After my first encounter with Musa, having eyed him up on the train, he had told me he would be back the next Tuesday but I could look at his web site. It was an escort site. He was very clear with me that he was not a rentboy but a cash master. The difference, he explained, was that rent boys get paid to do what you want while a cash master gets paid to do what he wants.
I went looking on sleepyboy, the big escort site in the UK, and found his ad "young black cash cock". Oh my god it was not what I had expected. He had dozens of pictures. Dressed in leather flogging some guy in what looked like an S&M dungeon, in rubber pissing on someone, rather weirdly in skinhead gear clearly kicking the shit out of someone. He was in what I saw him wearing on the train ramming his dick down done poor guys throat. The guy was smeared in spit and throat slime. Every picture was followed by whoever he was working-over handing him a big wad of notes.
There were some pics of him clearly doing a double act on someone. He was holding a guy while the other top, also black, was fucking the guy. The amazing thing was his mate's dick might have been bigger than Musa's - the guy being fucked looked in agony, but being held down by Musa I guess there wasn't much he could do. The caption read "Dion Dick of Death wrecks another hole".
I imagined the pair of them working me. Maybe flogging my ass - I liked that. If they didn't go too far. And I could give Dion a blow job if he wanted it and not that nasty choking that Musa liked. Maybe Musa would bring him round some time. I started to jack off imagining the scene and within minutes I had shot my load. I wondered what Tuesday would bring.
It came round very slowly but bang on 7 the door bell rang. I opened it and Musa was there. He had on a pair of really nice jeans, different trainers, and a puffa jacket. He looked just perfect. He was carrying a rucksack over his shoulder. He pushed his way past me roughly and said, "get me a drink, vodka and coke".
"But you took the vodka with you last time" I said. He slapped my face, really hard. "You not even thought about me, you ungrateful fag". I don't know what made me say it but I blurted out "oh I have definitely been thinking about you".
"You been looking at my web page batty boy?" I nodded. "Whatchu like?"
I looked down, I was a bit embarrassed. "You and Dion together".
"Well that's very expensive for a start. But more, I already told him I training a new cash cow, you ain't seeing him until you are better trained. Maybe in a few months. I want my homie to know that when I get a batty boy I train him good". "Training begins today on your throat cos you fucking pathetic. So get your top off and kneel down in front of a full length mirror"
I took off my shirt and took him into the bedroom where there was a mirrored wardrobe. He was carrying his bag and he tipped it out on the bed. I had never seen so much stuff like that. Dildoes of various sizes, nipples clamps, weights, handcuffs, rope, bottles of poppers. "These are not all for you - not today anyway. But your throat needs training. Now put your hands behind your back"
He put handcuffs on me. And came up behind me with a pink dildo. It was long and thin. "Gonna start kindly but you don't do it and you get punished." He pulled my hair so my head went back and he pushed the dildo on my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed it in and slowly slid it down my throat. It was slim enough not to be a problem but it was long and he kept pushing. I gagged. "Open your throat, it needs to go down much further". I tried but with it already there and my head tilted back I couldn't take it. He pushed a little and I resisted.
"For fucks sake we not even started we still on the white boy dicks."
He pulled it out with real anger and slapped me across the face with it. It was like a rubber truncheon. For sure I would have a nasty bruise. "You struggling with that. Fuck off boy! One way or another today we getting you up to this". He grabbed a large black dildo off the bed. "That isn't even close to the biggest I got. I am being nice to you man. Few weeks from now you be able to take a monster." "Let me explain. I gonna push it down your throat. If you not take it. If you struggle or anything like that you gonna suffer. And each time I ask 'how you doing batty boy?" you going to reply "bigger, harder and longer please" or you gonna suffer again. You gonna beg me to wreck your throat. I guarantee it cos it will be less bad than the punishment for being a pussy boy".
He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and shoved it in. I managed to take it this time but instead of leaving it there he pushed it in and out faster and faster. My throat tried to close but he just forced it in. I was in real pain and as he was pulling me back I pushed and fell backwards completely. The dildo came out covered in strands of throat slime. He looked furious and kicked me in the balls really hard. "You have 5 seconds to get back up and be in position". He kicked me again and I managed to get up.
"Right, time for punishment." He got a pair of nipple clamps and put them on me. Oh my god they were tight. "That's just the start pussy boy. You work that throat or your nipples are being fucked right over. I gonna make 'em bleed if you don't take these down your throat."
When he pulled my head back again my mouth just opened. The dildo went down and I let it in. He pushed it in and out and I seemed to cope ok. There was a lot of throat slime when he lifted it out.
"How you doing batty boy?"
I knew I was supposed to say something but I couldn't remember what so I just kept my head back and said "do it again please sir".
This time he was really rough. He thrust it down my throat as far as it would go, pulled it completely out and immediately shoved it back in again. As he brought it out a second time i I threw up. It spurted out my mouth and as he thrust the dildo back in my throat I felt I had reached the limit. With a lot of effort I moved my head and got the dildo out of his hand.
"What a shame, you was doing so well and now you are going to have to be punished." He went to the bed and returned with a weight with a hook on it. He hooked it through the chain on the nipple clamps and dropped the weight. I gasped in pain. "I will be putting enough weight on there to completely tear them off if you don't do better. Let's go again. 30 seconds"
He was as rough as he could be, but my throat seemed to have stretched to accommodate the dildo. Yes there was a lot of throat slime, running down my chin and all over my face. But I actually managed 30-seconds.
Bizarelly I quite enjoyed it. It was like being throat raped, which was a secret fantasy.
"Wow that was good fag. We can go up a size". He selected a slightly fatter dildo. Still pink. And just as long. He pulled my hair back, rammed it in and of course it stuck. "Open your fucking throat man. Open up" I couldn't. It was fatter and seemed too big.
He went and got another weight. Clipped it on to the chain and again dropped it. The pain shot through my nipples. It was incredible.
"Ok let's try it slower". And in fairness he was slower and more gentle and he managed to get it completely in. "Now let's work the throat batty boy" and he started jabbing it in and out. I thought I was going to choke to death. The spit, the slime, the puke just gushed out. "Keep going" he said but I couldn't. I struggled and fought. He yanked it out and craked it across my face. I was sure he had loosened a tooth.
"You know the punishment". Except this time the weight was even bigger. He attached it to the chain. Then he lifted the chain and the three weights up as high as he could and and dropped them. The scream must have been heard a mile away. "We do 30, then a minute, then we do one more bigger and you done. Just keep going pussy boy."
I actually managed to do do the 30 and the minute. I even said the words asking to give me more. I felt quite pleased with myself.
"Don't try and say those words with pride, you dirty fag, just look at the state you in".
I looked at myself in the mirror. The spit and the puke had plastered my hair down. I looked a total mess. I was red faced. My eyes were blood shot from tearing up and from getting puke in them. I had the beginnings of a couple of nasty bruises on my face from where he had beaten me with the dildoes. My nipples were stretched and sore. And towering over me from behind as I knelt there was a gorgeous black guy.
"Ok you upgraded to nigga size. This like me when I was 12 years old before it really grew.". He selected a fat long black dildo. It looked enormous and certainly bigger than I remember his. "Open up and lets get it in - open your throat fag boy".
As soon as it started going in I realised it was really wide and struggled and twisted. He immediately pulled it out and slapped my face with it. That really hurt. "You piss me off boy, soon as you get black dick you don't seem so grateful". He grabbed another weight of the bed, this one was bigger than the others. He clipped it on and dropped the weights. The tug was unbelievable but somehow the clamps stayed on. He reached back and got an even bigger weight - it must have been a 1/2 kilo. "You fuck wid me again and this going on. Trust me that will pull the clamps off your nipples and the screams will be heard for miles. Now get your head back, open your throat up like I told you and get to work"
In fairness he gave me a chance, sliding it in a bit more gently. But once he got it all the way it was the same as before. "First 30 seconds" and then he was driving it up and down. I had no more puke left, I was dry heaving, and crying and desperately trying just to get through it.
He pulled it out "whatchu say now boy?" I realised we had reached the end of the road. I simply couldn't take any more. I was exhausted, drained, puked out, tearful and it was long past being fun.
"I think that's enough now, I pay you for this much and you can go early"
I half expected to be hit again. But instead he very calmly said "ok, but if you change your mind just tell me to go back to your throat". He then grabbed the nipple clamps and literally ripped them off. I screamed. And as the the blood rushed into the nipples, which had been clamped for almost an hour, the pain was incredible. And then he reached round and grabbed them. And began to squeeze and twist and pull. I had never experienced pain like it. I was in absolute agony. He squeezed really hard and as he twisted them he said calmly "back to the throat now?". He gave them an extra hard twist and I yelled "yes! yes! yes! throat! throat! throat!". He laughed and undid the handcuffs.
"Might need your help this time batty".
He grabbed the black dildo and rammed it in. This time when he got it in all the way he banged his hand on it. Then he pulled it almost completely out and rammed it back. Then he put both hands on the base of the dildo sticking out of my mouth and put his weight on it. My throat was being wrecked. He pulled it out and said to me "now you do it - push it in" and he reached round and played with my nipples. I pushed it in. "Further in" he said and slightly twisted my nipples. Even that was excruciating. "Out and in further" I pulled it out and pushed it back in. He pulled my nipples hard and said "further, further, further" I pushed in further and he eased off. "You see I knew you could do it - you are a natural at this". One more time and you can have your reward. Take it out and drive it in all the way until I am satisfied. I tried as far in as I could but he kept saying further and working my nipples. I was pushing it as hard as I could. He started counting backwards down from 10. At 5 he said "don't you dare ease off" and I kept pushing until he said I could let go.
He told me to go clean up and come back naked. When I came back he had taken his shirt off and put a leather harness on. He looked amazing. "You can worship my body for a few minutes then I want to cum. Don't touch lower than my belt or I will take it off and beatchu. Eventually you did well today. I will leave that here so you can take a little video each day of you practicing stretching your throat."
I stepped towards him and just stood there, fearful it was some sort of trap. "You can touch - just not below my belt"
I stretched up and I touched his hair. The tight cornrows showing how much he clearly cared for his appearance. I stroked it and felt the wiry black nappy hair. I ran my hands down his body and felt his pecs. They were well formed and clearly he went to the gym a lot. I ran my fingers down his black muscled arms. His biceps and triceps looking fantastic as the slight sweat caught the light. He lifted up his arm "clean it". I didn't waste a second I put my nose straight into his armpit. It was musky, I don't think he has showed that day. "I said clean it". I licked. Up and down and round. I moved across his chest, licking his nipples and found the other pit. Then I licked down his body to his belly button. I licked every inch, I kissed his belly, and I stroked his abs and finally I licked the hairs from his belly button to where they disappeared in his jeans - the treasure trail.
"Right thats enough you dirty fucker I want to fuck your throat. Lie on the bed, on your back and hang your head over the end. You can cum whenever you want but I am doing your throat until I shoot"
"Will you tell me when you about to blow and I will try and cum at the same time?" I asked and he just nodded
I got down and he put his dick in my mouth. "Open your throat, don't worry about breathing and show me you learned from earlier". And then he pushed in. My throat opened and he went in. Once he was fully in he played with my nipples - god they were sore but it felt good now the sharp pain had worn off. It didn't take long for them to start hurting again. He pulled out and went back in a few times. Holding his cock there. Making me suffer and choke but I was coping. Then he grabbed my head and simply said "party time" and fucked my face. He twisted my head so it was the right angle for him and he rammed his cock in and pulled it out. It was amazing. My throat was sore, really sore, but this just felt like he owned me. I was just a hole for him to do whatever he wanted. I started to jack off slowly. I was terrified I would cum before he did, cos for sure I would be desperate to stop then and for sure, he would not. So I edged myself as he worked my throat. He was banging into my face like all that mattered was his fun. I was gagging and throat slime was everywhere but he simply didn't care. Suddenly he shouted "any moment now" and I wanked like fury. I started to shoot and he pulled back and sprayed cum all over my face. He particularly aimed for my eyes and my hair. I didn't care. We both busted our load.
"You enjoyed that fag boy" it was a statement not a question. "I was so nice to you at the end you can pay me £500 this week".
I went and got my phone and when I came back he had put a huge dildo with a suction cup base on my bathroom wall with. "Every day this week I want a video of you getting that down your throat. By Monday you better be able to have your nose on the tiles and the thing down your throat for two minutes or next week will be nothing but a punishment session".
I paid him the £500 and he said "same time next week, but video by 9pm every day". He turned to go and then turned back and grabbed my nipples and twisted them really hard. I shrieked. "Like a fucking pig in a slaughterhouse. And that's you - a dirty little cash paying piggy." He stepped back, and I just knew he planned to kick my balls. I shot my hands down in front of them and he slapped my face so hard my ears rang. "Fuck you batty boy" he shouted and walked out.
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