Massive Black Phantom in Glory Club

The Ultimate Taboo: Massive Black Phantom in the Glory Club

As the dim, neon lights of the sex dungeon pulsed, I felt a thrill of forbidden desire shoot through my veins. I wasalcumming to a new level of depravity, and knew I wouldn’t turn back now. My eyes remained fixated on the wall of glory holes in front of me as I pulled my throbbing cock from my pants and began to stroke myself. I didn’t know who or what was behind those holes, but the suspense was part of the turn-on.

I heard a zipper and then saw a flash of latex emerging from the hole nearest me. My heart raced as I realized it was gloved hands. But not just any hands – large, masculine black hands, gloved in shiny, thigh-high latex. I felt a deep, shameful thrill at the sight.

The hands began to explore my body through the glory hole. Fingers pressed against my chest, feeling the raise of each breath that escape my parted lips. Gloved thumbs circled my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me. All the while, my cock grew harder, straining towards the hands, aching to be touched.

But the touch never came. Instead, a trapdoor beneath the wall opened and a silhouette shifted into it: a massive, muscular black man, his skin dark as night. He was clad head-to-toe in tight latex rubber, a Phantom-style hood with glowing eyes obscuring his face. His hands were behind his back, bound with silvery ropes that only emphasized his muscles. At his command, I knelt before him, my mouth watering.

He spread his latex-clad legs. I could make out the bulge of his cock and balls straining against the shiny material. Slowly, agonizingly, he lowered himself onto my face. The taste of latex, musky and pungent, exploded across my tongue as I started kissing and licking every inch I could. I worshipped his rubber-covered package, tracing its outlines, moaning helplessly into the latex that muffled my cries.

“More,” the Phantom growled, not threatening but commanding. And so, I obliged, my tongue curling around his balls, sucking him through the material. I felt myself growing dizzy, lightheaded with the intensity, the slutty level of depravity, the taboo pleasure of it all. I was getting off on worshipping his black, rubber-covered cock.

Without warning, the Phantom reached up and slammed my head against the wall, right against another glory hole. I felt the warm, wet sensation of a velvety cock slide into my mouth. Yanking open my fly, he grabbed my own cock, stroking me expertly as I blew the stranger behind the wall. He ruthlessly milked my cock, urging me to suck harder, faster, deeper.

My mind blurred into the swirls of pleasure, first from the cock in my throat, then from the pounding my own dick took from the huge black hands. It was too overwhelming, the stimulation too incredible, and I felt a tell-tale tightening in my balls, an electricity gathering in my core.

“I’m close,” I warned the Phantom, my words garbled around the cocks, but unable to stop myself from falling over the edge.

“Then give me what I want, slut,” he said harshly, his fist a vice grip on my pulsing cock. “Give me your dirty load of cum. Now.”

My climax burst out of me in a hot spray of release as I sucked desperately, greedily on the stranger’s cock, determined to make him come in my mouth. But my efforts were wasted, as both the Phantom and the glory hole cock left me unsatisfied in my moment of most need. All I got was the musk of latex and the phantom of pleasure as I collapsed, breathless and fucked out, unsure whether I’d dreamed it all in some hedonistic haze.

But oh, the filthy fantasy and taboo details felt so real. Would I ever be able to return to a ‘normal’ life after such mind-blowing, depraved encounters? Would I care to? Not when there was still so much wickedness to explore in the dungeon, so many rubber-sheathed taboos to lose myself in. I knew I’d be back, craving the forbidden fruits of latex and urban anonymity. That was the bondage that had enslaved me: bands of latex, masked strangers, and unmarked holes in the wall could turn any proper gentleman into a debased, drooling cumslut. God help me, I knew my hedonistic journey was only beginning.