Chapter 20 - Life After Slavery Ended
The next month, I was still in a little shock and even self-denial about what had happened at that farm. I settled into a non-bdsm life and dove into work, the gym, and other non-sexual activities.
I did think about sucking and getting fucked by Master. When I had sex at home with my wife I could only cum with a large butt plug in my ass and thinking about getting drilled by BBC. I was relieved that I didn't have to let smelly or fat men fuck me or have to suck them.
Despite my freedom, I found myself going out of my way to serve black men and women by holding doors, buying drinks, letting the go ahead of me in line and much more. I also worried what type of video footage of me in panties, being fucked or giving head, and at the farm night was being circulated. There was nothing I could do about it and yet it still caused me occasional anxiety.
After about six weeks, I began missing being used by black men and dominated by a Master. I was craving something and so I found a Dominatrix at a local dungeon and had two sessions with her but it was sterile and transactional and left me unsatisfied. So after about two months, I decided to try and visit my former Master again.
I knew that He often entertained His slaves on Saturdays and so I drove down to Harvey and parked outside His house. I sat in my car for 45 minutes and was not sure if I should go to His door or not. I brought a bottle of scotch and had 3 shots during that 45 minutes. I tiptoed to the door and rang it with trepidation. I had knots in my stomach from the scotch and nerves as I waited what seemed like minutes but was probably less than one.
The curtain was moved and my Master opened the door and glared and me and said "what are the fuck you doing you nasty dogfucking cumslut." I begged "Master, please let me serve You in any way, I will even be Your new piss boi if You so desire, please Master."
He pulled me violently into the house by my shirt and replied "I told you to never come back here, are you fucking retarded. I have no use for your tired gaping faggity asshole anymore." He and another black man I had never seen before proceeded to kick and punch me for the next few minutes.
I heard my nose break from one punch and as I curled into a ball all I could think of was why I went back and this was a big mistake. He then ripped off my clothes and had His friend hold me down and fucked my ass violently. He entered me without any lube and went balls deep immediately. It was a searing pain in my ass and my ribs felt broken too from the kicks. Every thrust hurt in so many ways.
He was so turned on by my beatdown thar He came quickly in my ass. He then kicked me one more time and fished out my keys and wallet from my jeans and
opened the front door. He threw the keys and wallet into the street and then He and His buddy picked me up and threw me out onto the concrete stoop. He said "if you come back ever again I am going to cut off your dick and watch you bleed out!"
I was in so much pain and lying naked in the street. The black neighbors and passerbys just stared at me. I scrambled up and found my keys and wallet and limped and crawled to my car. I was naked, beaten, and knew I needed to get to a hospital.
I drove to the hospital and saw in my rearview mirror that my nose was crooked and had dried blood all around it. I went to emergency room and said I had been raped and robbed in a nearby forrest preserve where I knew gay men would hang out. I was treated by the ER staff and ended up having surgery on a broken nose and also had 3 broken ribs and a herniated disk in my back.
That was the last time I ever saw my Master and I realized that my life as a slave to a Black Master was finished.