I woke up to the sound of my own groans, my body aching and sore. My arms were stretched above my head, secured by cold, unforgiving metal cuffs. I tried to move, but my muscles protested, reminding me of the events of the previous night.
The door to the room creaked open, and a tall, muscular figure walked in. He had a shaved head, a neatly trimmed beard, and piercing dark eyes. He was one of the two men who had brought me here last night, and my heart raced at the sight of him.
“Good morning, slave,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “I hope you had a restful night.”
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. “Who are you?” I asked, my throat dry.
He chuckled, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I’m Marcus, your master for the week.”
I tugged at the handcuffs, my heart pounding in my chest. “Let me go,” I demanded, my voice shaking.
Marcus shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, no, slave. You’re mine for the next seven days. You’re here to serve me and my partner, Jamal.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine at the mention of Jamal’s name. I remembered all too well the feel of his hands on my body, the way he had commanded me to do things I had never done before.
Marcus walked over to the bed, his eyes roaming over my body. I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under his gaze, my cheeks flushing as he took in every inch of me.
“You’re a beautiful specimen, slave,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I can’t wait to see what you’re capable of.”
I bit my lip, trying to fight the feeling of arousal that was building inside of me. I didn’t want to admit it, but there was something thrilling about being at Marcus’s mercy.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my ear. “You’re going to love what we have in store for you, slave,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
He pulled away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I was scared, but there was also a part of me that was excited. I had never been with a man before, let alone two huge, muscular black men. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew it was going to be intense.
A few minutes later, the door opened again, and Jamal walked in. He was even bigger than Marcus, his muscles bulging under his tight t-shirt. He had a confident, commanding presence that made my heart race.
He walked over to the bed, his eyes locked on mine. “Good morning, slave,” he said, his voice stern.
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. “Good morning,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jamal smirked, his eyes roaming over my body. “You’re looking good this morning, slave,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I can’t wait to break you in.”
He reached down, grabbing the hem of my shirt. I didn’t resist as he pulled it over my head, exposing my bare chest. He ran his hand over my chest, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
“You like that, don’t you, slave?” he asked, his voice taunting.
I blushed, unable to find the words to respond. Jamal chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“I thought so,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.
He reached down, undoing the button on my pants. I didn’t resist as he pulled them down, leaving me completely naked. I felt vulnerable, exposed, but there was also a part of me that was thrilled by the feeling.
Jamal reached down, grabbing his crotch. I couldn’t help but stare as his cock grew harder,
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