I was nineteen years old, and in my first year of college, I attended a large house party where I didn't know anyone. Somebody gave me a rum and coke, which quickly went to my head as I didn't drink. I sat down next to an older black guy named Jerome, who I later learned was thirty-seven years old.

We began chatting about a variety of things, including our childhoods. Jerome remarked that he often found himself bare bottom over his father's knee if he misbehaved.

I told Jerome that there was an event that culminated in my desire to be spanked by men during my eighteenth year of life. Before that year, I had no experience with spanking.

This revelation piqued Jerome's curiosity. He asked for more details.

I related my first experience that year when I engaged in exposure play. At night I would go out bare below the waist. A neighbor, Mr. Harris, caught me. He said, "Your choice, a spanking or the police." So, naturally, I opted for the spanking, which sexually aroused me, causing me to ejaculate.

A few months later, in my PE class, the coach gave me five swats for throwing a baseball bat, almost striking another student. All I had on was thin cotton gym shorts and a jockstrap. On the third swat, I had an orgasm.

Jerome said I liked it, which is true. However, Jerome surprised me when he said he always thought it would be fun to be able to dominate and spank a young white boy.

He came right to the point and told me he would love to be able to spank and dominate me. Feeling the effects of now two rum and cokes, I told him that might be fun. We ended up leaving the party and going to his house.

When we got there, he didn't waste any time and ordered me to take off my clothes which gave me an erection. He called me his "Pretty Little White Boy." He complimented me on my slight petite build, longer-than-average hair, and small, cleanly shaved endowment.

I told Jerome no one had ever referred to me as being pretty. He surprised me with his response. "You are pretty. Dressed in the right clothes, you could easily pass for a girl. I get the best of both worlds."

I glanced in a mirror and noted that marked contrast between Jerome and myself. I was only 5' 6" tall and 120 pounds. Jerome was over six feet tall and outweighed me by almost 100 pounds. Compared to Jerome's classical masculine appearance, I appeared effeminate.

Jerome said, "Here are the rules, and they are absolute. First, any play we engage in is completely voluntary and consensual on your part. You do not have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. You will have a safeword. If you say that safeword, I will immediately stop whatever we are doing and wherever we may be playing. If you say things such as, "Please No More," I won't stop. Do you understand?" I told Jerome I understood.

He told me to pick an uncommon word. I said, "ZEBRA." Jerome laughed, "Black and white. I love it. What a great choice."

Jerome told me that he hoped I would cooperate and assume a submissive role as much as possible as this would make it more fun.

"When you're here with me, I own your little white ass. You will obey all my orders and submit to all my demands. From now on, you will address me as Sir. I will address you as Boy."

I had never done anything like this, but I had already decided it might be fun to be dominated by Jerome. So, I said, "Okay, I'll be that for you when we're together."

Jerome smiled, "As long as you are a good boy, remember your place and obey me. I'll give you what you want."

He told me there were some things he wanted to do, left the room, and returned with a bowl of warm water, a razor, shaving cream, and a towel.

He told me he liked that my cock and balls were shaved, but he also wanted to shave off all of my remaining body hair.

I let him do it without argument and found it an erotic experience. After that, Jerome put a locking collar and leash on me.

Then, he led me into a back room and restrained me over what he called a spanking frame.

He gave me of extraordinarily long and sensual spanking. By this time, my cock was hard and dripping. He teased me unmercifully, playing with my cock, balls, and butt. He put clothespins on my balls and used a lightweight flogger on me. I begged him to let me cum, but he denied me that pleasure.

It was more than I could handle, and I cried out as I ejaculated. Jerome said, "I didn't give you permission to cum. You're going to be punished and learn to obey." He took a green switch to my butt. It wasn't sensual."

I pleaded for him to stop, promising to be a "good boy" and obey.

He ordered me to go in and clean up his kitchen, and he would swat my bare butt with a paddle when I didn't do it to his satisfaction. Then, he had a rubber O-ring that he slipped over my cock and balls, making me even harder. Finally, I was dripping like crazy, and he said he wanted to watch me cum. Having already ejaculated, this was difficult to do.

He ordered me to masturbate while he swatted my butt with his paddle. Finally, I lost control and again ejaculated. He then said it was his turn, and he bent me over the arm of the chair and started rubbing his cock up and down my butt crack. I was worried because I had already told him I wouldn't suck his cock or let him fuck me.

I said, "Please, don't put it in." He told me not to worry that it wouldn't happen now but might sometime in the future. When he came, all that hot cream felt so good.

That evening was the most erotic experience I had ever had. I never got close to saying zebra. I knew I wanted more, and I asked Jerome if we could do it again. After that, he would order me over to his house at least once a week and sometimes more often.

He would vary our activities, but I would always be naked, wearing the cock ring and collar, spanked numerous times, and was ordered to do household chores. Jerome loved to torment me sexually.

When my pubic hair started growing back, he would shave me again. He also started giving me enemas because he had begun using a butt plug and dildo on me. After all, I still resisted letting him put his cock in me.

As time passed, he introduced more BDSM elements, including bondage. Again, I found the sense of helplessness and vulnerability wildly erotic. Sometimes he would put a butt plug in me and restrain me when he employed corporal punishment.

He increased his inventory of implements to include different weights of paddles, canes, floggers, switches, and one particularly nasty little fourteen-inch piece of a fan belt.

I would have to hold my butt cheeks spread apart so he could use it on my asshole. It was brutal. After the first hit, I jumped up and said,' I can't stand that." I got six more with the fan belt, and Jerome announced it would be his "punishment implement. I didn't say it, but zebra was on my lips.

Many times, our play was simple. He would sit on the couch and watch TV with me naked over his lap. I might be there for two hours while he spanked me, played with my cock and balls, and put his fingers up my butt for a prostate massage. I would be going out of my mind, but I always asked permission to cum. I didn't want the fan belt used on me.

Jerome was creative. It was summertime, and he came up with his favorite BDSM activity, which he called water torture.

His backyard had an eight-foot-tall wooden fence around it. I would be blindfolded and cuffed with my hands behind my back.

He would hook a rope to my cock ring and tie it over a tree limb. My ankles would be tied to stakes in the ground to inhibit movement.

He had a dildo mounted on a longer stake that he would put in my butt, impaling me.

In front of me, a pulsating sprinkler sprayed a stream of water which hit my cock and balls. Although Jerome always ordered me not to cum until he permitted me. With water torture, I could never obey. The constant impact of the water caused irritation and a tremendous amount of uncontrollable sexual stimulation, which would cause me to lose control and cum.

Sometimes it would take thirty minutes or more before I came. In addition, there was unbearable post-orgasm torment because the water would continue to impact my cock and balls after I ejaculated.

In addition to physical torment, there was extreme psychological torment with fear of exposure. The alley gate was unlocked, and there was about a four-inch gap on each side of the gate.

My mind focused on being helpless, under the most humiliating of circumstances, with full knowledge that anyone walking down the alley could look in and see me. Being blindfolded, I had no way of knowing if anyone was watching me.

I would think, what if someone saw me and called the cops. We were in a black neighborhood in the South, and perverted sexual activity between a young white boy and a black man would not play well.

I would hear a car driving down the back alley from time to time. I always thought cops, my internal panic scale, would be off the charts, triggering an immediate and intense orgasm.

During the time this was going on, Jerome would never say a word, so I didn't even know if he was present or not. Knowing that I might be alone appreciably increased my feelings of helplessness and vulnerability.

Jerome's water torture always resulted in three things. Physical and psychological torment, extreme eroticism, and red welts on my butt for ejaculating without permission.

One evening a male friend came over, and I cooked dinner and served them while naked. Then, standing up at the end of the table, I had to eat with my cock on the table while they caressed me.

After doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, Jerome let his friend put clothespins on my balls and try out all the spanking implements.

By the time he had finished, my butt was burning and incredibly sore, and I had tears. Finally, his friend used a dido on me. This was the first time I had two men dominate me simultaneously.

Jerome announced, "It's time for you to learn to suck cock and take it up the butt" In my heart, I knew this day would eventually come, but I didn't think it would involve a third party.

Jerome said, "You're going to suck my cock, and then I'm going to fuck you while he watches," I considered it and decided to comply. That evening I learned the true meaning of submission.

Despite all of our past activities, I experienced a sense of total emotional surrender when I kneeled in front of Jerome and took his hard black cock in my mouth. I wouldn't say I liked it, but it caused me to become erect. Jerome was pleased with my reaction.

Jerome pulled me up and bent me over the table. Knowing what was coming, I felt an even greater sense of sexual surrender, submission to my Master. Then, with the head of his cock pressing against my sphincter, I began to quiver and hyperventilate. Then, as he pushed through, I felt a flash of pain followed by a beautiful fullness.

Surprisingly, I lost my erection, but I was milked with his cock pressing against my prostate. It was an incredible sensation. Unfortunately, it didn't last very long. Jerome cried out as he ejaculated inside me. Then, he pulled out and felt his semen leaking out. I can't speak for women, but I did not doubt that semen leaking out of the butt of a young boy was most certainly a badge of submission.

Then I got another surprise. Jerome's friend dropped to his knees, took my small limp cock into his mouth, and brought me to orgasm.

We always played at Jerome's house, but he told me we were going to Swingers/ BDSM club that evening. I had no idea that there was such a thing, but I was intrigued.

Jerome dressed in black leather. My outfit consisted of a pair of black motorcycle boots and a black leather vest. That was it. He put on my collar, leash, cock ring and locked my wrists behind my back with leather cuffs. Next, he draped a long leather coat over my shoulders to cover my nudity.

Jerome reminded me that I could use my safeword at any time.

After entering, Jerome removed my coat. The packed room suddenly went silent. Looking around, I immediately knew why. Everyone in there was Black. Judging by dress most were into BDSM. So here I was, a near-naked, skinny, nineteen-year-old white boy. My heart started racing. What was Jerome thinking?

Jerome pushed me forward, and a few seconds later, the room erupted into applause. My presence was a pleasant surprise. One guy who seemed to be in charge said," I think we should let the ladies have some FemDom fun with this little white Boy."

A woman said, "He's a little cutie. We'll take real good care of him. What do you say, ladies?" There was unanimous approval.

Before handing me over, Jerome told everyone my safeword and that it must be respected, which was the club's policy.

I soon learned that my presence brought out the dominant side of many submissive women, which pleased their male Masters. I had never heard the term "FemDom," but I had a good idea of its meaning before the night ended.

I was like a new toy with which they all wanted to play. Perhaps the women were tired of always being submissive, and I offered a change of pace. Regardless of the reason, I had their undivided perverted attention.

The women got off on a chance to spank a young white boy. One told me, "Most black men don't like being spanked. We love how your cute little white butt turns such a pretty shade of red.'

There were a lot of them, and they were determined to wear my butt out. I was crying like a little boy. Of course, my tears attracted even more female spankers. Then, some of the Masters were determined to show their subs the proper way to punish a white boy. I was getting close to saying zebra, but I held out.

I had no idea what a "strap-on" was. But, before long, I was a great deal more familiar than I wanted to be. The women especially enjoyed using their strap-ons while playing with my cock. At least Jerome would not allow the men to fuck me. That was his sole domain.

The group worked diligently to expand my knowledge of BDSM. There was a myriad of bondage devices. They used every one.

They took me to a ten-inch wide elevated wooden rail with a large butt plug. Two men lifted me and lowered me onto the butt plug with my hands cuffed behind me. There were rows of thumbtacks on which my balls rested. Unfortunately, my feet didn't reach the ground, so I could not get off.

Having the plug up my butt, my balls on the thumbtacks and my complete vulnerability made me fully erect. The women loved it. I had to admit I loved it too.

They told me I needed some CBT. They said that meant 'cock & ball' torture, and the women ensured I got it. First, they dripped hot candle wax on my genitals, and when the wax hardened, they used a flogger to remove the wax. They repeated this multiple times, along with edging the head of my cock.

They rubbed Tabasco sauce on my balls, which caused me to writhe around, followed by ice to cool them down.

While bound, some women would suck my cock, which left me moaning and shuddering. Other times, being restrained with clamps on my cock and balls or ball weights and butt flogged was exquisite torment.

The women were conscientious not to let me cum, even going as far as rubbing numbing cream on my cock. However, my need to ejaculate was driving me crazy. It wasn't happening.

Jerome was always nearby to see that things didn't get out of hand. But, of course, he also loved every second of my sexual torment.

Jerome told the group I used to like to go outside with no pants on, which gave them an idea.

They pushed me out the front door with my wrists cuffed behind me and said that I had to run around the building if I wanted back in. Luckily it was a night at there was little traffic.

In the back alley, two Black guys were sharing a bottle. They grabbed me and said, "What'd we have here? He must have come out of that sex club. That's a cute little red ass. White Boy, we got something for it."

They pushed me against the wall. One grabbed my cock as the other guy took out his cock and rubbed it against my butt. I was going to get raped in the alley. I pushed them away and ran off. I could hear them laughing.

Thankfully, when I got around to the front, the door was open. I told the owner what had happened in the alley. The sympathetic response I got was. "Well, what did you expect running around with no pants on in a bad neighborhood."

Nor was I immune from sexual humiliation. The men made fun of my small shaved white cock and what they called my "little girl butt." They said I'd make a pretty little "FemBoy" with my slender build and long hair.

Taking the cue, the women took me to a dressing room and stripped me naked. Then, they applied makeup and nail polish and dressed me like a schoolgirl in sheer panties, a short plaid skirt, a white blouse, knee socks, and penny loafers.

I felt ridiculous dressed as a girl. However, given that I looked somewhat effeminate, the women's transformation made me quite passable. I looked like a girl but didn't feel like a girl.

The men heartily approved of their little white FemBoy. They seemed turned on by my new look.

I was put over their laps, had my skirt lifted and panties lowered, then spanked like a naughty schoolgirl. I sucked their cocks and got anally sodomized with a dildo while my cock was rubbed through the panties.

The club's owner kissed me on the mouth while reaching under my skirt and stroking my "little clitty" to use his term. I resisted but also responded to his touch. Finally, I ejaculated in the panties. Still holding my cock he said, "Good, little girls should have wet panties."

Jerome got off on this and said, "I guess Randy is gone, and she's Brandy now." I didn't find it at all funny.

There was general laughter. I was humiliated. The owner said, "Jerome, you bring little Brandy back anytime. We'll show her a good time."

We left. I was still in my "Brandy" outfit. Jerome stopped at a bar he frequented and said he wanted to show me off. I reminded him of my age, and he told me they knew him.

We started doing shots of bourbon. "Little white girl" Brandy got wasted and hit on a lot. I guess I was passable. Jerome was playing with my cock and was driving me out of my mind. I was very horny. I wanted his cock in me.

One of his buddies came over and said, "Damn Jerome, you'll make that little girl cum if you keep doing that." Determined to help, he came up behind me, reached under my skirt, lowered my panties, and played with my butt. Finally, his hand went between my legs. Then, he abruptly stopped exclaiming, "This girl has balls."

Jerome laughed, "Yeah, she does, and she gives great head. So you want to come over to my house? He didn't hesitate to accept Jerome's invitation.

On the way over, the guy emphasized that he was straight but wanted to try it. Jerome assured him that he was also justifying it, "She's so cute I couldn't resist.

I was sitting between them, dressed as a girl, and they were playing with my cock. I thought, Hell, I'm straight too. I've got a girlfriend. I just got into this because I like being spanked by men.

It was time for some serious conversation with Jerome. I also thought now was not the best time to take a stand, given all that transpired tonight. I'm horny as Hell. I might as well finish the night.

When we got to Jerome's, we wasted no time. His buddy sat on the couch with his cock out. I went down on him. Jerome lifted my skirt and started slapping my butt. He said I liked it. I did. Jerome entered me a came almost immediately.

His buddy asked, "Can I get some of that ass?"

Jerome being somewhat drunk, thought about it and said, "Oh Hell, why not" I got bent over the arm of the couch. I did not resist or use my safeword. I wanted it. Jerome reminded him that I liked my butt slapped, and he happily complied. He lasted longer than Jerome, and I had my first anal orgasm.

When he asked if we could get together again, Jerome told him that I lived out of town and was leaving in the morning. That made me feel good. I didn't want to be shared.

Jerome told his friend not to tell anyone what they did. He responded, "I might tell some of the guys that a hot young white girl sucked my cock, and I fucked her in the ass. But I'm sure as fuck not going to tell anybody it was a boy.

I spent the night. The following day Jerome and I had a serious discussion.

He asked if I enjoyed my night at the club. I told him it was difficult to answer. But, most certainly, what transpired was very wild and erotic. It involved things that I'd never experienced before or even known.

I said, "Jerome, they had clothes that fit me exactly. Was this a setup?

Jerome got a big grin, "Every bit of it. Even the two guys in the alley. I thought it would be an exciting evening for you."

I confessed to Jerome that I loved it.

 He said, "The club owner was an old friend. I have been going to the club for a long time and enjoy playing with the ladies. So, he was very excited when I told him I had found a pretty white boy who was getting into the BDSM scene. He was confident the club members, especially the ladies, would love an opportunity to torment a young white boy, including dressing you up like a schoolgirl."

Jerome added, "When we were leaving, he told me everybody loved having you there, and they said it was the hottest play they ever had."

That pleased me.

I asked, "What about the bar and your friend? Was that a setup too?"

He said that just happened. Jerome said he got off playing with my cock under my skirt in public, remarking he knew I did as well. I had to agree it was exciting. He didn't know his friend would get involved, but he found it hot and was glad he did. Given the entirety of the evening, I didn't disagree.

Jerome seemed excited about "Brandy" I told him that he needed to understand that Randy was not gone, and Brandy would not become a regular part of our play.

I told him that our play together was fun and exciting, but I'm not a FemBoy, and I'm not gay. I love it when men spank me, and I'm willing to accommodate their sexual desires after spanking me. I told him I was also learning to love our BDSM play.

I reminded him that until recently, I refused to suck his cock or be butt fucked. Then, I asked Jerome if he would be comfortable playing with my cock in a bar in front of his friends if I looked, male? Jerome admitted that would not be the case.

He liked me dressed up as a female because it allowed him to engage in an exciting level of public play that otherwise would not happen. He would prefer a general belief that he was fucking a young white girl rather than fucking a young white boy.

 Jerome understood that my willingness to engage in bisexual activities is limited to my spanking fetish, and I have no interest in picking up guys for sex.

We reached a compromise. I told Jerome on limited occasions that if he wanted to engage in some provocative naughty public play, I would go as Brandy because I also enjoyed limited sexual acts in public. But no one was to know I was male, and there would be no third parties.

One time Jerome took his girlfriend "Brandy" to a house party. Everyone was Black except me. No one suspected I was a male. I got a little drunk and was less than respectful to Jerome. He put me over his lap, lifted up my skirt, and lowered my panties to fully expose my bottom. Then he gave me a good hard spanking.

There was general approval that Jerome showed his bratty little white girlfriend, who was boss. He stood me in the corner with my very red bottom exposed. No one could see that my cock was rock hard.

Jerome then announced we were leaving and that spanking was not the only thing going to happen to my little butt. The partygoers seemed thrilled at that prospect, and I was as well.

We went back to the club one time, but things were different. I got propositions for activities I wasn't interested in, such as private gangbangs or threesomes. There was more interest in swinging than BDSM.

Jerome and I continued our play together with reasonable constraints. It was mutually satisfying.