A Painful Lesson from Mr. Harris

Jerome My Black Master

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. He asked me if my father had ever spanked my bare bottom. I told him only once when I was eighteen.

I told Jerome that the coalescence of events 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.

I told Jerome about the only spanking from my father. My mother was at her service club to receive an award, and I didn't want to go. So all day, I whined, complained, and procrastinated getting ready. Finally, he told me to take a shower. Naked in front of the mirror, I started masturbating. Dad came in naked to take his shower. He was furious with me and lost control.

He dragged me over his lap and spanked me with his wood hairbrush. We both had erections, and when he pulled me off his lap, I ejaculated on him.

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. I was escorted back to the locker room and made to strip for my shower. Twenty-three of my classmates got a close-up view of my red butt, erect cock covered with semen and still dripping.

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 that I looked younger than my age. He remarked that I had a slight petite build and that 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. He called me his "Little White Sub." I didn't know what that meant.

Jerome said, "When you're here with me, you are, and 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 that I didn't have much 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 it an erotic experience. After that, Jerome e put a locking collar and leash on me. 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 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 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 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 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 14-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.

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 8-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 directly 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 30 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 torture in fear of exposure. The alley gate was unlocked, and there was about a 4-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 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 two things. Extreme physical and psychological torment and a significant degree of eroticism.

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. His friend used a dido on me.

Jerome announced, "It's 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 an S&M club one evening. I had no idea that there was such a thing. 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.

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, all the submissives were female. So here I was, a naked, skinny, nineteen-year-old white boy. I was scared; my heart started racing. What was Jerome thinking?

Jerome pushed me forward, and a few seconds later, the room erupted into applause. My presence was a pleasant surprise. However, I soon learned that my presence also brought out the dominant side of many submissive women, which pleased their male Masters. At the time, I had never heard the term"FemDom," but I had a good idea of what it meant before the night ended.

I was like a new toy with which they all wanted to play. Perhaps the women were tired of always being submissive, and I offered a change of pace.

I had no idea what a "strap-on" was. But, before long, I was a great deal more familiar than I wanted to be. The women especially enjoyed using their strap-ons while playing with my cock. At least Jerome would not allow the men to fuck me. That was his sole domain.

For some reason, Big Black Women seem to get off on a chance to spank a young white boy. But unfortunately, there were a lot of them, and they were determined to wear my little butt out. I was crying like a little boy. My tears attracted even more female spankers. Then, of course, some of the Masters were determined to show their subs the proper way to punish a white boy.

The group worked diligently to expand my knowledge of BDSM. There was a myriad of bondage devices. They used everyone.

They took me to a ten-inch wide elevated wooden rail with a large butt plug. Two men lifted me and lowered me onto the butt plug with my hands cuffed behind me. Unfortunately, my feet didn't reach the ground, so I could not get off.

They told me I needed some CBT. I didn't know it meant cock & ball torture, but the group ensured I got it. First, they dripped hot wax on my genitals, and when it hardened, they used a flogger to remove the wax.

The chemical play involved Tabasco sauce on my balls, followed by ice to cool them down.

Jerome told the group I used to like to go outside with no pants on, which gave them an idea.

They pushed me out the front door and said that I had to run around the building if I wanted back in. Luckily it was a night at there was little traffic. In the back alley, two Black guys were sharing a bottle. They grabbed me and said, "What'd we have here? He must have come out of that sex club. That's a cute little red ass. White boy, we got something for it." As one fumbled with his zipper, I got away because they were drunk.

Thankfully, when I got around to the front, the door was open.

Nor was I immune from sexual humiliation. The men made fun of my small shaved white cock and what they called my "little girl butt." They said I'd make a pretty little "SheMale" with my slender build and long hair.

Taking the cue, the women took me to a dressing room and stripped me naked. I did not have much body hair and got shaved. Then, they applied makeup and nail polish and dressed me like a schoolgirl in sheer panties, a short plaid skirt, a camisole, knee socks, and penny loafers.

The group had everything needed, and everything fit. Jerome had set me up. I felt ridiculous. Given that I looked somewhat effeminate, to begin with, the women's transformation made me quite passable.

When presented to the men, who seemed very interested. They had their little white shemale. They seemed turned on by my new look.

I was put over their laps, had my skirt lifted and panties lowered, then spanked like a naughty schoolgirl. I sucked their cocks and got anally sodomized with a dildo while my cock was rubbed through the panties.

The club's owner kissed me on the mouth while reaching under my skirt and stroking my "little clitty" to use his term. I resisted but also responded to his touch. Finally, I ejaculated in the panties. Still holding my cock he said, "Good, little girls should have wet panties."

Jerome got off on this and said, " I guess Randy is gone, and she's Brandy now." I didn't find it at all funny.

There was general laughter. I was humiliated. The President said, "Jerome, you bring little Brandy back anytime. We'll give her a good time."

We left. I was still in my "Brandy" outfit. Jerome stopped at a bar he frequented and said he wanted to show me off. I reminded him of my age, and he told me they knew him.

We started doing shots of bourbon. "Little white girl" Brandy got wasted and hit on a lot. I guess I was passable. Jerome was playing with my cock and was driving me out of my mind. I was very horny. I wanted his cock in me.

One of his buddies came over and said, " Damn Jerome, you'll make that girl cum." So he came up behind me, slipped his hand in my panties, and played with my butt. Finally, his hand went between my legs. Then, he abruptly stopped, "This girl has balls."

"Yeah, she does, and she gives great head. So you want to come over to my house? On the way over, the guy emphasized that he was straight but wanted to try it. Jerome assured him that he was also justifying it, " She's so cute I couldn't resist.

I was sitting between them, dressed as a girl, and they were playing with my cock. I thought, Hell, I'm straight too. I've got a girlfriend. I just got into this because I like being spanked by men. It was time for some serious conversation with Jerome. I also thought now was not the best time to take a stand, given all that transpired tonight. I'm horny as Hell. I might as well finish the night.

When we got to Jerome's, we wasted no time. His buddy sat on the couch with his cock out. I went down on him. Jerome lifted my skirt and started slapping my butt. He said I liked it. I did. Jerome entered me a came almost immediately.

His buddy asked, "Can I get some of that ass?"

Jerome being somewhat drunk, thought about it and said, "Oh Hell, why not" I got bent over the arm of the couch. Jerome reminded him that I like having my butt slapped, and he happily complied. He lasted longer than Jerome, and I had my first anal orgasm.

When he asked if we could get together again, Jerome told him that I lived out of town and was leaving in the morning. Jerome told his friend not to tell anyone what they did. He responded, "I might tell some of the guys that a hot young white girl sucked my cock, and I fucked her in the ass. But I'm sure as fuck not going to tell anybody it was a guy.

I spent the night. The following day Jerome and I had a serious discussion. He asked if I enjoyed the night at the club. I told him it was difficult to answer. But, most certainly, what transpired was very wild and erotic. It involved things that I'd never experienced before or even known.

Jerome seemed excited about "Brandy ."I told him that that was a significant issue.

I also told him that there were other issues that I found disturbing. Because I was young, white, and of small stature, I felt like they used me because I had a great appeal to the people at the club.

Jerome asked if I thought it was racist. I said, "Yes, to the extent that they probably got off a lot more doing those things to a young white boy than they would be doing them to a young Black boy. But, on the other hand, I also told him I don't think it would have been as sexually exciting for me if they were all white. Interracial sex has a certain taboo. Likewise, he admitted that my being white was what attracted him and made our play exciting.

I believed they used me to enhance the sexuality of their straight and kinky lifestyle. I asked Jerome if I were a 30-year-old tall, muscular Black man, would I have received the reception that I did, and would they have been so excited to engage me in S&M play. I didn't think so.

I told him that he needed to understand that Randy was not gone, but Brandy was gone forever.

I told him that our play together was fun and exciting, but it escalated into creating me into something I am not. I'm not a SheMale, and I'm not gay. But I like being spanked by men.

I reminded him that until recently, I refused to suck his cock or be butt fucked. Then, I asked Jerome if he would be comfortable playing with my cock in a bar in front of his friends if I looked male?. Jerome admitted that would not be the case.

He liked me dressed up as a female because it allowed him to engage in a level of public play that otherwise would not happen. He would prefer a shared belief that he was fucking a young white girl rather than fucking a young white boy.

We agreed to continue our play together but only with reasonable constraints.