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I could set my watch by the time he arrived -- never early and never late. Bang on 7pm my doorbell rang and I opened the door. There was Musa, tall and slim, with his hair back in dreadlocks, with blond tips again. This time at the end of each one was a tiny shell -- I think they are called cowrie shells. It looked wonderful. He had on tight tee shirt that showed off his slim muscled body, and slim fit tracksuit bottoms, dark blue that showed off his legs. When he walked in I realised they were sagging at the back and showing off his underwear.
Next to him was Dion. I had seen him in a couple of the pictures on Musa's site but had not realised just how big he was. Not height, he was a little shorter than Musa, but width. Musa had said he was a boxer -- I could see it. He was wearing a baggy top but even that couldn't hide his muscles. His baggy track suit bottoms were a bit too baggy to see much.
"So this is your cash piggy -- you are right he looks a total fag" said Dion. I don't know what accent it was, not Southern African for sure but not a standard English voice. He was a true African master.
Musa said to me "dis is my homie, Dion, and you gonna show him how I got you trained. Don't let me down or de belt buckle be slicing your booty again and dis time I will be showing my man how you punish a white boy who doesn't know his place."
They walked in and Dion said "let's change in the bedroom and he can get some drinks together. I guess you still on vodka and coke? I want beer"
I didn't have any beer, which was not a great start. "Run and get some then fag. We will be waiting for you".
When I got back with the beer they both stood up. I think my eyes must have come out on stalks. Musa had the zip round leather shorts I had liked so much before, black DMs and a harness. But Dion had huge boots, leather pants, a leather waistcoat (what Americans call a vest), sun glasses and a leather cap. His arms were enormous and each had a leather strap round the bicep which really accentuated how big his arms were. The waistcoat was unbuttoned and I could see his pecs, his rippling abdomen and the leather pants didn't hide his huge legs. He was astonishing. A black bull.
"Don't just stand there" said Dion "show some respect."
I dropped to my knees and started at his boots, licking them and fondling them. I licked them all over, both feet, and then started to work my way up. The leather pants were wonderful and I could feel the muscles of his legs underneath. When I got to the top, rather than just lick his crotch I stopped and looked up, and waited.
"Well he got the right respect anyway Musa" said Dion. "He don't just dive in on my dick like he thinks he is entitled to it".
I don't know what possessed me but I said "that Sir, is cos I am not entitled to it. I pay the money and then I get whatever I am given". I glanced at Musa and he smiled at me. I was clearly doing well.
"You can lick my crotch but don't touch it and for sure don't touch my ass". I licked Dion's crotch. The leather pants were designed with a triangular patch at the front that looked like it was held on with pop studs. I wanted to pop them and see what was underneath but I guessed I would get there soon enough.
"Stand and do the chest" he said and I stood up and licked his chest. I pushed the sides of his waistcoat away and was surprised to see he had bars through both his nipples. "You can work them but don't chew, if I feel a bite I will take your teeth out one by one with my bare hands". I nuzzled on his nipples and after a time moved on to his arms. I wanted to bury my nose in his pits but first I worshipped his biceps and triceps. They were massive and when I finally plucked up the courage to go for his pits he wrapped is arm around my head and held me in place. The smell was -- I guess it was black muscle god.
"I thought you said you used him as a punch bag last week?" asked Dion.
"Well I did but I am not a boxer like you woz, and you woz a heavyweight so could do some real damage".
"I was not just a' heavy weight" said Dion "I was the heavyweight champion for Africa'. If I had continued training and not had to escape from the country I would still be boxing. After 18 months in a refugee camp I lost all my tone and physique and now I'm not in my prime."
I felt his huge arm wrapped around me. I put my hands up and stroked along his massive biceps and triceps. I could just see that he was a boxer -- but the idea he had lost tone and physique, my god what must he have looked like in his prime.
When I eventually came up for air I glanced over at Musa. He looked less happy than before and I hoped he wasn't jealous. If I had to choose between the two it would be Musa for sure -- but I wanted him to realise I could demonstrate how well he trained me. I wanted him to be proud of me. I looked up at Dion and said "please may I worship Master Musa, Sir?"
He manoeuvred me in front of Musa and said "show Musa what you think of him". I was about to drop to my knees when Musa grabbed my chin, turned my face towards him and spat in my face. "That's what I think of him" said Musa.
"Get over there on your knees" said Dion. He turned to Musa and said "I forgot how good you were at gobbing on people -- shall we see who has the best aim. Bet you £5 you cannot gob in his eye from here."
Musa said "you are on". He said to me "back against the wall over there". I moved further away.
"A one off bet his boring" said Musa. "We each gob on him 5 times. 5 points for an eye. 3 points in his mouth. 1 point on his face. Whoever scores the most wins £50.
Musa hocked up a wad of spit. Leaned forward and spat on me. It hit my forehead and began to run down my face. I wiped it off. Dion stepped forward and kicked me, full on, in the balls. "Don't wipe it off you stupid fucker. We want to see you covered in spit. Put your hands behind your back and don't move them until I give you permission."
Musa shook his head at me in disgust.
"I thought you had him trained" said Dion. "You still got work to do". I felt so embarrassed. I had let Musa down.
"That was just a test, do it again" said Dion.
Musa worked up another wad of phlegm and spat on me. A direct hit in my left eye. "Don't even blink" said Dion. "I want to see that eye red and sore before we finished. He got 5 points, now keep your eyes open".
He fired off his spit at me but it landed on my cheek and started running down. Musa went next and landed his thick phlegm right between my eyes. Dion leaned as far forward as he could and got it in my mouth. "Keep the mouth open" he commanded.
Musa then got my right eye and whooped and cheered. "11 points to 4". Dion really focused and spat with real force but went far too high and landed in my hair. I could feel it wet and nasty. It ran down onto my face and Dion laughed and said "I got his face finally". It was now 11 to 5.
Musa missed completely on his next go -- it didn't actually reach me and Dion laughed. "Fuck off" said Musa I winning and you going to owe me £50. Dion however landed directly in my eye and it was now 11 -- 9.
Musa took his final turn and landed a huge wad of spit in my mouth. "14 -- 9, the best you can get is a draw." Dion of course got my eye again and it was 14 all.
Musa said that they would each take one more go and he landed another wad of spit in my mouth. Dion stepped forward and hocked up another huge amount of phlegm. He aimed, and spat it directly in my eye. "Yes, I win" he shouted and punched Musa on the arm. "Show us the spit in your mouth fag -- you better not have swallowed it". I got up and showed Dion what was in my mouth. "Have some more" he said and spat in another boll of spit.
Musa turned to me "go and get him £50 and pay my debt". I went into the kitchen to get my wallet. I took out £50, wiped my face with a cloth and cleaned myself up. I went back into the room and handed it to Musa.
"You cleaned yourself up" said Dion "after I said I wanted to see you covered in it."
Musa looked at me and shook his head -- the sort when someone is really disappointed. I felt awful. "The punishment jock is on the bed go and put it on".
I went into the bedroom and it was already there on the bed - the jock with the pins all around the front piece, sticking inside to pin my cock and balls. Clearly some sort of punishment had been planned. I put it on and went back.
"Show me there is no tissue this time" said Dion.
Clearly Musa had told him the story of what I had done in that horrible punishment session a few weeks back. I pulled the jock back and showed him. "Good boy, you can get a reward at least for that." He started to gently stroke my nipples and play with them. Musa stepped forward and joined in as well. He took my hand and placed it on the bulge in his shorts and said "unzip me and get my cock out". I carefully undid his shorts and got his dick out. It wasn't hard and he said "use your hands to make it hard". I had rarely been allowed to touch his beautiful cock before and I slowly jacked him off. In just a few strokes he was rock hard. But the problem was, so was I. And the pins in the punishment jock were sticking painfully into my cock. Musa put his hand down to my cock and balls and said "I could squeeze now and you would be in agony so you better do dis next bit really well or trust me I will make you bleed."
Dion went away and came back with three dildoes and said "go on Musa prove to me how good you claim he is".
Musa said to me "throat training position batty". I immediately knelt down, put my hands behind my back, tilted my head back on opened my mouth.
"Good start" said Dion
"Watch this" said Musa and he picked up the smallest of the dildoes and hovered over my mouth with it. "Beg for it". "Please Master Musa, wreck my throat".
And oh my god that is what he tried to do. Talk about showing off. He rammed it in, and out, and in and out and was just so fast and so aggressive. At one point I needed to catch my breath and didn't let it go straight back in. Dion stepped forward and put his boot on my crotch and pressed a little. The pins were so sharp I winced and Musa rammed the dildo back in. He did it for several minutes and any time I hesitated, Dion was there pushing on my crotch.
Eventually Musa asked Dion to pass the next one. He made me lick it and kiss it and then just like with the first was vicious in ramming it down my throat. This time when it came out great strands of throat slime came with it which he smeared across my face. A few times I coughed but Musa didn't care he just carried on. Clearly he wanted to show off to Dion.
After what seemed like ages Dion got the largest one. "Don't stand in front of him bro" said Musa, "he gonna be pukin like a fountain wid dis one". Dion stepped away and Musa said "show him you can take it. Puke and keep going. Dis time we not gonna stop". He slid the dildo in slowly but relentlessly and when it was all the way he turned to Dion and said "leaving it in his throat is great, he hates it but I got him to do it for two minutes". Dion laughed. "Stop wasting time, I want to see him covered in puke".
Musa pulled it out and shoved it in, I retched. He pulled it out and shoved it in and I coughed and great floods of throat slime shot out on either side of my mouth. He did it again and I retched and then when he did it a fourth time I vomited. He just ignored the copious amounts of puke pouring onto my face and carried on. He raped my throat over and over until my stomach was just dry heaving and I was a total mess.
He pulled out and said "and dats what he paid me to train him to do". He looked at me and said "money well spent fag?" and I just nodded and said "yes Master Musa"
Go clean yourself up and you can take that jock off.
"I will clean him up" said Dion and followed me into the bathroom. He made me climb in the tub and then he said "close your eyes and do not try and look at my dick". I heard the pop studs pull open and then a stream of stinking piss came on me. Washing my hair, my face, my body, everywhere. It was warm but it was very strong smelling. He didn't just look like a bull he pissed like one too. It seemed to last an age. When it stopped Dion said "I don't want you smelling of piss -- get a proper shower and come back" and disappeared back into the lounge.
When I returned they were both sitting drinking and Musa said "we woz just thinking how we gonna work your nipples for a bit. We got the perfect idea. They both stood up and Dion came up behind me. He put his arm around my neck and his other around my chest and said "he won't be moving". Musa produced some nipple clamps. They were like the sort of clamps you use to jump start your car. They were huge. He put one on my nipple and I screamed "that's far too much, far too much, take it off". Dion tightened his grip and this huge black man just held me so I couldn't move. Musa then put the other one on my other nipple and stood back as I struggled and wriggled to no avail. There was literally nothing I could do.
Musa then stepped up and grabbed the clamps. I thought he was going to take them off but instead he pulled them. My nipples stretched out and he really started to lean back. It was agony. The clamps were so tight there was no way they would slip off. Dion was so strong there was no point struggling. I just had to take it. And Musa really did them hard. Half way through he stopped and gave me some poppers but then he just went back to punishing my nipples harder than I ever thought possible.
Dion suddenly said "he likes it" and they both looked at my cock. It was rock hard. I love my nipples done. I love the idea of some big black man holding me. I guess, despite the fact that the pain was intense, this was my perfect session. Musa changed technique and started to twist the clamps around. I yelled and I screamed but they carried on. I thought I could take no more and when Musa said "you ready to stop?" I begged him for mercy. "You realise dat when we stop dis the next thing is Dion going to fuck you?" "Please Master Dion, please fuck me."
Musa laughed and said "Der is one thing I guarantee, when we have our second session with Dion that will not be the answer". "OK Dion let him go" and he released me. I was so relieved I dropped to the floor.
"I wanted to flog him for a bit" said Dion. "Boy, you want to be flogged before you are fucked?" The truth was providing he didn't go too hard I did. A flogging, particularly when high on poppers, can be amazing. But I gave what I thought was the right answer "I never get to choose Master Dion, Master Musa chooses and I just take what I am given".
Musa beamed at me, a smile that just melted me. He was so hot and I was so horny. And I had made him smile. "In the bags wot we brought are several floggers -- pick de two you want -- we gonna both work you over. In fact I need to come wid you cos I need the door restraint." I followed Musa into the bedroom and he whispered. "You is doing me proud tonight. Not sure about dat shit wiv you wiping your face, like anyone cares - you look like a used fag most of de time. But you givin Dion all the right answers. He taught me most of dis stuff and showing him I can do it wid you is great. De flogging is a reward -- at least at first -- but you do know you can't enjoy it too much. I got to show him you ask for more, even when we hurt you".
"Yes master" I said. I sorted through various floggers and picked up two that were leather. One was thicker than the other and Musa said to me "give me dat thicker one -- I want to be the one leaving de best marks on your fat ass".
We went back in and while Musa sorted the restraints out, hooked over the door and the door then closed, Dion gave me poppers from the gas mask. He was good. He kept it on until I was properly tied up and he said "when you get into the poppers high, stick your ass out so we know".
Then they began. On my ass. One from the left and one from the right. And amazingly not too hard. Just the right amount. And within a couple of minutes the poppers high hit me and, without saying a word, I pushed my arse back a little. Oh my god. They began thrashing me. They were trying to outdo each other in how hard they could go. My arse started to feel hot and I could see the boots of each of them as they stepped back to let the other one in. I was being flogged by two beautiful black masters. It was hard but it was so horny. "Seems his dick shows he is liking it too much" said Dion and that was all it took for them to move onto my back. But they did not start gently they went straigt in and flogged me full force. Occasionally a particularly bad one would land and they would laugh. Eventually Musa said "if you gonna fuck him we better warm his ass up again" and then he said to me "push that ass out and every time it hits you say `thank you, please do it again but harder'".
They were just savage. After just a few swats each they reached a point when I don't think they could go harder. I had stopped enjoying it and had started to whimper and sob. Even then they kept going. And then just as I thought I could take no more Musa started counting down from 10. And it was over.
"You woz moaning faggot, but now I gonna make you scream. Get him properly poppered up with the gas mask like I showed you, and let him lube his hole. That might help". Dion was clearly taking charge.
I got myself sorted. Took lots of poppers and knelt on the floor with my ass in the air. "Oh no" said Dion "we not doing it doggy, I only ever fuck in one position, pile driver." I must have looked a bit confused because Musa said "lie on your back and lift your legs up". I did that and Musa grabbed my ankles and using his full weight got them touching the floor behind my head. It was only possible cos I rolled over so my arse hole was pointing directly up to the sky. Dion then stood right in front where I could see. He was covered in sweat from the flogging and his shiny black body looked absolute perfection. He popped off the triangular patch on his leather trousers. His dick flopped out. It was not hard but it was already really fat. He stood over me and played with himself until it was rock hard. It was fucking huge. It was cut and the head was like a huge mushroom. The problem was not just the length, yes it was long, but it was the width. It was the fattest dick I had ever seen in my life.
He moved round and positioned himself so his dick was pointing directly at my arsehole. "Cover his mouth with your ass" he said to Musa, who promptly sat on my face and then Dion simply dropped his whole body on to me and in one move his huge dick went completely into my arse right up to his balls. It didn't matter that Musa was covering my mouth the scream must have echoed around the whole street. He kept it in, right in, for about 10 seconds, then he pulled himself completely out. I could feel my arse close with relief and then he repeated what he had just done and in one move he was back inside completely. My arsehole was still tender from the action the previous week but that was as nothing to this. He dropped his full weight on it -- literally a pile driver. He pulled out, again completely, and again my hole twitched with relief and then he dropped back on me and drove it home. It was relentless. Musa had moved his arse off my face so I could breath but each time Dion went in I was still crying out. It was amazing. It was both the most painful and the most erotic thing ever done to my ass. This massive black bull was driving into me repeatedly and I was taking it.
Musa said "you can unzip my ass and tongue my hole when you ready". I needed no further encouragement. I pulled the zip down and pushed the leather away from his hole. "No shit for you dis week " he said "but I sweating like a pig from beating dat ass red raw". He squatted down and I was able to get my tongue up his perfect dark brown asshole. At the same time Dion was continuing to pile drive me ass. He never changed his technique. He never speeded up or slowed down. It was a relentless, pile drive, rhythm. He would poise over my asshole and then just drop his full weight. It was incredible. My ass was stretching to accommodate him but it hurt every time. I tried to ignore the pain and my hands went down to my dick. It was rock hard.
I tongued Musa's crack and then started pushing up his hole. He didn't say anything when I pulled his cheeks apart so I was able to get right in. This was just my idea of heaven. Two black masters totally in control. One fucking me like I was just a piece of meat and the other letting me clean his ass. I started to jack off. Musa manoeuvred so he was still holding my legs down but he was able to play with my nipples. He did it just right. Like he really wanted me to enjoy it. We had clearly moved on from him just wanting to hurt me and humiliate me. This was perfect.
Dion's relentless pile driving was letting him deeper into my ass. His cock was banging on my prostate and turning me on even more. I started to speed up and Musa said "de fag is about to shoot". Dion dropped on me again. Musa pushed his ass a little more into my face and I started to twitch and moan. Dion was out of me and he clearly watched and at the perfect moment, at the peak of my orgasm, he dropped into my arse again. I shot my load over and over. Musa eased off my face slightly so I could better lick his arse and I was spent.
"Fucking hell guys, that was just perfect" I said. Dion pulled out of me. I started to relax when he dropped back on me and his cock ploughed my ass again. "OK I am done here" I said. "And I am not" said Dion. I got another 10 minutes to go at least.
There was no way he was fucking me once I had cum. My arse had tightened up. My balls were spent I was done. Musa adjusted his position and I realised he had just manoeuvred so his full weight was holding me down. Dion on the other hand just rammed his cock into my ass just like he had been doing for the last god knows how long.
I wriggled, I struggled, I begged them to stop, I offered extra money, I tried everything. But Dion just carried on fucking, or rather raping, my arse. Musa said "zip the shorts round and release my cock" which I did. It sprang up, hard as ever and Musa moved a little and I realised he was going to fuck my face.
And that is what happened. Never mind Dion said he had 10 minutes left, for the next 20 minutes the two of them fucked me. Dion on my arse. Never changing. Never varying. Just pulling completely out. Then positioning his dick over my hole and dropping back in. And because I had cum already it went from being an amazing experience to a horrible, cruel, rape. Musa wasn't able to get his cock completely down my throat -- I was bent so far back my body was making it difficult. But he didn't seem to mind and just fucked my face as I lay on my back.
Eventually Dion said "I think I am gonna shoot soon" and Musa said "I can shoot whenever you ready bro". And the two of them worked me harder. Musa speeded up and had me sucking his cock trying to drain him. Dion was still just doing his pile driver and eventually he simply said "Next time" and Dion rammed down my throat just as Dion dropped on me and I felt their big black cocks shoot their spunk in my holes. I started to cough as Musa shot his load and he slapped my face "Don't fuckin spoil it now white boy". Dion pulled out, just like before and said "out the way I need him to clean me up". Musa moved out of the way and I was able to lie flat on the ground. Dion positioned his cock over my face and then just dropped on me --and pile drived it into my throat. I immediately started to retch and choke. He held it there and then slowly withdrew it saying "wipe every bit of it clean". He pulled out of my mouth and I saw what had been damaging my intestines for the last 30 minutes. It was huge, with the fattest head I had ever seen.
"Simple question" said Musa "would you want him to ruin your ass again?" I looked at Dion. This massive black bull stood over me, with muscles to die for, and a dick which was truly amazing. And I felt my arsehole. It was just gaping. It would probably never close again -- it was truly wrecked. Then I looked at Musa, tall and slim, with his hair so beautifully done, and his wicked smile which melted me every time.
"Well the damage is done I guess -- and he does look hot. But honestly Master Musa, I am happy just with you".
Dion leaned down with absolute hatred written across his face and spat in my eye. "Useless faggot. I taught him everything he knows".
"You taught him well" I said
Musa said "You can send me the money on the bank app. Where did you get it this time?" I explained that I had taken a pay day loan out but had decided to sell my car to get more money. "I couldn't sell my car quickly enough to get the £1200 for this week"
"That's good" said Musa "cos you will need money next week. But you better be thinking what else to sell cos dat car wont pay for more dan a couple of weeks and Musa be back making money every Tuesday"
"£1200?" said Dion "Why am I only getting £500 when I did all the work". Musa shrugged and said "I charged him £200 for arranging it -- he didn't argue" "Well I am" said Dion angrily. "Fuck off" said Musa "We agreed £500 and dat what you got".
Dion was furious and stormed off into the bedroom. Musa followed him and through the closed door I could hear raised voices. Basically Dion was saying he had taught Musa everything and Musa was cheating him. Dion stormed out without even saying goodbye and Musa was clearly angry when he came to speak to me.
"Dis your fault, you idiot, you told him what you paying. My man really pissed now and its your fault. Give me another £200 so I can pay him the same".
"I am really sorry Musa, I have no money, look" I handed him my phone and he could see that in my bank account was £17.54. "That's why I am selling my car."
"You are fucking useless" Musa said. "You supposed to be my cash cow not my penniless pussy boy. You better hope he still not pissed wid me next week cos if he is I will be taking all of my frustration out on your ass wid dat belt buckle".
I shrugged. I didn't know what else to do. And he back handed me across the face really hard. "Don't you disrespect me." He threw my phone down hard onto the tiled floor and the back came off . I bent down to pick it up but before I could he stamped on it. It shattered into pieces. "Don't you ever dis me you queer-boy batty faggot. You lucky I don't punch you til your teeth drop out. He is my homie and you made him pissed wid me. So now I doubly pissed with you. You will pay for dat next Tuesday if we iz not good by den"
He picked up his bag and walked out.
I was really upset. It had been a good session -- though the ending was far more than I could really cope with. Being fucked by Dion had, once I got into it, been amazing. I just wished I had not cum early cos after that it was just being raped. But now Musa was mad at me and after all my efforts to make him proud of me I had failed. I would have to do extra things next Tuesday. But most importantly I needed to have sold my car so I could pay him and buy a new phone. He was as relentless on my wallet as Dion had been on my arse. It couldn't go on for ever.