Not much took place until the following week end. Saturday was a big game with a rival team and with the help of Chuma we won 78 to 96. Needless to say that was the big news story of the day. As I said I was never a big sports fan so I just listened to music and graded papers. Chuma came in around eight thirty in the evening. I got up and congratulated him on the win.
"We're gonna celebrate tonight!" He said.
I stared at him. "By we you don't mean me do you?"
"I sure do. Get your robe on." I said, closing the door to the bathroom.
"My. My robe? You don't mean my bath robe?"
He shouted from behind the door. "You heard me! Get your clothes off and get your fucking robe on. NOW!"
I thought about Pavlov's dogs as I reacted immediately to Chuma's powerful voice. I stripped off my clothes, put on my brown robe, tied the sash in a knot as I stepped into some slippers. Chuma was in the kitchen now, shoveling down several hot dogs and a beer. Chuma picked up a pair of leather shackles that were sitting on the kitchen table. "Put your hands out!"
Which I did and he cuffed them with the shackles.
I looked up at him, "this is not necessary you know."
Suddenly I heard a horn honk. "That's our ride."
I wanted to ask our ride to where but Chuma shoved me outside and into a waiting car. The driver was Chuma's friend, the same one that had been in his room the other night. The one that raped on the bed. I was not surprised to see he still had a cigar in his mouth.
I took a deep breath. "Might I ask as to where we are going?"
The driver looked back at me through the rear view mirror. "You might ask if you wanna get bitch slapped! That's all!"
Chuma turned around and gave me that mean look. "Keep your mouth shut! Unless you got a dick in it!"
I could see this was going to be a horrible night.
We wound through some streets down town before we turned into a ally way and parked by a large steel door. "This is Dante's Den!" Chuma pulled me from the back seat as he did my robe became unfastened. "I think you're gonna like it here professor." I was more concerned with my open robe.
We went through the steel door and downstairs to what looked like a night club of some sorts. Then we made a sharp turn and went into another room.
In there was a small bar with several stools, a poker table, a pool table and another strange table. I found that table was known as bondage bench! I was stripped of my robe and led to the bench. Two padded arms that my knees went on. Another longer section that looked like an ironing board except it had leather padding on it. Another two more padded arms toward the front that my forearms rested on. I could see that it was designed for complete immobility of the person.
I could only imagine what I looked like from behind. My legs spread apart, my ass up in the air with my genitals dangling unprotected between my legs. Straps went over my arms to hold them down as well as one strap over my back held me tightly to the table. My head was conveniently at waist level which made it extremely easy for anyone to walk up and slide his penis into my mouth. This became very evident through out the night.
Chuma grabbed a leather paddle. "It's time to turn this white ass into red!"
He did exactly that, the burning brought tears to my eyes. That was only one of the many indignities I suffered that night. Chuma sat at the bar, watching his friends ejaculate in my mouth. Some of his friends thought it was more fun to just squirt their sperm in my face. Others thought it was more fun to just fuck my ass. I really lost my will to resist anymore.
When they had enough fun with me on the bench, I was untied and led to a small platform by the end of the bar. There was a rope hanging down from the ceiling which my arms were attached to and stretched above my head. Chuma's friend strapped a ball gag into my mouth and fastened it behind my head. There was a spot light above the bar that was turned directly on me.
"I think it's time the professor gave us a show," laughed Chuma.
He brought forward this little instrument about the size of a billfold. It was called an Estim, short for electronic stimulation. An electronic device used to stimulate muscles. One lead was strapped at the base of my penis and the other around the head of my penis. When the machine was turned on, it made the muscles jumped back and forth at a rapid rate. Everyone knew what the result was going to be except me.
The electricity created an intense stimulation to my organ. It soon realized it would be impossible to control ejaculation. With my hard electrified penis twitching up and down, it only took about one minute and my penis began squirting forth it's semen. I was completely unaware that my hips were gyrating and bucking in rhythm to the electronic stimulation.
Everyone clapped and whistled, I had given them a great show. The humiliation was almost more than I could bare but I could hardly run and hide.
The big black man with the cigar grabbed me by the balls and tugged lightly.
"Com'on professor! Let's see you and your cock preform some more."
The Estim machine was left running and attached to my genitals. Another black man came up from the bar and gave my ass a spanking with his bare hand. After about five minutes, another orgasm reached my dick. It twitched and I bucked but not much sperm shot out this time. I think my supply was depleted so they took the machine off me. I hung there from the rope, my feet just touching the platform.
Drool was running down my chin from the ball gag, my chest was covered with it. The patrons at the bar were pointing at me and laughing. It was at that moment I realized I had been broken. I had no more self respect, my self esteem was gone I had no willpower. If it was Chuma's intention to own me, then he had succeeded.
I was released from the platform and the ball gag was removed. Chuma stepped up to me. "Get your white ass down at the end of the bar. Wait till someone wants a blow job!"
I obeyed without even thinking. As I stood there, two black men came by and felt me up.
"Bend over professor. Show us your white pussy."
"Yeah, you got a little hair around there," he immediately jammed his finger into my anus. "Nice and tight. You'd be a good fuck."
The other man took his hard cock out and slapped my face. "Suck it dry, bitch!"
Chuma and his friend dropped me off at home but I don't know what time it was just dark. I remember getting into the hot shower and just standing there forever. The next day I woke up sprawled out on the bed naked. I had no recollection how I even got there or when.
I looked at the clock and it was noon! I though how the hell could I sleep until noon? I went upstairs to see if Chuma was awake but his room was empty. I went back to my bedroom, pulled a robe from the closet and put it on. Made my way to the kitchen, made some coffee and sat down to read the paper. I found myself reflecting on last night at that club, Dante's Den.
As my thoughts began recount the evening, I had a pleasant surprise. My cock began to swell into a full erection. It was completely stiff. I dashed into my bedroom and stood naked in front of the mirror. I smiled because I thought I looked pretty damn good for a middle aged professor. I thought to myself Chuma wanted me naked so I would just stay that way around the house.
Around one o'clock, Chuma came in. He stopped in the kitchen "You learn fast," he smiled. "Now, go turn my shower on. I need a bath."
Chuma entered the bathroom completely naked and stepped into the shower. I sat the towels down on the toilet seat and was about to leave.
"Where the fuck you going?"
"I was going to let you shower in private," I muttered.
"Get your naked ass in here and give me a bath!"
That was probably the most erotic thing I had ever experienced, giving another man a bath. My feelings could be seen almost instantly as my dick sprang to attention. My soapy hands slid over his muscled body.
"Be sure you clean my ass good! Get your hands up in my crack and wash it!"
I slid my hand between the two large mound of muscle and felt his anus.
With two of my fingers, I rubbed around and around his tight sphincter. I could see his cock growing as I explored his ass. The urge was so hard to resist, I wanted to slip my fingers into his black ass. I reached around and touched his swollen black cock. "Do you want me to take care of that for you?"
"Not now." He reached down and rubbed my hard cock.
He knelt down in front of me, taking my testicles in one hand and my hard cock in the other. He literally swallowed my whole cock and my balls in his mouth. I couldn't describe the feeling but it was sensational. I rocked my hips and watched my penis glide in and out of Chuma's large lips. Suddenly I groaned and bucked. Chuma grabbed me by the ass cheeks and held me in tight. His tongue slid over and over my sensitive glans until I was limp.
Chuma stood and grabbed me by the arms. "You better never tell anyone about this. You understand me?"
I quickly nodded my head. "YES! Yes, I understand. I would never tell anyone. You have my word."
"Good," he said. "Now you can give me a hand job."
I grabbed his thick hard cock with my right hand and began to slowly pull it up and down. I hand never felt anything so big before it was almost like he had received two dicks combined into one.
"Yank it!" He shouted. "You ain't gonna break it!"
I quickened the pace, taking faster and longer strokes paying attention to his large black glans.
"His breathing quickened. "I'm ready to cum! Get your hand on my balls and roll'em around in your fingers!"
I no sooner grabbed his testicles and his cock shot out a thick stream of sperm that hit me straight in the abdomen.
Then there was another and another and a rush came over me. I was yanking his cock and making him groan and moan for more. For just a brief moment, a rush of power came over me and I liked the idea I was controlling his feelings.
The rest of the day I spent grading papers, naked in my study.
Chuma came in and tossed a cock and ball harness on the papers in front of me.
"Put it on!"
I stared at it for a moment. It fastened with snaps under my scrotum and around the base of my cock. Another small strap came up between my testicles separating them from one another. Hit also snapped to the first strap.
"You wear that until I tell you to take it off. Understand?"
I swallowed once before I replied. "What about when I go to classes on Monday?"
Chuma glared down at me. "I said wear it! Everywhere!"
I sighed, he had made it quite clear.
I went to class Monday morning feeling a bit strange with that harness attached to my genitals. I also felt a little self conscious. Every black student I saw, I wondered if he might have been at the club Saturday night and saw me. Then there was that damn harness, which I was totally aware of the whole day. I thought to myself, Chuma knew this harness would irritate me all day. He must really be enjoying this.
Like anything, after a few days it didn't bother me anymore. In fact I began to enjoy it. When ever I though about my cock and ball harnessed up like that, it usually made me hard. Another thing that made me hard as a rock was the thought of going back to Dante's Den. Being the subject of sexual abuse and humiliation. I didn't understand why that aroused me so much but it did.
It was the stupidest things I ever did but I asked Chuma to take me back there and he did. Saturday night after another game which our team won. Upon arriving, I was ordered to strip, remove the ball harness and my hands were cuffed behind my back. Chuma fastened a black leather collar around my neck and attached a leash to it. This time they didn't strap me to the bench.
Instead, I was passed from stool to stool via the leash. If the patron on the stool didn't want oral sex at that time, I was passed to the next. If they did want their penis sucked, then I had to kneel and preform oral sex. There were a few patrons that preferred to fuck me instead. For that I was taken to a room in the back that had a sofa and a bed.
As for the electronic stimulator, they tied me to a chair this time. They installed another device called a penis plug and glans ring. The plug, about three inches long, was inserted into my urethra. The ring was slipped over my glans which held it in place. They locked a metal ring at the base of my cock, attached a small wire to it and another small wire to the penis plug.
Well, my bobbing and twitching cock gave them a lot of pleasure once again. The machine actually forced me to get an erection then ejaculate me. My penis went soft again and they increased the stimulation. With the machine still running, it eventually worked its magic and gave me another erection and of course another ejaculation. I had this done to me three time that night.
That night I heard someone call Chuma's friend by name, Randy. He unhooked me from the Estim machine, took me in the back room and gave my ass a work out with his hard cock. I remember walking into my bedroom but that was about all.
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