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How did I get here? I mean, how did I get to this point in experiencing my deviant fantasies? How could I be this lucky?!
I knelt on my knees, leaning back on my ankles in the middle of the floor of the club. I couldn't stand. A pair of handcuffs had me secured firmly to the floor; one end of the cuff was fastened to the base of my balls, just behind the "A" ring of my chastity tube. The other half was locked onto an eyebolt mounted to the floor. My wrists were bound and fastened to the belt buckled to my waist.
I sat waiting for Donna and her friend Becky to return. Becky was giving Donna a tour of the club, and had secured me here so that they could finish the tour alone. I had been here for at least two hours, and finally I spotted them entering the main ballroom of the club, and walking towards me. The room was still crowded with other club members, mostly standing around talking, some engaged in various sex acts. My wife and her friend were not in any hurry, stopping and chatting with several couples that Becky wanted Donna to meet as they made their way to me. I could hear bits and pieces of their conversations over the noise of the crowd. Becky introduced one woman and told Donna something about "great head", then stopped and talked to a slender man, pointing out his long, slender penis and telling Donna that he was perfect if she decided she wanted to try anal.
They had finally made it to where I sat, and I was anticipating being released from my uncomfortable position on the floor. Just as Donna was beginning to talk to me Becky pulled her away, walking her past me, "Lamont!" Lamont, come over here, baby! I've got some fresh meat for you!" I heard a deep male voice answer Becky with a laugh. Apparently he had just come into the club. They were standing a few feet behind me, so that I could easily hear the conversation, but couldn't see anything. I could tell that Becky was excited, "Lamont, this is Donna. She and her "hubby" are new to the club. Donna, THIS is Lamont." "Lamont" and Donna exchanged pleasantries, then Becky continued, "Can she see it? You aren't gonna believe this Donna, it's the biggest I've ever seen. Come on darlin' drop those drawers and let her see it!"
I could hear him chuckle softly, then the rustle of his pants being lowered. Then I heard Donna gasp in shock and say, "Oh, My God!" I tried to crane my neck around so that I could see what she was viewing. I made it far enough to see, but then I quickly turned back around. I didn't want to look. Almost like when you see a cop car at an intersection and refuse to look at it, subconsciously thinking that you will summon them to yourself if you do. And I definitely did not want to summon what I saw to come looking for me! I closed my eyes.
What I had caught a glimpse of was a very large black man, at least six foot, four inches tall, and well muscled over his entire body. His arms and his legs rippled with muscles and his stomach had a very well defined six pack. But what scared me was what hung flaccid from his groin. Extending from a thick patch of pubic hair was a mocha colored cock. Hell, the term cock didn't do it justice! What would you call it? It had been as thick around as a soda can, and although completely soft, its head had swung just below his knees. That head was even more big around than the rest of it, and the slit in the end of it was longer across than my cock was around. I heard Donna, "Oh wow! It feels so good! I can't get my hands around it! Do you really get this inside women?"
"Yes, baby. I'll take my time with you and you'll love it. But we should save that for later, ok?"
