1. Andy


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

    anymore bitch,” she sneered. She dumped his cut-to-ribbons suit, along with the rest of his clothes, his shoes, socks, underwear, all of it, into a bag marked in big block letters: “WASTE.” Why were his clothes suddenly garbage? What was happening to him? He tried to get someone to explain, but no one would listen. Everyone in the back of the ambulance was moving quickly and super-efficiently. From the way they were acting, Andy could only assume it really was serious. Something bad must have happened to him. But other than a slightly sick feeling in the pit of his stomach and a bit of dizziness left over from his fainting spell back at the restaurant, he really didn’t feel that badly. Andy wanted to tell someone he was feeling much better, but no one was listening to him. The black doctor who seemed to be in charge told one of the all-black EMT staff to prep him. Prep him—for what? They’d strapped him down to a gurney back in the restaurant. Now they began sticking needles into his arms. He saw his legs being raised and spread. Someone gave him an injection in his spine. Everything below his waist went cold and weak. Something huge was inserted into his asshole, stretching him out. Andy moaned. He tried to tell them to stop, but the a pretty, mocha-skinned nurse was determined to get whatever it was stuffed all the way inside him. Andy started crying. Mr. Asad knelt beside Andy’s gurney. His chiseled ebony face looked cool and impersonal. Like an African mask above a ...
    sacrificial altar. “Am I—am I dying?” Andy sobbed. He hardly dared asked the question for fear of the answer. He felt dizzy and disoriented. They’d stuck needles into his chest and he felt a terrible pressure slowly building up there, like he was being filled with air or water or something… “Listen to me carefully bitch,” Mr. Assad said. Why were they being so mean to him, why did they keep calling him bitch…? “Who are you? What are you doing to me? You aren’t a headhunter, are you?” “I am a headhunter alright, but perhaps not the kind you were hoping for?” the black man smiled, showing his teeth. “ I’m employed for an outfit that supplies African men and women of distinction with white slave sissies, such as yourself.” Andy tried to interrupt. Mr. Asad had it wrong. He wasn’t a sissy. They didn’t tell him that this was the position they were looking to fill. No, this wasn’t the job for him. The black man cut him off before Andy could say a word. “I’m a professional. I can spot a prospect a mile away. You have sissy written all over you. The potential is obvious. I’m only surprised you haven’t been captured already. My good fortune, eh?” The smile Andy had seen early once again spread across Mr. Asad’s handsome black face, but it didn’t seem nearly so friendly anymore. “You’ll fetch a nice commission.” He turned to the nurse monitoring the tubes attached to Andy’s chest. “Make them bigger. We’ve got a client with a breast fetish.” He looked back at Andy and saw the anguished ...
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