PART ONE
MY FIRST BDSM PLAY. FUN WITH JEROME
I was 19 years old and in my first year of college when I attended a large house party where I really didn't know anyone. Somebody gave me a rum and coke which went to my head pretty quickly as I didn't drink. I sat down next to an older black guy named Jerome, who I later learned was 37 years old.
We began chatting about a variety of things including our childhoods. Jerome remarked that if he misbehaved, he would end up pants down over his father's knee. He asked me if my father had ever spanked my bare bottom. I told him no but a neighbor had.
This piqued Jerome's curiosity and given that I was now on my second rum and coke I gave him a full account of how my neighbor, Mr. Harris, caught me in his backyard with no pants on and how embarrassing it was when I came while he was spanking me.
Jerome asked me if I liked it when Mr. Harris spanked me and I was honest and said not at the time but afterwards I realized I did like it. He 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 that I look younger than my age. He remarked that I had a small petite build and that he would love to be able to spank and dominate me. Again, feeling the effects of two rum and cokes, I told him that might be fun and 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. He called me his "Little White Faggot Sex Slave". I told him I wasn't a faggot.
Jerome said, "When you're here with me you are, and I own your little white ass."
I had never done anything like this, but I had already decided it might be fun to be dominated by Jerome. 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 was some things he wanted to do, left the room and then returned with a bowl of warm water, razor, shaving cream and a towel. He told me that I didn't have much in the way of body hair but he wanted to shave my pubic hair and butt to make me look even younger.
I let them do it without argument and found that it was an extremely erotic experience. He put a locking collar and leash on me and gave me of extremely sensual spanking by this time my cock was hard and dripping.
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. He had a rubber O-ring that he slipped over my cock and balls which made me even harder. By this time, I was dripping like crazy and he said he wanted to watch me cum.
He ordered me masturbate while he swatted my butt with his paddle. I lost control and shot my load. 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 wasn't going to 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 to date. I knew I wanted more and I asked him if we could do it again. 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 and always be spanked numerous times and was ordered to do household chores.
When my pubic hair started growing back, he would shave me again. He also started giving me enemas because he had started using a butt plug and dildo on me, because I still resisted letting him put his cock in me.
As time passed, he introduced more BDSM elements into our play. Sometimes he would put a butt plug in me and would restrain me when he was employing corporal punishment.
He increased his inventory of implements to include different weights of paddles, canes, floggers, switches and one particularly nasty little 14-inch piece of fan belt. For this 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, "Never again I can't stand that."
Eventually Jerome moved into bondage. I found the sense of helplessness and vulnerability wildly erotic.
Jerome was creative. It was summertime and he came up with His favorite BDSM activity was what he called his water torture. His backyard had 8-foot-tall wooden fence around it. I would be blindfolded, gagged 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 so that I was impaled.
In front of me a pulsating sprinkler was aimed so the water directly hit my cock and balls. He ordered me not to cum until he gave me permission, which was an order, I was never able to 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 30 minutes or more before I came. Because the water would continue to impact my cock and balls after I came, I was also subjected to post orgasm torment as well.
The physical torment was also coupled with extreme psychological torture in terms of fear of exposure. There was a back gate that went out to the alley that he left unlocked and there was about a 4-inch gap on each side of the gate.
I would be out there totally helpless, under the most humiliating of circumstances with full knowledge that anyone walking down the alley could easily look in and see me. Being blindfolded I had no way of knowing if I was being watched.
I would find myself thinking, what if someone saw this and called the cops. We were in black neighborhood in the South and perverted sexual activity between a young white boy and a black man would not play well. From time to time I would hear a car driving down the back alley. Whenever that happened my internal panic scale would be off the charts, triggering 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 added appreciably to my feelings of helplessness and vulnerability.
If I failed to obey his order and came without permission, he would punish me by taking a wet switch to my bare butt. Often my butt would be covered with red stripes.
Jerome's water torture always resulted in two things. Extreme physical and psychological torment and the greatest degree of eroticism I ever experienced in my life.
