I have a kink fantasy and it’s completely related to race.
I have a fantasy of being used by some big dicked, racist skinhead type of dudes.
I envision walking some place in broad daylight and I am tackled to the ground, blindfolded, and dragged off some place.
When I’m untied, I find myself tied across a desk, face down, ass in the air, and arms behind my back.
The place smells filthy like piss, B.O., leather, and motor oil. There are five guys circling the table cussing and saying vile things to me. Some are spitting on me, while others are slapping my face, back, ass, and/or legs. They’re all wearing skin tight jeans and black leather boots. Some wearing shirts, others are not. They’re drinking and smoking and telling each other what they want to do to me while they have me here.
One guy walks up to me and starts to dick slap me; I don’t think he’s bathed in days. The musk from his crotch is strong and vinegary, my eyes start to water. One of his friends pries open my mouth while the dude who was slapping stands there and, for what feels like hours, begins to piss in my mouth. At the same time, the other three men are behind me ripping off my pants. They’re making comments about my ass and how characteristic it is of my “species”. One of them begins to tongue me, then I feel a finger, then another, and then another. At some point I lose count and realize someone has their entire hand in my ass as if I were a muppet.
I laid strapped to that table for hours while these men had there way with me. I was covered in their sweat, piss, and spit. Their cum was dripping off of my entire body and out from every orifice possible. I had experienced pain and humiliation in ways I had never thought possible and yet, I was aroused. I enjoyed being a toy for these men. I enjoyed being used like a disposable object for them because at that moment, I had no worth other than to receive their bodily fluids in whatever manner they wanted to give them to me. Thinking about this I began to laugh. I laughed like a lunatic while strapped to that table.
The men looked at each other and then at me and asked, “what the fuck is so funny?”
I couldn’t stop laughing long enough to answer. The men told me to shut up. I continued to laugh. They told me to shut up, again. I laughed some more. Then one of the men walked over to me and said, “shut the fuck up, you fucking ni…,” and then everything went dark.
I woke up laying in the middle of the street, shirtless, pants around my ankles, well, what was left of them, and my shoes were missing. It took me while to figure out where I was as the streets were empty. I began to stand up and my legs could not hold me. After several attempts and many minutes later, I struggled to my feet and began my way home. With each step I could feel pain throughout my entire body. With each step the pain softened. With each step, I began to reminisce of the time I was held captive and treated like an animal.
What a fond memory it was.
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