White Sissy Claude - BBC Training
Claude looked down at his tight black panties. Attached were the garters that Mr. Johnson had told him to wear with his black stockings. Claude's tiny penis was locked tightly inside of the clear chastity device, making a small lump behind his panties.
He could feel the large, bulbous black butt plug that had been inserted between his fat white ass cheeks stretching the inside of his rectum, preparing him, undoubtedly, for Mr. Johnson's even bigger black cock. The plug reached all the way to Claude's prostate, and, even though he didn't know it, was the cause of the tiny amount of precum he could see staining the inside of his black panties. The base of the butt plug protruded into the back of his panties where it made a bulge at the bottom of his plump ass.
Black electrical tape covered his hairless nipples in symmetrical X's. His feminine face topped his feminized body and he blushed at the realization that he looked like a girl now - that no one would even recognize him as a boy.
As Claude stood in the middle of the living room, Mr. Johnson approached him, still dressed in his dark suit.
"Stand on the table," he commanded. "I want you on display when our friends arrive."
Claude obediently stepped up onto the small coffee table, feeling the plug turn in his ass as he moved. His face again burned with humiliation as he understood that he would be expected to service not only Mr. Johnson's cock but also the black cocks of his friends. And they would certainly be black cocks - Mr. Johnson wouldn't let his little white sissy be used by another white man.
"You're here for black cock training," is what Mr. Johnson had said. And true to his word, three large black men walked through the door not two minutes later to be greeted by Mr. Johnson in the living room and Claude standing up on the table looking like a white doll in black attire.
He could feel the large, bulbous black butt plug that had been inserted between his fat white ass cheeks stretching the inside of his rectum, preparing him, undoubtedly, for Mr. Johnson's even bigger black cock. The plug reached all the way to Claude's prostate, and, even though he didn't know it, was the cause of the tiny amount of precum he could see staining the inside of his black panties. The base of the butt plug protruded into the back of his panties where it made a bulge at the bottom of his plump ass.
Black electrical tape covered his hairless nipples in symmetrical X's. His feminine face topped his feminized body and he blushed at the realization that he looked like a girl now - that no one would even recognize him as a boy.
As Claude stood in the middle of the living room, Mr. Johnson approached him, still dressed in his dark suit.
"Stand on the table," he commanded. "I want you on display when our friends arrive."
Claude obediently stepped up onto the small coffee table, feeling the plug turn in his ass as he moved. His face again burned with humiliation as he understood that he would be expected to service not only Mr. Johnson's cock but also the black cocks of his friends. And they would certainly be black cocks - Mr. Johnson wouldn't let his little white sissy be used by another white man.
"You're here for black cock training," is what Mr. Johnson had said. And true to his word, three large black men walked through the door not two minutes later to be greeted by Mr. Johnson in the living room and Claude standing up on the table looking like a white doll in black attire.
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