A Painful Lesson from Mr. Harris

Jerome called me over one evening and did all the normal preparations, shaving, enema, locking collar, blindfold, butt plug, and cock ring.

This time he added an additional feature. He ran a length of lightweight metal chain through the ring on my collar and then padlocked the chain around each wrist. My hands had only about an 8-10-inch separation and could not be lowered below mid-chest.

That night Jerome seemed more quiet than usual and he told me to stand in the corner and he would get to me in a while. I could tell he was preoccupied with something but I didn’t know what.

I stood in the corner facing the wall for about 15 minutes having very erotic thoughts with a raging erection over my speculation about what might transpire.

That’s when I heard a very deep and stern masculine voice say, "Turnaround white boy."

My heart was pounding When I turned the blindfold was yanked off. Standing next to Jerome were three very big very scary black men. Jerome didn’t make eye contact with me and looked down at the floor.

An older man with a hard look in his eyes said, "My name is Jamaal. You and I got business." By this time. I was shaking with fear I didn’t know what he was talking about but it didn’t sound good. He looked me up and down and I never felt so totally vulnerable in my life.

Being naked, having your hands chained, wearing a cock ring, and having a butt plug in you doesn’t instill a lot of self-confidence in such a confrontation.

With the same hard angry look, Jamaal said, "You asked my little sister to give you a blow job and when she said to forget about it you offered her money. You think my sister looks like a whore?"

I started to say I was sorry but before I could even get a couple of words out Jamaal told me to shut my mouth. I looked at Jerome and that’s when I saw that he was afraid of these guys.

Jamaal nodded to the two guys and said, "Let’s go.” They got on each side of me and started walking towards the front door. Jerome picked up a bag on the table and followed them. I asked where we were going and didn’t get an answer.

They open the front door and I pleaded for them not to take me outside naked but they ignored me. They walked me to their car. I saw a couple across the street sitting on their front porch. When they saw what was happening, they quickly got up and went inside.

There was a guy walking down the street towards us and when he saw Jamaal, he turned around and started walking rapidly away. That’s when I realized Jerome wasn’t the only one that was afraid of these guys. The whole neighborhood was. I was terrified, Even being naked I was praying for a cop to come by, but no such luck.

I was forced into the back seat with Jamaal sitting on one side of me and Jerome on the other. I was whimpering, “Please, I’m sorry.” Jerome said nothing.

Jamaal grabbed my face and hissed, “Shut your fucking mouth.” I obeyed him.

Before we drove off Jamaal told Jerome, Put the clothespins on his balls and dick. I started to struggle and again Jamaal took my face in his hand and told me, "Cooperate. if you resist, you’re going to regret it." He then said, "You insulted my sister. That calls for punishment. After we’re done with you, you’re going to beg for her forgiveness."

I was too frightened to ask what he was going to do. Jerome started putting on the clothespins while Jamel held my cock out of the way. Every time he put one on, I would yelp and wiggle because of the pain. Jerome put on 15 clothes pins covering my cock and scrotum.

The fear and humiliation I experienced became even worse because I got an erection while Jamaal was holding my cock. He laughed evilly and said, "So you do get off on this shit".

I made eye contact with the guy in the passenger side of the front seat who had a sneer on his face and seemed to be enjoying my predicament.

When they finally drove off my panic was really setting in. I said, " Please don't hurt me." Jamaal reached down and gave the clothespins a tug and I let out a yell. Jerome hadn’t said a single word to me since the guys came into the house.

We went a few blocks and pulled in behind a rundown brick building. Everybody got out but I stayed where I was and wouldn’t leave the car. I got pulled out. They walked me up to the steel backdoor and push me in.

My eyes immediately made contact with the girl I had insulted. I could tell she was taken aback by my appearance but quickly a smile spread across her face.

I saw that there were eight more big, scary-looking black guys in the room. They were all glaring at me with expressions of utter contempt and hostility on their faces,

An overwhelming sense of dread caused me to shake uncontrollably then I lost bladder control. A stream of urine spattered on the concrete floor. One of the men laughed, “Jamaal, you scared the piss out of this white boy.” The other men laughed at his remark.

The humiliation I felt over being naked and pissing myself in front of men who held me in contempt and in the presence of a girl I was attracted to brought tears to my eyes.

Jamaal put his hands on my shoulders and said, "This, is Randy, Jerome’s little white sex slave, we’ve got him all decked out, front and rear. He’s going to learn a lesson he’ll never forget.

He turned me around so everybody could see the butt plug as well. I was scared and also humiliated because the cock ring and those clothespins were keeping my cock hard. I was acutely aware of how ridiculous and pathetic I must have looked to them. One of the guys said, "I guess he is our little white boy sex slave tonight." My level of panic was increasing by the second.

Then the verbal humiliation started. Jamaal asked me, "Do you like black men to spank your little bare butt?" I didn’t answer and he said, "I asked you a question boy, you answer it and don’t lie."

I said, "Yes sir."

He asked, "Does your little cock get hard when you get spanked by a black man?" Again, I said, "Yes sir.”

Next, "Do you like Jerome playing with your little cock when he’s spanking you?" My answer again was, "Yes sir."

The questioning went on and on asking me if spanking made me cum. Jamaal obviously had questioned Jerome. He made me describe in vivid detail what happened when Mr. Harris, my neighbor, caught me in his backyard with no pants on. He asked me if Jerome shaves my pubic hair and if he gives me enemas and if I liked it when Jerome puts a dildo up my butt.

I tearfully answered Yes sir’ to all of his questions.

Jamaal then said," It’s good that you like to get spanked because that’s what’s going to happen right now." He sat down on a wooden chair, and pulled me over his knee. He locked his legs between mine so my legs were spread apart and I was pinned down and immobile.

His hand slammed down on my right cheek and I shrieked in pain. I couldn’t believe how hard his hand was and how hard he hit. He repeated hits, over and over, sometimes slowly and sometimes very fast. I was begging and pleading. I kept saying things like "Please no more, Oh God it hurts, I’m sorry", etc.

The girl came over and stood in front of me so she could maintain eye contact and see the tears running down my face. She smiled and said, "Bad little boys get spanked." I was a 19-year-old college student but that’s exactly how I felt. It was so embarrassing I couldn't maintain eye contact with her.

Eventually, Jamaal stopped and he reach between my legs and announced, "He does get hard when he gets spanked." The whole time I was being spanked I could hear the guys in the room laughing and when he said that they started clapping.

Still pinned down he called his sister over and told her to remove the clothespins, but to yank them off rather than open them. When she pulled the first one-off, I screamed and the pain became worse after it was removed. She repeated that 14 more times. By the time she had finished, I was blubbering and incomprehensible words were coming out of my mouth.

Jamaal then stood me up and said he was ready for a break and ordered me to go to the refrigerator and bring him a beer and beers for each of the guys in the room.

It was hard to go up and face them and hand them a beer with them laughing and making lewd remarks. I asked the girl if she wanted one and she simply said, "No thanks." Consumed by fear I just was waiting for whatever was going to come next. I knew it wasn’t over.

Jamaal asked Jerome how he made me cum. Jerome told him that he would make me masturbate while swatting my butt with a paddle which he would continue until I came. Jamaal said that would be kind of hard for him to do with his hands chained.

Jamaal said, "I’ll paddle him and you make him cum. But because you invited him into our neighborhood where he could insult my sister, you’re going to use your mouth not your hand."

Jerome said that he doesn’t do that but after one look at Jamaal’s expression he decided not to argue. Jamaal asked his sister if she would rather leave and she said, "No way, I’m loving it."

Two of the guys came over and held me in position while Jerome went down on his knees and took my cock into his mouth. When Jamaal slammed that paddle onto my butt which was already sore, it was a thousand times worse than his hand.

The pain was blinding, I screamed and shuddered and kept screaming every time the paddle landed. Despite the pain, I could feel my arousal starting to build because every time the paddle landed it would push the butt plug in deeper and bump against my prostate. It was going too slowly. Jerome wasn’t very good at blow jobs and I felt like I was about to pass out from the pain.

Jamaal took some pity on me and didn’t hit me quite as hard. He told Jerome that he better start doing some serious sucking or my butt was going to turn into a hamburger. Fortunately for me Jerome’s technique improved and he also started massaging my balls and I was able to cum. When I did Jamaal said to Jerome, "Swallow."

Jamaal then reached into Jerome’s case and pulled out the dildo. He examined it and said, "Too small, fuck your little butt boy with your dick."

I lied and said, "Please, I’ve never done that, I’m not a queer."

Jamaal said, "Tonight you are" and yanked the butt plug out. I was being held down bent over a table. Now I was really panicky. I didn't want Jamaal, his men, and particularly his sister to see that I liked being butt fucked by Jerome. Unfortunately, I knew I didn’t have any decision on the matter.

I heard Jamaal say," Wait a minute Jerome, I forgot about this, I remember you said it’s very special. Tell everybody what it’s for." I looked over and Jamaal had that horrible piece of fan belt in his hand.

What came out of my mouth next was totally involuntary. I started to struggle and scream. "NO... NO... NO... OH GOD, PLEASE NOT THAT...PLEASE NO!

Jamaal waved the fan belt in the air and said, "Young Mr. Randy seems to be terrified of this. So, what’s it for?"

Jerome told everyone, "It’s for whipping his asshole but I only used it once. He has to keep his cheeks spread to use it and after the first stroke he wouldn’t stay down."

While Jerome was saying this all, I could repeat over and over "NO... NO... NO... OH GOD PLEASE NOT THAT...PLEASE NO!"

Jamaal let loose a sinister laugh and said, "Well that won’t be a problem, he’s being held down and I’ll be holding his butt cheeks apart. Given what you are going to be doing to him this sounds like excellent foreplay. Start with 12 then we’ll take it from there."

The guy holding me down over the table increased his grip and pressure and Jamaal roughly yanked my butt cheeks wide apart. All my pleas and struggles were futile. Jerome stood off to one side so we can get the proper angle and the fan belt landed squarely on my asshole. My body instantly convulsed. I began kicking my legs and screamed," AWWWW" every time that hideous fan belt landed.

The pain was so severe I could barely catch my breath. It was pure unmitigated torture. When Jerome finished all I could do was lay there sobbing.

Jamaal laughed again and said, "Jerome, you sure got his attention. I think he liked it, his little dick is sticking straight out and dripping like crazy. Yeah, he loved it." I wasn’t even aware of that. Now everyone would think I liked it which was definitely not the case.

When I recovered my composure Jamaal then made me get on my knees and suck Jerome’s cock until it was hard.

Once he was hard, I was bent back over the table. It was agonizing when Jerome’s hard cock pressed against my battered ass hole. He pushed it in slowly, but when it pushed through my sphincter I started screaming, 

Jerome pull it out but then put it back in and did this several times and eventually the pain abated. The guys in the room chanted, "Fuck that white boy’s ass!"

Jamaal looked at Jerome and said, "Don’t even think about faking it. When you’re done, I want to see cum dripping out of his little red ass."

By this time, I was lying limply over the table moaning softly. The girl came around to the front of the table put her hand underneath my chin lifted up my head and looked deeply into my teary redden eyes. I said, "I’m so sorry."

She smiled sweetly, and said, "You’re forgiven."

This was the moment that my total and complete humiliation hit me like a freight train. I had met this gorgeous young girl to whom I was immediately attracted. We had a great conversation going and I was trying to impress her being Joe college and then I make a stupid, insensitive, and totally inappropriate remark that got my face slapped and she walked away. I wanted to go after her and apologize but I didn’t.

So now I’m dragged before her, naked with clothespins on my cock and balls and a butt plug in me. She watched me piss myself. I had to stand before her and describe sexual things that have been done to me and embarrassing parts of my early life.

I was called a faggot in front of this girl that I wanted to impress. She watched me get spanked by her scary criminal brother and I ended up crying like a little kid. Then she watched her brother paddle me while a guy was sucking my cock.

She had a close-up view of my most private part and heard my hysterical screams when the fan belt was being used. She saw me on my knees sucking cock and now when I finally have a chance to apologize I do so, while she’s watching me get butt fucked.

Right about that time I felt Jerome’s cock pulsate and heard him say, "Oh, God" and a moment later he pulled out of me and I was so stretched I immediately felt hot cum dripping down the back of my balls, I was totally spent. She saw that too.

Then Jamaal asked his gang, "Anybody else want to fuck this little white boy? " When I heard him say that I was terrified and started pleading saying, "Please no more, please."

There was a period of silence in the room and then I heard one of the guys say, "We all want to fuck his little sorry white ass, but not with your sister here."

Jamaal said, "Dorrie, go on home to mama’s and I’ll come by later."

She shook her head no, "You brought him here for me, and I’m going to watch whatever you do to him, but he said he was sorry and I think he’s had enough."

Jamaal was quiet for a while. I was still being held down on the table, he came over and pulled up my head by my hair. He gave me a menacing stare and then said, "Maybe I’ll have Jerome bring you by another day. Would you like some more black cock up your ass?"

I shook my head frantically and said, "No please I’m sorry."

He told Jerome when he got home, he should make me suck his cock and fuck me again. Jamaal smiled and said, "Okay, sorry guys, not tonight but I promise we'll do him again.” That’s when I realized that she literally saved my ass from being gang-raped and probably much worse. I also realized that Jamaal wasn’t done with me.

Jamaal then announced, "I think we're done for the night" and inquired if I was going to ask any other black girls for blow jobs? I said, "No Sir."

Jamaal then ordered Jerome to put the clothespins back on and the butt plug back in. He then told Jerome we were free to go.

Jerome asked who was going to drive us back. Jamaal just smiled and said, "No one, you’re going to walk back." Jerome pleaded for them to at least give me something to put on so I didn’t have to walk down the street naked.

Jamaal said, "He came naked, he leaves naked." The discussion was over. I asked Jerome to unlock me and he told me he couldn’t because he had left the keys at home. Jamaal said, “Enjoy your walk home, watch out for cops. “

Figuring Jerome might give me his shirt, Jamaal told one of his guys to follow us at a discreet distance to be sure that I stayed naked all the way home.

There was one other thing that really made my humiliation worse. One of the guys had been taking photos so there was a record of my punishment.

It was a painful and harrowing trip home because being barefoot my feet hurt. With each step, the clothespins bounced around and my butt was on fire. We had to cross several streets waiting in the shadows for traffic to pass. We also had to contend with streetlights.

We made it all the way to the alley behind Jerome’s house when this black guy with a flashlight came out to dump some trash. He said, "Jesus Christ, Jerome, why you do have a naked white boy and why does he have clothespins on his dick and balls?"

I have to give Jerome credit for quick thinking. He said to the guy, "Punishment, this white boy here asked Jamaal’s sister to give him a blow job so I saw to it that he got humiliated and his little ass seriously paddled while she watched and then made him walk back naked."

The guy just chuckled and said, "Good for you Jerome." He looked at me and said, "You got what you deserved white boy, let’s see that ass." When he asked why I had a butt plug in, Jerome humiliated me by saying, "It’s to keep the cum from dripping out."

The neighbor then said to Jerome, "You want some company? I wouldn't mind having some of that white ass." I felt a surge of panic.

Jerome said, “No, he's had enough, and keep your mouth shut. Jamaal doesn't like his business discussed."

The guy was duly impressed and told me I was lucky that was all Jamaal did to me. Later I thought Jerome was pretty smart. People in the neighborhood had seen Jamaal taking me out of Jerome's house. They would think Jerome was allied with Jamaal and wasn’t someone to mess around with. In addition, it also made him kind of a hero in the neighborhood for avenging a black girl’s honor.

When we got to his house, he apologized profusely for me having to go through that. He told me that when Jamaal confronted him, he made it clear that he had no option except to cooperate. I told him I fully understood his feelings. They were a scary group.

All he said was, "You don’t know the half of it, those are some really bad dudes." When I remarked that Dorrie saved me he said, "She’s a sweet kid but stay the Hell away from her or you might end up in a body bag."

He asked me how bad it was for me the only thing I could say was terrible. I was frightened, horribly humiliated by all those guys and particularly the girl watching all of it. He admitted that he was also very humiliated being seen as some wimpy pervert.

I said my butt was in some serious pain and how utterly agonizing the asshole whipping was. He put some ointment on me and I could see that it was red, raw, bruised, and even had a couple of white blisters.

It was late so he suggested that I stay over which I did. We slept together in his bed naked. Sometime during the night, I felt his hand fondling my cock which was now hard and he ended up fucking me again. This time I had an orgasm. 

In the morning Jerome made us coffee and said there were some things he needed to say. "I know last night was terrible for you, but you were actually very lucky that it ended when it did. Jamaal was willing to send his sister home and let his men gang bang you." Jamaal is a sociopath, and God only knows where that would’ve gone. "

He added, "You can’t ever come around here again. If he finds out you are, he will see that as an insult to his authority and control and we’ll both be targets of his anger and his sister won’t be around the reign it in." So, our relationship ended.

A couple of months later I happen to spot Dorrie walking with a friend in the mall. I saw her point at me and whisper to her friend who started giggling. When they came up to me her friend had a big smile on her face, Dorrie asked me, "Are you being a good little boy, Randy?" I just nodded affirmatively and started to walk off

I could hear them laughing. Then her friend said, "I would have given you a blow job and I loved the photos." It was then I realized what total humiliation was. Not only had I been outed and God only knew how many people had been told but there was photographic proof as well.

Afterward, I often pondered why Jamaal didn't simply beat the hell out of me for insulting his sister which would've been a predictable response on the part of a protective brother.

The only reasonable conclusion I could come up with was that not only was he a gang leader but was also a sexual sadist. He obviously knew I was visiting Jerome regularly and probably knew what kind of things Jerome was into.

When I insulted his sister, being a 19-year-old white boy who engaged in kinky play with a black man, his sexual sadism was unleashed. Later in the year I again faced the prospect of Jamaal's sexual sadism.