lined up to keep my cock pointed down and secured, without any ability for masturbation. My ass cheeks were completely bare, but I could feel a few leather straps dangling against my skin. He finally spoke up, “Ok, boy, here it is. We are going to train you to be a proper house slave. We will teach you everything you need to know in order to survive your training, fetch us a good price, and serve whichever master wants you enough to pay for you. You are now property. You have no rights, and how well you are treated is dependant upon how well you act and how fast you learn. Do you understand, boy?”

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I turn around and look at my slave, a burly African-American guy named Tyson Hauser. I smile cockily and ask him if he’s ready for me. Tyson nods, and I order him to get on his knees. The Black male slut obeys me, the dominant Black goddess, just like he should. I walk up to him and order him to suck my cock. The big Black guy puckers his lips and sucks on my shiny Black dildo. I love topping big Black guys like Tyson Hauser, because I am not exactly big myself. I love having power over those who are bigger and stronger than me. I stand five feet five inches tall and weigh one hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet. Nothing I love more than to show people that I can be a real fury in spite of being a half pint!

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I sank the strap-on dildo deep into the big guy’s ass, and at last Tyson Hauser screamed. I love making big strong Black men scream like little bitches. I shoved the strap-on dildo so deep inside Hauser’s asshole, I think his ancestors in the United States must have felt it. His scream of pain mixed with anguish and bittersweet pleasure was beautiful music to those ears of mine. I flipped Hauser on his back because I wanted to look into the Black man’s eyes as he got sodomized by a tiny but ferocious Black woman wielding a strap-on dildo with skill and authority. And so I did. I looked into Hauser’s eyes and saw many things, from the exultation of pleasure to the agony of defeat. illegal bahis siteleri And I absolutely love every moment of it!

I pulled the strap-on dildo out of Hauser’s asshole, added more lubricant and then shoved it back inside. Hauser squealed as I resumed fucking his ass. I grabbed his short, thick cock and squeezed his balls really hard while pumping the dildo into his dirt box. Hauser howled and begged for mercy. I fucked his ass with gusto, pounding it really hard. Before we got down and dirty, I ran over some basic rules with Hauser. Such as the use of safe words. Our safe word is red, and until he says the word red, I don’t care how much he screams, I’m going to fuck his ass with my dildo like butt fucking is going out of style! That’s exactly what I did, and Hauser must have liked it too because his little cock got really hard. Why do guys get hard whenever I fuck them in the ass with my strap-on dildos? Must be the prostate stimulation factor, I think.

I took my belt and proceeded to whip Hauser with it while fucking his ass with my strap-on dildo. He howled as I struck his face, his chest and even his balls with my ebony leather belt. I love to make a big man scream like a little bitch. Feeling a special spark of inspiration, I grabbed Hauser’s cock and balls, and twisted them anew. This time, the sound that came out of his lips was more than a scream or a squeal. It absolutely stunned me, because it sounded a lot like a canlı bahis siteleri death rattle. I stopped temporarily, and asked Hauser if he was okay. Hauser nodded, and told me that he felt great, then he urged me to continue. I was hesitant, to tell you the truth. I’ve seen stuff on the news about freak accidents resulting in weird, kinky deaths in BDSM scenarios gone wrong.

I don’t want to be that BDSM mistress you see being hauled away in handcuffs by the police on the news because she got accused of killing a sub during a session gone bad. Not me, thank you. Tyson Hauser looked me in the eyes and told me to resume fucking his ass. He thought he could handle whatever I threw at him. I nodded, and did just that. If he wants me to break him, then who am I to disagree? I raised Tyson’s big legs in the air and thrust my dildo deep into his ass. I resumed slamming my strap-on dildo up his ass and didn’t stop until I saw real agony in his face as tears pooled from his eyes. That’s when he yelled the safe word as loud as he could. Only then did I pull out of his ass.

I fixed a collar around Tyson’s neck while he lay there, panting. He’s officially my slave now. For life. I told Tyson that from now on, he was my slave. He nodded obediently, and told me he welcomed serving a dominant Black mistress like myself. I don’t usually deal with Black men in the world of BDSM because they can’t seem to take instruction from a Black mistress. They top from the bottom, they play games and they have trouble submitting. I told Tyson that I was giving him one chance to be my sub and one chance only. If he screwed up, he was a dead man. Tyson nodded, then gently kissed my feet. I smiled. Victory is mine today.

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I finally had the house to myself the Kids were gone at my mom’s for the weekend and my husband was out playing golf with the boys

It has been so long since I was alone this was going to be a perfectly peaceful . For the first part of the day I ran errands but that went unusually quick and I got back with plenty of time to spare.

I grabbed my book I’d been trying to read for months, a bottle of wine and a glass. I sat in the corner of the couch and started reading. Now this was the life. After the first few pages I noticed it was getting pretty warm. The sun shining in the windows this time of day was murder. So I decided to open the back door and put on something cooler.

I could put on my silk baby doll pajamas lay on the couch read my book and drink my wine. Now this is really the life. So that was what I did. I went up stairs and found the light purple sink shorts and top. I out them on and went back downstairs.

The cooler clothing didn’t seem to help to much Before long I was really hot. I took my shirt at the collar and began the lift it up and down try to fan cool air, I could feel sweat dripping between my breasts and down my chest, the cool air felt really good.

The under part of my arm bushed against my nipple and illegal bahis I could feel it getting hard. And the more I rubbed my arm against it the better it felt. I began to rub it a little harder and meaning to even more each time. Until I had let go of my shirt and ran my fingers around my breast. The feeling of the silk on my finger tips and the tingling in my nipples I couldn’t help but begin to rub with both hands.

I can do this now and not have to worry about anyone walking in. I was taking full advantage of this.

The more I rubbed my breast and down my stomach I could feel my fingers drifting lower and lower. First the bottom of my shirt, and then the top of the shorts. I ran my hands over my hips and down my thighs. On my way back up to my breasts My middle finger caught the top of my clit and I could feel that I was wet enough to have soaked through my shorts. As I rubbed both my hands up my stomach and grabbed each breast on my hands I squeezed them against me and pushed them towards my mouth. God I wish I could suck on my nipples. I imagined taking another woman’s breasts into my hands and suck them and rub them just like I liked it. I could myself straddling her leg and beginning to slowly rub wet pussy against her. I can feel her moving illegal bahis siteleri beneath me doing the same.

I could heat her breathing get faster and faster as we started grinding harder and harder. And moving my lips apart so that I can grind my clit against her.

By this time I had spread my legs and had one on top of the couch and the other one on the floor. My fingers slowly going inside me feels so good. As I am pushing my fingers deeper and deeper inside and grinding my hips in to my hand.

I can smell my husband’s cologne. He home early I bet he loved walking in on this. He must have sensed I was going to look up at him, because just then I felt his hand gently cover my eyes. I tried to stop but I had to keep going I was going to cum any second.

I picked up the pace rubbing my clit. When I could hear him unzipping his pants. As I began it put my fingers inside me again and rub my clit with the other, I could hear him just above my stoking himself. He whispered to me to keep my eyes closed and I felt him move over to the side of me kneeling down. I could hear his hand pounding against his body and the quiet moans every now and then. I felt him take my head and turn it towards him. And he rubbed against my cheek canlı bahis siteleri and lips. He had my head in one had and was stroking his cock on my face with the other. As he rubbed his cock around my lips I opened them just enough to rub my tongue against the tip and wrap my lips around the very top. Kissing it. He slowly put it in my mouth just a little farther each time. Until he let go and grabbed my head with both hands. I could feel his hands guiding is cock deeper and deeper in my mouth until he was fucking my mouth with his cock. His moans got a little louder and his breathing a little deeper until I could feel his cum in my mouth. He kept cumming and cumming. Until I heard his final long release breath. God that really had me hot and very wet. He moved and sat on the table but I wasn’t done yet. I had held on for so long that it didn’t take but a few strokes until I came so hard I began to feel cum all over my thighs.

I had done this before with him but never myself had I done this. When I had finally recovered from the best orgasm I had ever had I opened my eyes and no one was there. Had he left, were was he? I called out to him but no answer. I went upstairs to jump in the shower maybe that was where he was. But he wasn’t there, back down stairs I had walked around the corner to see the front door was ajar. That was weird I didnt hear him go out. I looked out front and didn’t see his truck. Nor had I heard it. This was very weird. He wasnt supposed to be home until 6:30 or so and it was only 3.

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I used to live in a small town of the South. The local law-enforcement officers were the sheriff and his deputy. A friend of mine had told me that the sheriff was in the habit of arresting people for no apparent reason. He locked them up at the police station; some would be released the following morning, while others would be brought to court for trial. The strangest thing of all was that they were all men.

One night, as I was walking in an empty street, a police car approached me. It was the sheriff and his deputy.

“Sir, you are kindly requested to get in the car,” said the deputy.

When I got in, the sheriff informed me that it was just a routine check. A few minutes later, we arrived at the station. When we went inside, the sheriff sat on his desk and said:

“Here’s the deal: either you do what you’re told or you will be charged with resisting arrest and possession of illegal drugs…”

“This is outrageous!” I yelled.

“Stop shouting and think about it. If you follow orders, you will be released in the morning.”

I knew that he meant what he said, so I decided to go along with them.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” I said.

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” said the sheriff, got up from his desk illegal bahis and approached me.

“Take off your clothes!” said the deputy.

“What? The deal’s off!” I screamed. Instantly, the deputy punched me in the nose. It hurt but it didn’t bleed. I undressed and stood there, facing the sheriff.

“Get on your knees!” said the deputy, hitting me with his truncheon in the stomach. I kneeled. I could barely breathe. The sheriff took off his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. His rod was already hard. All this violence turned him on. I lifted up my face and saw his cockhead. The sheriff slapped me in the face with it, a couple of times, and then he said:

“Suck that cock, boy!”

I realized that I was in no position to refuse. This was my only chance of being released in the morning. I grabbed his shaft and started licking his balls, one by one.

“Go on, milk my cockhead!” said the sheriff.

I hesitated for a moment. The deputy, who was standing behind me, shoved my head, pushing my open mouth over the sheriff’s dick. I started licking his cockhead but that was not enough. The sheriff grabbed me by the sides of the head and buried his cock in my mouth. He started fucking it ruthlessly. My lips moved up and down illegal bahis siteleri his thick rod. Moments later, he pulled out.

“Bend over the desk and stand still!” he said.

I realized what he was about to do and said:

“Be gentle, I’m virgin!”

“Looks like we hit the jack-pot, deputy!” said the sheriff. “Don’t worry, boy. You have the law on your side; your backside!” he exclaimed laughing.

Right away, he spat on his hand and rubbed his saliva around his cockhead. With one mighty push, he drove his shaft into my ass. It hurt in the beginning but soon the pain wore off. I thought that if I wanted this to end sooner than they intended, I should try to make them cum quick. Thus, I started shouting:

“Fuck my ass! Harder, harder!”

Reassured, the sheriff started pounding my hole real hard. He developed a powerful rhythm, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside my ass. Meantime, the deputy stood next to him, jerking off. The sheriff pulled out and said:

“Your turn, deputy!”

The deputy grabbed my waist and buried his dick in my asshole, pushing in every single inch of it, all at once.

“Fuck me with your big, hard, juicy cock!” I said.

The deputy was so horny he couldn’t canlı bahis siteleri control himself. He started fucking me hard and smacking my ass with his right hand. His balls slapped loudly against my cheeks, as his thrusts grew faster and faster.

“Let’s do some riding,” suggested the sheriff.

He lay down with his back on the floor and ordered me to sit on it with my ass facing him. I obeyed, landing on his thick tool that pierced my asshole for the second time. While the sheriff was fucking me real hard, enjoying the view of my tight ass being ravaged by his dick, the deputy was fucking my mouth. His balls slapped against my chin.

“Suck me dry!” said the deputy.

“Fuck my mouth! Give me your hot cum!” I said, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him forward, forcing him to fuck my mouth harder and faster. Meantime, the sheriff’s thrusts were getting faster; he was about to cum, so I said:

“I want you both to cum on my face!”

The sheriff pulled out and got up. Both men were jerking off, while I licked their balls. They came almost simultaneously. The sheriff’s cum covered my eyes and my nose, while the deputy shot his load on my lips. Both rubbed their cum on my face with their still-hard rods. I cleaned off their cocks.

“You’re free to go!” said the sheriff.

“Drop by any time you like. We really appreciate a tight ass!” said the deputy.

I got dressed and left. I couldn’t get their dicks out of my mind. Buttfuck wasn’t that bad after all!

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Sitting comfortably in her basement/dungeon, Ottawa’s premier dominatrix Madame Whitley looked at her submissive, Shane Johnson, as the big and tall, formerly masculine Black dude stepped out. Clad in a pink Tutu, blonde wig, crimson pantyhose and high heels, the brother was finally letting out his inner slut. For years, Madame Whitley struggled to help Shane, a macho Black guy from the island of Jamaica, who worked as a security guard in the City of Ottawa, acknowledge his hidden desires. Finally, the guy admitted the truth to himself.

About time, Madame Whitley thought to herself. As the only professional dominatrix of African descent in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, Madame Whitley had a diverse clientele. Still, Shane, or Stacy, as she called him now, was her only Black male sub. Cool. Born in the City of Kingston, Ontario, to a Jamaican immigrant father and a white Canadian mother, Joanne Whitmore Stanley, the woman now calling herself Madame Whitley, once worked as a schoolteacher before the world of BDSM caught her attention and irreversibly changed her life.

Basically, one day, Joanne Whitmore Stanley, a prim and proper professional who got her teaching degree from York University, got caught in a compromising position with Eric Stein, the Director of a certain elite private school in northern Ontario. The school faculty thought it unseemly and undignified that the lady who recently got the “Teacher of the Year” award was found in the basement, during school hours, spanking a colleague while he was bound and gagged. The lady in question was promptly fired, her career at that school, and the world of teaching, simply over.

After much soul searching, Joanne Whitmore Stanley decided to embrace her hidden passion for the world of BDSM. illegal bahis First she wrote a best-selling erotic book based on her collegiate sexual escapades, and did the book tour thing across North America. And then she set up shop in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, where she became the queen of the local BDSM community. Life had been sweet ever since.

Donning her favorite strap-on dildo, Madame Whitley ordered her Black male Sissy slut to get on his knees and suck it. Obediently, Shane/Stacy the Sissy did as he was told. Standing five-foot-nine, curvy and big-bottomed, with light brown skin and curly Black hair, Madame Whitley was a grand dame in more ways than one. Taming the male animal was her passion, one of her main reasons for living. And the lady was most definitely good at it.

Grinning, Madame Whitley rubbed Shane/Stacy the Sissy’s head patronizingly as she watched the Black male slut suck her strap-on dildo with gusto. Once she deemed the Sissy’s work satisfactory, Madame Whitley ordered the Sissy slut to get on all fours. Face down and ass up, that’s the way Ottawa’s favorite biracial dominatrix liked to fuck her male submissive sluts. The Black male Sissy slut held his hairy ass cheeks wide open as his coy mistress lubricated his hole with Aloe cream, and then pressed her strap-on dildo against his backdoor.

Madame Whitley grinned and gripped Shane/Stacy the Sissy’s hips as she thrust her strap-on dildo into the Black male Sissy slut’s backdoor. The deep gasp and profound sigh that escaped the Black male slut’s lips were all the reward that Madame Whitley needed. For ages Madame Whitley longed to not only completely dominate Shane Johnson, but the biracial dominatrix wanted to transform the macho Black male security guard illegal bahis siteleri into a Sissy, and not just any Sissy, her own personal bitch. Tonight, thank the Fates, Madame Whitley finally got her fondest wish.

Smacking Shane/Stacy the Sissy’s hairy Black ass for good measure, Madame Whitley thrust her dildo into the Black male slut’s ass, and buried it deep inside. Shane/Stacy the Sissy screamed like a real bitch, and it was absolutely sweet music to Madame Whitley’s ears.

Plowing into a Black man’s ass with a thick strap-on dildo had been Madame Whitley’s fantasy for ages. Black males were rare in the world of BDSM and the few that she’d met over the years were usually the dominant type, strictly seeking female submissive types. Madame Whitley enjoyed playing with submissive males of all colors, but minority guys were rare as fuck in the world of BDSM.

A year ago, Madame Whitley did a bondage and pegging session with a Saudi Arabian student named Mahmoud, and while it was a lot of fun showing this strict Muslim guy from a patriarchal society the joys of female domination, the guy only came back a few times. Apparently, Madame Whitley’s brand of domination was too much for the puritanical Muslim dude. The only other minority male sub that Madame Whitley dealt with was Marco Garcia, a supposedly happily married Hispanic guy from El Salvador who came to her because his Mexican-Canadian wife, Maria Sanchez, didn’t approve of his curiosity toward the world of fetish and BDSM.

Madame Whitley had fun showing the macho Hispanic dude who’s the boss, and delighted in tying him up, torturing his cock and balls, and then bending him over and stuffing his ass with her trusty strap-on dildo.

Marco Garcia proved to be a canlı bahis siteleri real screamer, and Madame Whitley still got turned on from time to time while remembering his screams. Still, no male sub, whether Hispanic, Arab or white, equalled a masculine Black male submissive in Madame Whitley’s book. To her, submissive Black men were the icing on the rarest of cakes. And Ottawa’s favorite biracial dominatrix definitely intended to savor this sweet treat.

Plunging her strap-on dildo into the forbidden depths of Shane/Stacy the Sissy’s asshole, Madame Whitley threw her head back and laughed as the Black male Sissy slut howled in pain mixed with the sweetest, foulest of pleasures. The Black male bitch screamed, but instead of begging for mercy, he/she begged the dominatrix for more of the same. And you know what? Madame Whitley was definitely happy to oblige.

After pounding Shane/Stacy the Sissy’s asshole mercilessly for an hour, Madame Whitley decided to switch things up. The gorgeous biracial dominatrix made her Black male slut lie down, and then squatted over his face. Grinning, Madame Whitley unleashed a jet of bright yellow urine upon Shane/Stacy the Sissy’s face, and the Black male slut happily drank it, delighted to taste his mistress sweet nectar. Thank you, Shane said happily, and Madame Whitley nodded understandingly.

Much later, Shane Johnson showered, and got dressed, paid Madame Whitley three hundred dollars for the ninety minutes of pain and delight she unleashed upon him, and then left. The tall, macho Jamaican brother had to get home, prepare for his business classes at the University of Ottawa and get tomorrow’s shift reports ready for the security team he supervised downtown. Oh, and he also had to call his pretty blonde wife Irene O’Dell, who was visiting her relatives in the City of Calgary, Alberta, with their sons Oliver and Omar. Just so they wouldn’t feel neglected. Everyone wears many hats in this world, and macho brothers from the Caribbean are no different.

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