LaMar and Leon (what Just Happened part 2)

After ‘Master’ left me chained there, in what you would have to call and I now realized was a dungeon, I started to panic. I had not wanted to and had been able to avoid dealing with thinking about what master had subjected me to, fucking my ass and not just making me suck on his huge cock, but swallow his cum and then thank him for using me that way. But now left alone, still chained to the floor, the reality was starting to sink in. How was I going to get out and what had happened to my friends I had been drinking with – were they in on it? Had they been drugged too? Where were they? If they weren’t in on it, how had ‘Master’ gotten me into the dungeon from their house?

And even more troubling, had I really enjoyed sucking and getting ass-fucked by a dangerous, violent guy who had taken me by force and slapped me around? And had I really enjoyed the sensation of his spurt into my throat and the taste of it? Actually, what was troubling was that I had enjoyed it. As scared as I had been then and still was now. I kept coming back to that. It had not been quite my fantasy of how I might someday get some dick in me or what I would have chosen myself, but it had been authentic, long, thick, African Dark Brown Snake and even with the humiliation of having been raped like a drunk cheerleader on prom night, it and the delicious spurt it had delivered had been exquisitely thrilling. I had just always fantasized about a more consensual experience, actually, I had fantasized about being, for lack of a better word, the seductress, not a victim.

The whole situation was disturbing enough that it was preventing me from focusing on the real problem, namely. was I ever gonna get out of here or more importantly out of here alive.

I decided to recheck the shackles and collar and bolt -but they were as solidly attached as they had been last night.

It was a little chillier than was comfortable with no clothes on, I inspected the cabinets that were next to the bed and did find some clothes but only frilly girl’s clothes, mostly in pink. However, I did find one baby blue dress with sleeves, though the skirt sorta showed the bottom of my butt. Still, I was starting to almost shiver so I slipped into it and felt a little less chilled, but not much more clothed. I was feeling a little tired too, since I was not sure how much I had slept before I ‘met’ Master.

Feeliing the combination of chill, fear, and now hunger, despite the dress, which as really more sex prop than clothes, I also began to feel chilled,. To try to warm up I turned down the princess bed in the corner and found it was made with a blanket that seemed as if it would be a lot warmer than what I had on, so I climbed in. I didn’t think I could sleep under the circumstances, but lay down anyway and pulled the blankets over me. Despite the circumstances I eventually did fall asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I woke again to find another big, black man standing over me, unlike Master, he was dressed in normal street clothes and was, if anything even taller and better built.

I was immediately fearful, but somehow he didn’t fill me with the same apprehensi0on as Master had. I was afraid to speak, so didn’t.

“Cat got your tongue?” his voice was a mellifluent basso that reminded me of the performer, Paul Robeson, who I have heard some recordings of. He was about as handsome too, I

“No, sir.” He hadn’t demanded I address him as ‘Master’ so I did not, but figured a polite show of respect was the wisest course.

“Are you waiting for the boys?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Then what the fuck are you doing here?”

Not knowing what to say, I decided to say nothing.

“Hey, white boy, what’s going on here?”

“Sir, I woke up here like this, chained and naked a while ago after some guy slapped me around.and left me here,” I stammered, “I never saw him before in my life.” I was feeling enough humiliation and shame from the way ‘Master’ had slapped me around and used me that I did not mention the forced throating and ass-rape, I didn’t want to give him any ideas.. “I was freezing so I put on the dress trying to get warm, but when I started getting chilled again, I laid down in the bed to get warm.

“What did the guy look like?”

I described, ‘Master’ and he frowned.

“Do you know a pair of twins about your age?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Where you with them before you blacked out?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did the other guy make you suck his dick?”

I nodded and started to quiver a little, the trauma of the experience finally getting to me.

“Did he, did he fuck your ass?”

With that I broke down and started sobbing.