I was nineteen years old, and in my first year of college, I attended a large house party where I didn’t know anyone. Somebody gave me a rum and coke, which quickly went to my head as I didn’t drink. I sat down next to an older black guy named Jerome, who I later learned was thirty-seven years old.We began chatting about a variety of things, including our childhoods. Jerome remarked that he often found himself bare bottom over his father’s knee if he misbehaved.I told Jerome that there was an event that culminated in my desire to be spanked by men during my eighteenth year of life. Before that year, I had no experience with spanking.This revelation piqued Jerome’s curiosity. He asked for more details.I related my first experience that year when I engaged in exposure play. At night I would go out bare below the waist. A neighbor, Mr. Harris, caught me. He said, “Your choice, a spanking or the police.” So, naturally, I opted for the spanking, which sexually aroused me, causing me to ejaculate.A few months later, in my PE class, the coach gave me five swats for throwing a baseball bat, almost striking another student. All I had on was thin cotton gym shorts and a jockstrap. On the third swat, I had an orgasm.Jerome said I liked it, which is true. However, Jerome surprised me when he said he always thought it would be fun to be able to dominate and spank a young white boy.He came right to the point and told me he would love to be able to spank and dominate me. Feeling the effects of now two rum and cokes, I told him that might be fun. We ended up leaving the party and going to his house.When we got there, he didn’t waste any time and ordered me to take off my clothes which gave me an erection. He called me his “Pretty Little White Boy.” He complimented me on my slight petite build, longer-than-average hair, and small, cleanly shaved endowment.I told Jerome no one had ever referred to me as being pretty. He surprised me with his response. “You are pretty. Dressed in the right clothes, you could easily pass for a girl. I get the best of both worlds.”I glanced in a mirror and noted that marked contrast between Jerome and myself. I was only 5′ 6” tall and 120 pounds. Jerome was over six feet tall and outweighed me by almost 100 pounds. Compared to Jerome’s classical masculine appearance, I appeared effeminate.Jerome said, “Here are the rules, and they are absolute. First, any play we engage in is completely voluntary and consensual on your part. You do not have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. You will have a safeword. If you say that safeword, I will immediately stop whatever we are doing and wherever we may be playing. If you say things such as, “Please No More,” I won’t stop. Do you understand?” I told Jerome I understood.He told me to pick an uncommon word. I said, “ZEBRA.” Jerome laughed, “Black and white. I love it. What a great choice.”Jerome told me that he hoped I would cooperate and assume a submissive role as much as possible as this would make it more fun.”When you’re Ankara bayan escort here with me, I own your little white ass. You will obey all my orders and submit to all my demands. From now on, you will address me as Sir. I will address you as Boy.”I had never done anything like this, but I had already decided it might be fun to be dominated by Jerome. So, I said, “Okay, I’ll be that for you when we’re together.”Jerome smiled, “As long as you are a good boy, remember your place and obey me. I’ll give you what you want.”He told me there were some things he wanted to do, left the room, and returned with a bowl of warm water, a razor, shaving cream, and a towel.He told me he liked that my cock and balls were shaved, but he also wanted to shave off all of my remaining body hair.I let him do it without argument and found it an erotic experience. After that, Jerome put a locking collar and leash on me.Then, he led me into a back room and restrained me over what he called a spanking frame.He gave me of extraordinarily long and sensual spanking. By this time, my cock was hard and dripping. He teased me unmercifully, playing with my cock, balls, and butt. He put clothespins on my balls and used a lightweight flogger on me. I begged him to let me cum, but he denied me that pleasure.It was more than I could handle, and I cried out as I ejaculated. Jerome said, “I didn’t give you permission to cum. You’re going to be punished and learn to obey.” He took a green switch to my butt. It wasn’t sensual.”I pleaded for him to stop, promising to be a “good boy” and obey.He ordered me to go in and clean up his kitchen, and he would swat my bare butt with a paddle when I didn’t do it to his satisfaction. Then, he had a rubber O-ring that he slipped over my cock and balls, making me even harder. Finally, I was dripping like crazy, and he said he wanted to watch me cum. Having already ejaculated, this was difficult to do.He ordered me to masturbate while he swatted my butt with his paddle. Finally, I lost control and again ejaculated. He then said it was his turn, and he bent me over the arm of the chair and started rubbing his cock up and down my butt crack. I was worried because I had already told him I wouldn’t suck his cock or let him fuck me.I said, “Please, don’t put it in.” He told me not to worry that it wouldn’t happen now but might sometime in the future. When he came, all that hot cream felt so good.That evening was the most erotic experience I had ever had. I never got close to saying zebra. I knew I wanted more, and I asked Jerome if we could do it again. After that, he would order me over to his house at least once a week and sometimes more often.He would vary our activities, but I would always be naked, wearing the cock ring and collar, spanked numerous times, and was ordered to do household chores. Jerome loved to torment me sexually.When my pubic hair started growing back, he would shave me again. He also started giving me enemas because he had begun using Escort bayan Ankara a butt plug and dildo on me. After all, I still resisted letting him put his cock in me.As time passed, he introduced more BDSM elements, including bondage. Again, I found the sense of helplessness and vulnerability wildly erotic. Sometimes he would put a butt plug in me and restrain me when he employed corporal punishment.He increased his inventory of implements to include different weights of paddles, canes, floggers, switches, and one particularly nasty little fourteen-inch piece of a fan belt.I would have to hold my butt cheeks spread apart so he could use it on my asshole. It was brutal. After the first hit, I jumped up and said,’ I can’t stand that.” I got six more with the fan belt, and Jerome announced it would be his “punishment implement. I didn’t say it, but zebra was on my lips.Many times, our play was simple. He would sit on the couch and watch TV with me naked over his lap. I might be there for two hours while he spanked me, played with my cock and balls, and put his fingers up my butt for a prostate massage. I would be going out of my mind, but I always asked permission to cum. I didn’t want the fan belt used on me.Jerome was creative. It was summertime, and he came up with his favorite BDSM activity, which he called water torture.His backyard had an eight-foot-tall wooden fence around it. I would be blindfolded and cuffed with my hands behind my back.He would hook a rope to my cock ring and tie it over a tree limb. My ankles would be tied to stakes in the ground to inhibit movement.He had a dildo mounted on a longer stake that he would put in my butt, impaling me.In front of me, a pulsating sprinkler sprayed a stream of water which hit my cock and balls. Although Jerome always ordered me not to cum until he permitted me. With water torture, I could never obey. The constant impact of the water caused irritation and a tremendous amount of uncontrollable sexual stimulation, which would cause me to lose control and cum.Sometimes it would take thirty minutes or more before I came. In addition, there was unbearable post-orgasm torment because the water would continue to impact my cock and balls after I ejaculated.In addition to physical torment, there was extreme psychological torment with fear of exposure. The alley gate was unlocked, and there was about a four-inch gap on each side of the gate.My mind focused on being helpless, under the most humiliating of circumstances, with full knowledge that anyone walking down the alley could look in and see me. Being blindfolded, I had no way of knowing if anyone was watching me.I would think, what if someone saw me and called the cops. We were in a black neighborhood in the South, and perverted sexual activity between a young white boy and a black man would not play well.I would hear a car driving down the back alley from time to time. I always thought cops, my internal panic scale, would be off the charts, triggering Bayan escort Ankara an immediate and intense orgasm.During the time this was going on, Jerome would never say a word, so I didn’t even know if he was present or not. Knowing that I might be alone appreciably increased my feelings of helplessness and vulnerability.Jerome’s water torture always resulted in three things. Physical and psychological torment, extreme eroticism, and red welts on my butt for ejaculating without permission.One evening a male friend came over, and I cooked dinner and served them while naked. Then, standing up at the end of the table, I had to eat with my cock on the table while they caressed me.After doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, Jerome let his friend put clothespins on my balls and try out all the spanking implements.By the time he had finished, my butt was burning and incredibly sore, and I had tears. Finally, his friend used a dido on me. This was the first time I had two men dominate me simultaneously.Jerome announced, “It’s time for you to learn to suck cock and take it up the butt” In my heart, I knew this day would eventually come, but I didn’t think it would involve a third party.Jerome said, “You’re going to suck my cock, and then I’m going to fuck you while he watches,” I considered it and decided to comply. That evening I learned the true meaning of submission.Despite all of our past activities, I experienced a sense of total emotional surrender when I kneeled in front of Jerome and took his hard black cock in my mouth. I wouldn’t say I liked it, but it caused me to become erect. Jerome was pleased with my reaction.Jerome pulled me up and bent me over the table. Knowing what was coming, I felt an even greater sense of sexual surrender, submission to my Master. Then, with the head of his cock pressing against my sphincter, I began to quiver and hyperventilate. Then, as he pushed through, I felt a flash of pain followed by a beautiful fullness.Surprisingly, I lost my erection, but I was milked with his cock pressing against my prostate. It was an incredible sensation. Unfortunately, it didn’t last very long. Jerome cried out as he ejaculated inside me. Then, he pulled out and felt his semen leaking out. I can’t speak for women, but I did not doubt that semen leaking out of the butt of a young boy was most certainly a badge of submission.Then I got another surprise. Jerome’s friend dropped to his knees, took my small limp cock into his mouth, and brought me to orgasm.We always played at Jerome’s house, but he told me we were going to Swingers/ BDSM club that evening. I had no idea that there was such a thing, but I was intrigued.Jerome dressed in black leather. My outfit consisted of a pair of black motorcycle boots and a black leather vest. That was it. He put on my collar, leash, cock ring and locked my wrists behind my back with leather cuffs. Next, he draped a long leather coat over my shoulders to cover my nudity.Jerome reminded me that I could use my safeword at any time.After entering, Jerome removed my coat. The packed room suddenly went silent. Looking around, I immediately knew why. Everyone in there was Black. Judging by dress most were into BDSM. So here I was, a near-naked, skinny, nineteen-year-old white boy. My heart started racing. What was Jerome thinking?