A Painful Lesson from Mr. Harris

When I was 19, I experimented with a BDSM relationship with a 37-year-old black guy named Jerome, and it was an exciting and fun time.

 I also made a terrible error in judgment when I asked a young black girl to give me a blow job. She turned out to be the sister of a gang leader named Jamaal. 

Jamaal forcibly took me to his club. I  was punished and sexually humiliated in front of Jamaal's sister and his gang members. 

A month later, Lester showed up.

I was working part-time in exchange for free rent for a garage apartment. One day there was a knock on my door, and there was a nice-looking big black guy who said, "Hi, Randy."

I was confused, and I asked if I knew him. He told me his name was Lester, and no, I didn't know him, but he knew me. So now I was even more confused. Finally, Lester said, " I know you from your night at Jamaal's.

I felt a flash of panic and said, "What do you want?" 

Lester's answer,  "I have wanted to spank your cute little white boy ass and fuck it since that night with Jamaal." 

My heart dropped, and fear caused a tremendous adrenaline rush. For a while, I couldn't even speak. Finally, when I regained my composure, I told him that wasn't going to happen, and he needed to leave.

He told me he could do that, but it'd be best if I heard what he had to say first. He informed me that Jamaal had become preoccupied with me and wanted to get hold of me again after Jamaal's sister had mentioned that she had run into me at the mall. It rekindled his interest. 

He explained that Jamaal owned the warehouse where he hosted private parties and had a stable of hookers that worked for him. Guys would pay to attend the party, get free drinks, and pay the girls for their services which generated a lot of income for Jamaal. 

Jamaal now wanted to abduct me and make me available to the guys that came to his parties, thinking a young white boy might be appealing. Jamaal planned to have me restrained, and if they paid him, they could beat my ass with a paddle and fuck me in the ass or mouth.

By this time, my head was spinning. I countered by stating that I didn't think the police would be wild about Jamaal's plans. Lester just laughed and said, "Hell boy, half of them are on his payroll, and some even come to his parties."

I had had no way of knowing if Lester was lying and trying to manipulate me, but based on my past encounter with Jamaal, it was a risk I didn't want to take.

Then Lester laid it out. He said, "Jamaal would pay handsomely for knowing where he could find you, but I would just as soon have you for myself."

Lester continued, "That night, you admitted that you liked being spanked by men. Your little dick got hard, and you were moaning like a little bitch when Jerome fucked you." He said, "So, maybe you would enjoy getting spanked and fucked by me instead of a few dozen guys."  

Lester then said, "It's decision-making time, boy. Get naked, and we'll get started, or I can leave, and you can wait for Jamaal to show up one of these days because I know where you work and where you live."

I realized that I was very conflicted. I did not like Lester's ultimatum, but when he said he wanted to spank and fuck me, I felt my cock beginning to stiffen. 

I had to admit that there was no doubt that I love being spanked by men, and I learned that I like being fucked after the spanking.

I asked Lester, "How do I know you won't do that to me and still tell Jamaal?" 

He responded, "You don't know. I guess you'll have to take my word for it. Besides, if I like it, I'll be coming back." Being too much to deal with, I said nothing.

Lester turned to leave and said, "Okay, maybe I'll see you at the club." 

I panicked and said, "No, wait."  

Lester sat on my couch and took a paddle and a tube of lube out of his jacket pocket. He ordered me to strip. When I hesitated, he said, " I'm not going to tell you again." So I complied. 

Lester then removed his clothing, pulled me close, and stroked my dick. I immediately got hard. He said, " I know you want this." Of course, I didn't, but it's difficult to convincingly argue when a man has his hand on your erect penis.

Lester put me over his lap with his hard cock pressing against me and began spanking me with his hand. The pain started building, and I was wiggling around, still erect. I hated feeling helpless, cursed my lack of courage, and felt humiliated because my body responded.

He would stop, rub my cock and balls, and return to spanking. I didn't want to respond, but I had no control. Finally, he put lube on his finger and inserted it into my butt. I lay prostrate across his lap while he worked his fingers in and out of me and then started spanking me again. 

Eventually, he had me stand up, grab my ankles, and use the paddle. The pain was intense and brought tears to my eyes. I begged him to stop, but he continued until I couldn't stand it anymore. My butt was sore and felt like it was on fire. Again his fingers entered me, "You're tight as Hell. You ain't been fucked enough.'

 I was ashamed because I was so horny. Finally, Lester told me to stand and face him. Unexpectedly, he took my cock into his mouth and warned that he would beat my ass bloody if I came. He then ordered me to suck his cock.

He had me kneel on the sofa. He spread my butt cheeks apart and thrust his tongue into my anus. I had never had anyone do this to me, and the sensation was overwhelming. I couldn't stop moaning and was close to ejaculating, but I remembered his warning.

Lester then sat on the couch and made me lower myself onto his rock-hard cock. It went in so deep it was pushing against my prostate. I lost all control as I screamed out and ejaculated. Lester did the same a minute later.

He started spanking me again. My butt was extremely sore and tender, and tears started flowing. 

He repeatedly asked me if I liked what he did to me. I told him no. He spanked me harder until I admitted that I enjoyed his domination. 

Lester then said, "I'll be seeing you another day."

I said to him, "Please don't do that. I have a girlfriend." Lester responded, "So do I, and they don't need to know that we're bisexual." I had never thought of myself as bisexual.

After he left, I was a total mess. My butt hurt terribly from the spankings and his cock. I was sexually drained and emotionally devastated. 

Although I hated coercion, I did enjoy the physical sensation. I saw myself as having two choices. I could become Lester's play toy or reject Lester and possibly fall into Jamaal's hands. Neither option was appealing, but Lester was less risky. I tried to convince myself that maybe this was a one-time thing. But I didn't believe it. 

Lester started weekly visits and once arrived with leather wrists and ankle cuffs. He bound me, and his activities had escalated to full BDSM. He also photographed me against my will. So bound, I was completely vulnerable and helpless. Lester whipped my butt, cock & balls and fucked me.  

I cursed at Lester, and he said, "That's not nice. You're going to be sorry". He got up, redressed, and went to the door and said, "See you soon." Still bound, I pleaded for him to release me, but he went out the door. 

I was in a total panic. About thirty minutes later, Lester returned and said, "Are you going to be a good boy and apologize?" I did, and he released me but said, "You need a good spanking," and he took a paddle to me that left me sobbing,

He took me to a house where one of his friends lived. That's when I learned he paid Lester for an opportunity to spank and fondle a 19-year-old naked white boy. It hurt and was humiliating. Lester took photos. 

When his friend finished spanking, I sucked his friend's cock. Then Lester put his cock in my mouth. After he was hard, he pinned me face down on the floor and fucked me while his friend took more photos.

His friend wanted me to fuck me too, but Lester told him that my ass was his exclusive property when it came to fucking.

Lester made me get naked in the car and drove me to a deserted beach. While in the car, all I could think about was what if we get pulled over by a cop. 

Lester played with my cock while driving, and I ejaculated. Then, when we got to the beach, he fucked me in the sand and sent me into the surf to clean myself. Then, he frightened me by threatening to leave me naked on the beach.

I found photos in an envelope taped to my front door. A note inside reading, *I thought you'd like copies to jack off to when I'm not there. That's what I do. If you don't cooperate, these photos could get spread around."

Over a few weeks, I had been taken to the homes of six different black men to be spanked and sexually humiliated. 

At the last place, three men were there. They were older and brutal. They took turns spanking me so hard I was crying like a child. While doing so, they would painfully grab my dick and balls. Finally, the men lubed their fingers with my pre-cum, and shoved them in my butt. I was humiliated and frightened,

One of them said, "We paid to spank his little ass; now we're going to fuck it." I pleaded with Lester not to let them do that. I didn't want to get gang-banged.

Lester hesitated, then said, "No, but you can get your cocks sucked." 

Another guy added, "Damn right, he'll suck our cocks, and when they're hard and wet, they go up to his little white ass. That's all he's good for." He continued, "Since you're our friend, we'll pay you extra to fuck this white boy. But if you say no, then we'll fuck him for free. So what's it going to be?"

I continued to plead with Lester but stopped we I heard him negotiating the price. Lester told me that was Jamaal's plan and said he would protect me. I had agreed to let him dominate me to avoid this fate. So much for his promised protection.  

Lester tried to placate me by saying, "It's okay, I'll share the money with you." Now it was official. Lester was pimping me. He just made me his white male prostitute.

Three times their cocks were shoved in my mouth, almost gagging me. Then, the first guy finally pulled me to my feet, pushed me over a chair, and a large hard cock was thurst up my butt without warning. 

I gasped when his cock pushed through my sphincter. Hands gripped my hips, and I felt him go in balls deep. He pounded away until I felt him stiffen, his cock pulsating during his orgasm. When he pulled out, I felt his semen pouring out of me. 

The second guy entered me right after the first pulled out. I had a rude awaking when I heard him say, " This little bitch can't stop cumming.'I wasn't even aware I had an orgasm when the first guy was fucking me, and it continued with the second guy. 

A thought raced through my mind, " What the fuck is the matter with me. I'm getting off by being gang-raped. I can't go on like this."

While helplessly being pinned down, other thoughts entered my mind. I thought about how I had surrendered to Jerome, even letting him dress me like a schoolgirl. How did I get to this point?

Yes, I like being spanked by men. It makes me feel like a naughty little boy, and I'm willing to submit to their sexual demands after being spanked. I realized being sexually dominated turns me on. But it needs to be on my terms, not Lester's.

 I also thought of Mr. Harris and how aroused I had become when he spanked me, and that's where it all started.

 The guy fucking me proclaimed, "See, Lester, your little white boy loves having big black cocks up his butt. Don't you, boy?" He finished, and number three took over. I had stopped struggling and laid over the chair's arm. Mentally I had shut it off.

Lester offered me a share of the money. I refused. It was abundantly clear that I was not only Lester's plaything, but I was now a source of income. That wasn't going to happen. I was in over my head and had lost control over my life. I wanted the power back.

I decided I had to leave. So I transferred to a different college. A new semester would be starting in a few weeks, and because I was attending a state university, all my credits would transfer. 

I packed up my belongings, quit my job, said goodbye to my girlfriend, and moved on. 

Even though I had to live in a dormitory for a while, it was a great relief to be a normal college kid again. I even decided to get involved in a fraternity rush but thought better of it. 

The particular fraternity wanted all pledges to strip naked and be paddled by the fraternity brothers. I declined because I was afraid that the first time that paddle hit my bare butt, I might end up ejaculating in front of everybody. 

 What Mr. Harris had started would continue but on my terms.