He thought of barely-literate ghetto dwellers, unemployed and smoking weed, with enormous, hard black cocks exploding with potent Black sperm in his insatiable asshole and his cock throbbed. Their first destination was what looked like a classroom with a blackboard and desks from primary school. As he stepped through the threshold, he saw five other white men sitting at tiny desks, filling out paperwork.
Almost as if choreographed, they all looked up simultaneously, sized up their competition, and nervously looked down again, as if to pretend that they were filling out job applications for a coveted, high-paid, executive position.
They were signing endless disclaimers and filling out questionnaires. At the head of the classroom Think Twice - Soul Radics - Down To The Hall a long table where three very beautiful Black women were seated. The entire operation was like a well-oiled assembly line with submissive white men being the finished product. First, Donald was instructed to pay the balance of his fee and make any additions or changes to his previous online selections. He had initially chosen the one-week plantation experience with both male and female dominants but being stared down by the Black female across the table from him, he felt intimidated and at the last second, for no good reason, opted for two weeks and as quietly as possible asked if he could use his phone to make the transaction complete.
As he moved down the line he was told that he would be giving up all of his possession, including his cell phone, his identification, and all of his belongings. He placed his wallet, his keys, his phone and whatever money he had in his pockets in an overnight express envelope that was pre-labeled with his home address on it and it was sealed and dropped in a bin with about a dozen other similar looking packages. His luggage was taken from him and opened and the contents examined in front of the room.
Everything was thrown away. Even his suitcase. The young man dumped everything in a huge, gray, industrial trash bin and Donald was instructed to move down to the final young lady.
At no point after entering the event space did Donald have the desire to stop, go back, or change his mind. He was invested. Electricity coursed through his body and the entire experience was erotic, even if nothing sexual had happened yet.
The last young lady at the table was responsible for explaining all the forms. There were a stack of papers two inches thick that he was supposed to read and sign before he could proceed.
Donald initialed and signed every place that was highlighted, really only reading the last paragraphs above the signature lines fully, briefly skimming the rest of the documents. The last packet of papers were to be given to his future Увертюра На Темы Трех Русских Песен - М. Балакирев*, Евгений Светланов* - Тамара / Увертюра На Темы and he was to fill out what seemed like hundreds of questions about past experiences, fantasies, fetishes, proclivities, skills, talents, and extremely personal, private inquires.
Moving to one of the schoolroom desks, he started filling out the endless questions. Just as he got settled, the door to the room opened and another white man entered. How many bowel movements did he have in a week, how often did he ejaculate, how much did he ejaculate, did he have prostate issues, had he ever had hemorrhoids, could he maintain an erection without ED meds?
The questions had no boundaries. Donald was mortified. With each question he became more and more aroused. The more personal and invasive the question, the more he became aroused. He tried to quantify how much pain he thought he could handle on a scale of without exaggerating and without making himself unappealing to potential buyers. It was all dizzying. When he had finished, Donald, stood to take his completed packets to the front and the male immediately yelled at him to sit the fuck down, in no uncertain terms.
It was as if lightning had hit his body. Donald realized that all his rights had been signed away and that he had forfeited everything, even the right to stand and sit when he pleased. His mind reeled at the concept and it aroused him in a place that he had never experienced before.
Not only was he going to be a slave, he was going to be a slave to actual descendants of slaves. He was going to be subjected to tortures and punishments by individuals who had every right to seek sadistic and cruel revenge against white men who had historically done more evil than he had ever thought to imagine. The fact that he was white and had all the privileges that having white skin and a penis in this society would afford him seemed to be all they cared about. In his lifetime, Donald had been subjected to treatment by white men, sadists, that was beyond perverted, that was sick and truly fucking twisted.
Donald was too privileged, too enmeshed in the fallacy of white supremacy to even grasp the implications. All he could think about was his voracious need to be gangbanged by Black men and being a toilet for Black women. All he could think about were his own sick fantasies. Once all the papers were completed, once everyone had finished, the seven white men were all instructed to follow the young Black man to another destination.
They walked calmly through the majestic stone halls and up a grand staircase where they were ushered into a large room that was completely empty; the only real feature that the space offered were the spectacular views of the historic city. Inside the room were five other white men who had made themselves comfortable, or at least as comfortable as they could be, seated on the cold, tiled floor.
The door, slammed unceremoniously behind them, was locked from the outside and almost immediately, a few of the others started making small talk. They were nervously asking questions and making introductions. Donald, never one to stand out, remained a little more protective of his Think Twice - Soul Radics - Down To The Hall information than a few of the Niente A Vedè - Enzo Avitabile - O-Issa seemed to be.
It was not long before Donald had to go to the bathroom. There was no restroom and he was a victim of a weak bladder that had to be emptied frequently. Tvůj Scénář - Charlie The Bomber - Jenom Půl of the other men noticed his predicament and slid next to him to whisper that there was a bucket in the corner that they had taken to be what they were supposed to us to relieve themselves.
As if by unspoken code, everyone turned their backs and pretended not to see or hear the urine collecting in the bucket. The smell was not as easy to ignore as the strong yellow piss mixture created a rancid odor.
As the evening wore on, hunger set in. The setting sun created a magnificent backdrop to the cityscape with Dave Grusin - The Champ Original Motion Picture Soundtrack beautiful hues of orange and purple. A few of his roommates were not as willing to remain silent and they started banging on the door, demanding food, demanding that someone tell them what was going to happen.
They tried to open the windows; they started to get agitated, irritated, and annoyed. As the lights of the city night illuminated the skyline, it was apparent that they were not going to get any food or answers and Donald took off his shirt to make a makeshift pillow out of it as he lay on the floor. With only minutes of sleep, morning came none too soon. While the city was still sleeping, the door unlocked and a different Black man this time, an older, much larger and menacing one called the name Ted and one of the men stood nervously.
As the door shut behind him, Think Twice - Soul Radics - Down To The Hall others came alive with nervousness and anticipation. Donald maneuvered his way to one of the windows and used the sill as a seat and he glanced nervously at the guy named Mark and they whispered about what they thought might be happening. This is the true slave experience. Real slaves were starved to death, they were made to sleep on floors, they were transported and held captives with no explanation, and they were sold like cattle.
Several men had to use the bucket to shit and the stench became even more oppressive as everyone pretended to be oblivious. As the morning wore on, one by one, the door opened and another name was called. Seemingly they were being called in the order of their arrival which meant Donald was the next to last to be called. When it was down to he and John, and the door opened, he had tried to smooth his wrinkled shirt out and he was ready to move to the next phase, whatever that would be.
As it turned out, the next phase was a medical examination. Stripped of all his clothing, with nothing on but a hospital gown, Donald was led into yet another corral-type room where his fellow slaves were waiting for him as before, all in blue or white gowns that no one even attempted to tie to hide their buttocks.
When everyone had finished their medical exam, it was then a Black woman with a clipboard entered the room. She seemed to be in control of the entire operation. A few are leather daddies but the vast majority are Black female Dommes who are looking for white men who are not playing online games and making empty promises. Mostly, they are lifestyle Dommes who enjoy the lifestyle for personal reasons. Get it? Got it? What they did have to offer was beautiful young bodies.
They were smooth, their skin taught and tanned, their muscles rippled as evidence of working out. Donald immediately thought of himself in his younger days, how he could have competed with any of them, of how he was the object of lust who could easily tempt men with his boyish charm and looks.
His present demeanor made him. That feeling stirred arousal within him and thusly, created a conflict within him. By then, all the white men were all but starving and Donald spoke up and meekly asked about food.
The woman calmly responded by saying that they would get food later. It was several hours later and they were fed, but it could hardly be called Think Twice - Soul Radics - Down To The Hall.
They were served on metal prison plates a meal of oatmeal and fat back, a greasy piece of pork product that might have had a trace of meat if one were to look very closely or if one were to have a very vivid imagination. Without any utensils, Donald scooped up the bland, nutrition-less, goop with his fingers and fed himself. Having no taste or flavor it still tasted like a gourmet meal with him having gone far more than 24 hours without any food. It burned going down and tasted like the dregs of the bottom of the barrel.
Within an hour, all twelve men were completely intoxicated. At the dawn of their second Saturn - The Evil Tambourines - Library Nation there, Donald could hear the makings of a party downstairs. Intoxicated, Donald tried to figure out a strategy to get purchased. He was trying to figure out how to stand out, how to make himself more appealing.
His planning was interrupted as several Black men, all ones he had never seen before, entered their room with buckets of water Just Aint No Love - The Young-Holt Unlimited* - Soulful Strut bars of lye soap that smelled liked disinfectant.
The water was freezing cold and they had no washcloths or towels and the Black men seemed to be amused by their predicament as the white men tried to clean themselves and make themselves presentable.
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The witching hour was nigh. The woman with the clipboard came in, this time dressed wearing an elegant gold evening gown, and she gave details of what was going to happen. There was going to be an inspection period where the invited guests would be able to examine, question, and scrutinize them in any way they wanted.
The men were stripped naked and given a hit of poppers, the effects of which combined with the Epiklesis - Deathspell Omega - Paracletus immediately. The final insult was that they were all chained together with heavy leg irons that left little room for movement. In the grand opera hall, opulent and elegant, the white men stood on the stage like they were about to face a firing squad.
Donald tried not to look at any faces in the crowd, rather, he hung his head in shame. The Black men who were present all pulled their dicks out and demanded oral sex from the submissives they were interested in. For Donald, seeing all the sexual activity going on around him flipped the switch in his brain that signaled his love of depravity. Some slaves were fucked like dogs from behind, without even seeing the face of their penetrators.
Donald was neither required to give oral sex or offer his asshole for use by any of the potential buyers. He stood there, feeling insecure, and again wishing that this type of event had existed in his younger years, as a few people slapped his nuts and looked in his mouth like they were buying a horse. The bidding began.
Even though the room was filled with hundreds, the participants were only allowed to bid on the white men who matched their specific offerings: Dommes with dungeons were only allowed to bid on those white men who requested that specifically and so on, so the number diminished quickly of potential buyers who had actual property that could be used as a plantation.
The youngest two were up for auction first. They both were to be matched with dominants who wanted household domestics, servants, sexual playthings for Black Dommes wanting a boy toy and there was a bidding frenzy for them.
In the age of technology, bids were made by phone and the amounts were posted on large screens around the room. They seemed proud of themselves. The next group to bid were the dominants with dungeons. Of the four remaining whites, Donald was feeling pessimistic about his chances of being purchased for the evening.
He would have to go home, dejected and inconsolable. This was his one shot. In the privacy of his own home, Donald routinely behaved in shameful and disgusting ways in his relentless pursuits of the ultimate in degenerate acts. This was no time to hold back. Now, he could truly be called a slave. Donald was given a burlap sack, literally, a bag made from jute with two holes cut for his arms to wear, and he was ushered into a van out a back door of the building.
Seated on a bench, Donald waited. One by one, the remaining three plantation slaves were loaded in the van and they were again chained together with heavy leg irons and chains that seemed to weigh even more now that the effects of the alcohol and poppers had worn off a bit. It was only a fleeting thought; he was more concerned with what sexual thrills might lie ahead of him.
At some point in the middle of the night, the vehicle arrived at its destination and they were herded out of the van and into the night air. All the slaves were immediately divested of their sacks and they were to remain naked for the duration of their stay.
If at any time a Dominant wanted to use or abuse them sexually, their genitals were to be easily accessible at all times. Half expecting to be led to their sleeping quarters, the slaves were introduced to their new owners. There were three men and three women.
They had on expensive designer suits Members Of Gay Day (Mix 1) - Citizen - Members Of Gay Day were groomed to perfection. They certainly would do, however, as Think Twice - Soul Radics - Down To The Hall all sported enormous erections that looked dangerous and lethal.
Mistresses Alana, Anntia, and Raquel were dressed well but it was not their clothing that captivated Donald. They were dressed exactly how you would expect a professional Domme to look, tight black leather skirts and boots and skimpy tops that barely held their ample breasts and hard, bulging muscles accessorized their ensembles. They looked like they could crush him like a bug if they wanted to.
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