My white singlet stuck to my body, the drying sticky sweat from my wrestling match indicating it could only have been hours since I was in the ring: conqueror, winner, epitome of masculinity. Harsh, unrelenting slavery is our destiny for life now, at the mercy of our cruel black owners. Gay porn We live on a large plantation and we slave from morning until evening. Filthy unwashed white beasts of burden, chained together. Simply chained to the central pole and left to recover for the next day, in the pitch black of the farmyard.On most evenings, at least one of us is removed. We have no freedom other than the quiet whispers together when alone. I have never been able to cum throughout my captivity, a source of frustration for each of us. But after drinking my post match flask to rehydrate, I only remember the haze and then blackness. I was to find the same fate as my friends.I lay on my side and realised the trunk was too small to manoeuvre myself into a sitting position.
