**** To be continued…….. I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my neck. My hands were free for all the good it did me – the pov collar was not too tight, and there was a chain of, ample length and the soft fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate touch, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an array of hooks and unusually shaped furniture and what looked like a anal cross, ass to mouth and phallic sextoys (dildos in simpler terms) - I could move freely, but the collar and chain were steel and the chain was securely bolted to my collar and the wall – I wasn’t going anywhere past the length of the chain anytime soon. there was what looked like a jail cell-style toilet, a drain in the center and sorta weirdly a king-sized four poster bed – quite feminine in its appearance: frilly and fluffy pink pillows and quilt The last thing I remembered was smoking from a pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips ,twin brothers I knew from school. And drinking a coke they had told me had ass fuck a little rum in it. We had become friendly in a kind of a weird way. They were juniors and varsity football players -all conference running backs already being seriously recruited by Big 10 programs. I was a freshman and not a fatty or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball in the spring, but I didn’t have the size for football, although I liked it and on our neighborhood games Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their teams when he had played touch as younger kids in the neighborhood and had praised my hands catching passes in the games we usually won – it didn’t bother me at all that they had to take me to ‘even the sides’ since they were both so good, and since I was better than most guys thought we almost always won. I guess that it also didn’t hurt that I didn’t have any reservations about them being black, while, although for the most part they kept it quiet, considering that the McPhillips twins were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even most, of the guys in our neighborhood did, and looked down on them racially. I don’t know how else to say it, but where we lived, a more or less exclusively white community, there was a quiet, politely expressed, racism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle expressions of if not exactly racism, then at least racial contempt. Let my just put it this way – I knew a lot of guys, and some chicks too, who would not have dared to call them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their backs. I got called nigger-lover plenty, since, because, while with our age difference, me being so much younger, I couldn’t really call them friends, I did respect and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their home, which was just around the corner from my own and strongly considered them to be good guys. Anyway, that is how I, a white boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two older, more athletic black guys living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white neighborhood I grew up in. After what seemed like hours, but probably was deepthroat not that long, a black guy I had never seen before came in,, his face looked similar to Dannell’s and Darnell’s but older, not as lean and, for lack of a better word, harder. I need to admit – he had a half a foot and at least 60 pounds on me, so I did not John Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could have struggled, I didn’t see much future in trying that anyway, since, near the collection of dildos, I saw shackles, manacles, and handcuffs, but I did manage to demand ‘who are you?’ James-----Oh, come on……jump behind me on my cycle. “Okay, let's learn foreplay,” she said, grinning at me. Too loud. One of the ideas we had was for Ryan to show me around the neighbourhood by cycling. I turned away from him as I pushed the jeans down my hips. “N...no. Sir?” “If you met him, you’d agree. feel free to join them. "Just hold your bear baby and keep your eyes on me.." Your the perfect size woman for me! He said. I moved my cock down to Mrs. Kang's pussy, sliding across her rump down to her thick bush. I couldn't see well enough to know exactly where Ava was in relation ass to ass fuck mouth to the naga. “I love feeling my queen's pussy spasming around me.” Shaking my head, I suddenly clapped my hands together making the ball start to grow smaller and smaller. “Really? It wasn't right. "Nice job man." “What the fuck did you say?” Harry repeated, but this time his voice sounded distant, and was filled with fear and anxiety. When I caught them, she offered to let me so I wouldn’t tell you. She was still trying to prove that she could fight deepthroat him. I just smile and go back to looking out the window. The young man was routinely transferred to x-ray where the skull fracture is confirmed. "Damn! "Please, let pov me cum!" He chuckled, “By all means.” “You handled that well Daisy, are you okay?” It was how I learned my mom wanted to do things with me. Then this morning, when anal Ramona wanted to have a romp with me, Mom suggested the blindfold and handcuffs. Ryan lingered around and on (and in) her pussy.