1. Andy


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    they called the shots, and, somehow, the fact that they were so big, so black, so in effortlessly in control, his total obedience seemed perfectly natural. Andy felt himself flush again and hardly realizing it a tiny pearl of precum was decorating the tip of his returning erection… The food had arrived—or rather, only Andy’s had arrived: it was a small plate that he figured was an appetizer. Mr. Asad insisted that Andy begin eating. Mr. Ikamau and Mr. Tedros watched with great interest. Andy figured it was another rite of passage: see if the white boy can stomach real African food. Probably some kind of gross delicacy like musk ox intestine or broiled grubs, Andy thought. He poked around with his fork a little to find something that looked reasonably safe. Oh well, he thought, here goes nothing. He smiled at the black men and daintily ate a morsel. Within seconds the spicy food caused Andy to break out in a sweat. The black men exchanged a few words and Mr. Asad motioned impatiently for Andy to keep eating. Andy took a few more small bites and he now began sweating profusely. He muttered an apology and looked for his water glass, but his vision seemed all screwed up somehow. Even worse, he was beginning to have difficulty breathing. Act normal, act normal, Andy told himself. He should excuse himself and go to the men’s room until whatever it was passed. But somehow he didn’t seem to be able to get himself to move. He was trying to act normally, but he was panting and ...
    sweating and feeling chilled. He’d begun to tremble all over. What was the matter with him? An allergy? Food poisoning? He tried to ask Mr. Asad where the men’s room might be. But the black man was nodding his approval, patting Andy’s forehead with a napkin, and grinning. As if reading his mind, Mr. Asad held up a glass of water and held it to Andy’s lips as he sipped. It tasted rather funny… Andy felt very strange by now—as if he had to remember that he was inside his body. His fingers suddenly went numb and he dropped the fork he’d been holding without even realizing it and the numbness spread up his arms to his shoulders. He panicked. Could he be having a heart attack? He was too young to have a heart attack…wasn’t he? He tried to say something to Mr. Asad but the black man told him to be calm. He tried one last time to get to his feet but Mr. Assad laid a strong black hand on his shoulder and gently f***ed Andy to remain in his seat. He found he was was too weak to try again. Andy saw Mr. Ikamau calmly take out his cell phone. He spoke in African, quick, hard, efficient words. He wasn’t smiling, anymore. None of the black men were. Andy understood only three words that Mr. Ikamau said: 9-1-1 **Two** In the ambulance, Andy felt his clothes being cut from his body. He tried to tell the black woman that he was wearing his one good suit—the one he wore especially to interviews—but she shocked him by telling him to shut the fuck up. “You’re not going to be needing your old clothes ...
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