Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2010 12:18:48 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: WHITE SLAVE 34

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All persons depicted are just names, all
actions are fiction. It deals with sex between consenting and non
consenting males. Any person under 18 should leave as well as any person
who lives in a State or Province where reading such stories is illegal.

Chapter 34

Steven turned out to be the most fantastic fuck boy, I had, had in a long
time. No matter how many times I screwed his tight ass, it was always like
the first time. I really wondered where he had learned such control. Some
of the things that Arum told him he had to do for me he hated as much as
Arum. But like a good slave boy, he always did exactly as I required
anytime I wanted. Sam too hated to act as my toilet boy, but even he always
just followed orders. After each had done as I asked them I very seldom
asked them a second time. Sam finally told he knew why I did as I did with
all the boys that became Arum's assistants.

"I know Master, you are only reinforcing in their heads that you have total
control over everything in their lives."

"Very good Sam."

"Master, I could not willingly refuse any order you give me. I love you
Master. I know all of your slaves love you. It took me a while to
understand, but now even I know why I love the man that has enslaved me."

"Well tell me Sam. Why do you love me?"

Sam then did something that was one of the worst sins a slave could do. He
placed his hand on my chest, without first asking me. He touched me without
permission. It was one of the first things that a new slave learned when
being trained. Never ever touch your Master without consent.

He knew immediately what he had done and dropped to his knees with his head
right at my feet.

"Stand up Sam."

Sam slowly stood but kept his eyes lowered.

"Put your left hand out." Sam slowly put his hand out and I slapped it
hard.

"Sam, if you had touched any other Master as you just did I don't think I
could have saved you life. Please be careful. I want you beside me for as
long as wish to be here. Now tell me why Sam."

"Master, Master Simon as told me you could never ever really be a slave
owner. He says you still believe you are just a slave yourself. All of your
slaves Master know this and yet inside that big heart of yours you feel
such love for each of them that they know even if you do not that you are
the MASTER. The Master of us All. We, all of us will always do as you
say. No questions, no regrets. We are what we know we are, Your Slaves
Master."

I was about to ask Sam a question when Arum ran by heading for the
bathroom.

"Arum come here."

Arum stopped dead and then walked to me. He was hopping from one foot to
the other, obviously really needing to piss.

"Stand still boy."

As soon as he stopped hopping around, he could not hold it in anymore and I
stood and watched in amusement as his very white Speedos were stained dark
yellow. I waited until he stopped pissing his pants.

"You're a very bad boy Arum. Sam what do you think I should do with this
boy I have caught in dirty Speedos?"

Tears were now running down Arum's face.

"Master he has to be punished." Sam said.

Sam, you are my overseer. You punish him and then both of you, after he has
cleaned himself up see me on the veranda." I turned and walked out of my
suite.

Of the two people Sam loved, I think Arum was number one and I came
second. I was almost certain Sam would not punish Arum, at least I would
not consider it punishment and I am sure Arum would not either.

It was almost twenty minutes before both boys showed up on the veranda. I
am quite sure that Arum's punishment consisted of getting fucked by Sam or
sucking him off or they both got off. Arum came directly to me and kneeled
at my feet.

"I am sorry Master."

"You are forgiven this time boy. Now get me another beer."

Arum bounded into the sitting room to get me another beer. That would be
fun too, I had taken the last cold beer from the cooler. I knew Juan kept
lots in the refrigerator in the kitchen, but wondered if Arum knew.

"What's keeping that damned boy?" I chuckled.  "Do you wish me to check
Master?"

"No Sam. As my Aide he should know all the places there are cold beer in
this whole fucking camp. I am sure he can find one."

An idea came into my head and I laughed out loud.

I already knew both Samson and Justine were busy with the Colonel and
Captain Ford. Both had asked me if they could use them today. Trent of
course was with my love Simon. That meant that if I wanted to go anywhere I
would have to find someone else to pull my cart.

All of my slave boys had a day off and there was no way I would interfere
with their one day of rest. However Sam, Arum and Steven were always on
duty as long as I wanted.

"Sam, when my damned Aide gets back here, tell him to get three buckets of
cold beer and put them on the cart. I'll be back shortly."

I strode off.

I walked over to the kitchen entrance and walked in. I was sure I saw
Steven's cute butt going out one door piled high with flats of beer.

"Yes Master." Juan said as he bowed.

"Juan I want to thank you and your staff. They and you are doing a
fantastic job. Now I want to see your quarters."

"Now Master?"

"Yes now. Lets go."

Juan looking very scared led me down a short hall to the quarters assigned
to him and the five other boys. Inside it looked like a pigs sty.  "Juan, I
don't understand this. You keep your kitchen immaculate and yet your
quarters look like a garbage pit. I will be back next Friday to inspect
this place."

"I'm sorry Master."

"Juan it will be more than an inspection." I grabbed his cock in his
shorts.

"If you get my meaning?"

"Oh yes Master. It will be spick and span Master." He smiled.

I headed back to the veranda. All three boys were there. I saw the beer in
the cart and walked to it.

"I feel like getting drunk today. All my horsemen are in use, so you three
can pull me down to the beach.

The cart with me on it probably weighed about a thousand pounds total. I
knew any of the horsemen could pull it with not even a problem. I wondered
how my three boys would do.

I doubted even my three boys could get me as far as the gate. I was
surprised that they did. When I had them pull me off the road and onto the
path to the beach that's where they lost it. The track to the beach was
through soft sand. They got about ten feet before they couldn't go any
further.

"Jesus Christ! Three of you cant pull me? What do I have to do get out the
whip? Pull you pansies."

They couldn't budge it. I laughed.

The real funny part was, just pulling the cart just less than a quarter
mile, their t-shirts were soaked in sweat along with their Speedos. When
they fell, sand stuck to the wet t-shirts and Speedos. Now I had three real
dirty looking boys.

"STOP!" I said and the three boys collapsed in the sand of the track.

"Get over here." I said as I stepped down.

All three stood up and ran over, All three bowed.

"I would have thought that the three of you could have equaled one of my
horsemen and look at you. You all look like you have been rolling in the
dirt. Your filthy."

It was then that it dawned on them that they really were very dirty. Sand
and sweat mixed to make their Speedos and t-shirts almost brown. Arum and
Steven had tears running down their faces. Sam remained bowed to me.

"Master, I have failed you. I don't deserve to be your overseer. Please
Master find another." Sam said.

"Sam, I will tell you when you have failed me. Arum, Steven and you to Sam,
get those dirty clothes off. Steven, Arum grab the beer. Sam you grab the
blanket and towels. Lets go." I walked off down the track.

I never looked back. I walked out onto the beach and moved to hard packed
sand close to the water. I could see the outcropping of rock in the
distance. I heard the three boys coming up all puffing. I slowed my pace.

I continued until I stood at the base of the rock.

"Sam spread out the blanket above the high water mark. Boys drop the beer
in holes in the sand. Dig them with your hands." I sat down and removed my
shorts and shirt.

I watched as the boys did as I asked. When they were done they walked up
and stood waiting.

"Arum, bring a bucket of beer."

He ran down grabbed one of the buckets and brought it and set it down.

"Sit." I said to them all.

"Steven, come over here and lie in front of me."

He laid down in front of me. I grabbed a beer from the bucket, spun off the
top and pushed it into his mouth. I pushed it far enough that he had no
choice but swallow. It was no different than if I had stuffed my cock into
his mouth and pissed except this was a hard glass bottle. He gagged on the
bottle and some squirted from his nose, but he did swallow it all. I held
the bottle inside his throat.

I pulled another bottle from the bucket and told Arum to remove the cap. As
I pulled the empty bottle out I inserted the full bottle.

"Refill this bottle with water." I held it out as I watched Steven swallow
more beer.

Sam grabbed the bottle and ran into the surf. Steven had drank all the beer
before Sam got back. I pulled out the empty and inserted the bottle of salt
water and told them to refill the empty one. Sam again ran into the
surf. Steven tried vainly to swallow all the water, but started to chock.

"Master, he will drown." Arum screamed.

"So, he is just a slave. He has no value." I said.

"But Master, I thought you said, you said?"

I pulled the bottle out of Steven and rolled him on his side.

"Spit it out son. Throw it up."

I watched to make sure Steven was okay before I turned to the two other
boys.

"What did I just prove to both of you?"

"We are just objects, not really persons or people. You can and will treat
us as you chose." Arum said.

"You my very nice boy are very wrong."

"What is your opinion Sam?"

Before he could answer, I was almost bowled over by Steven wrapping his
arms around me.

"I love you Master and if you want me to die, then by your hand I will be
happy."

"Steven, you and all the native boys never have to worry unless you run. I
will never take anyone's life willingly."

"My Father was hanged by Simon Master." Arum said.

"Do you know why Arum?"

"No Master."

"Your Father was a fisherman from Tomali?"

"Yes Master."

"Well your Father said he would accept that all persons on the Island were
now Slaves to the Black Masters. However he would never accept his son
become a slave to a white boy. When My Love told him I was no longer under
all that the BRA believed white, your father said that outside I was still
white and would not accept me even if I bowed at his feet. The elders of
the village decided his fate and Simon carried out their wishes."

"I see Master."

"Arum, do you hate my love for what he did?"

"No Master."

"Master, even you know everyone on this Island is descended from
slaves. Either slaves of the French, English, Spanish or even
Americans. There is a legend that a man will come who is black but not
black who will control this, our Island. The old men and Elders talk of him
often. I think Master you are that man and the Legend is true. Master you
are the one I serve and I will always serve just you."

"Well Sam, what do you have to say?"

"Master, I think you should kill me now."

"Are you planning on killing me Sam?"

"I can not Master. To do so would break every rule I was brought up with. I
willingly accepted to become your slave. To break that, I would need to
kill myself."

"My People believe that once you give your word willingly, you can never
break it. Our ancestors would never accept my soul in heaven Master.

"I know you Master."

Now this might be interesting. How could he know me. I only met him less
than 2 months before. I have been out of circulation in the US for over
eighteen months.

"Sit down Sam and if any of you want a beer help yourselves." I grabbed one
and cracked it.

All but Steven cracked a beer. Steven just kept sitting on my lap.

Steven was definitely a keeper in my mind. I wanted him in my bed and maybe
in my life.

"Okay Sam I am all ears."

Master, your name is Jay Somers. I knew that name even in grade 10
Master. You are who I wanted to be. You Graduated from High school at
fifteen. Every school in the country almost fell over each other to get you
into their school. You chose Princeton, where you took not one but two
Majors. Education and Electronic Engineering, two courses so different that
it made even Princeton think. Yet you did both and graduated with honors
one year earlier. Two degrees didn't slow you down. You went to Georgetown
and had Masters in both in one year. You applied and were accepted at
MIT. Master you were teaching classes even before the first year was
over. You changed again, Computers, you said it yourself, in one of the
lectures I saw, they were the wave of the future. What was totally beyond
me was how you could not only take a bachelor of Arts degree in Computers
while at the same time as completing your Doctorate in Electronic
Engineering."

"Master I have heard you are the smartest man on the planet."

"Master, I think you scared a lot of people when you gave that lecture on
Computers at UCLA. You said that if industry and consumers kept up their
quest for faster and more sophisticated computer, they might sometime
replace humans as the dominant race."  "After you graduated you just
disappeared. We all thought the Government had grabbed you for some super
secret project."

"And now Sam."

"Now you are my Master. I will always be your slave Master."

"Sam, you already know what the BRA is going to try and do. What will your
people do?"

"I think Master, they will fight you. To them it will be trading one Master
for another."

"Well Sam I have one more question for you."

"Master you can ask anything of me. I will always be your slave."

"Suppose I said I wanted to bring a thousand Native boys to train as
slaves."

"Master, the numbers do not matter. In the end you will have to enslave all
natives and kill those that refuse. They will never accept one Master for
another Master, no matter what you may tell them."

"Before you answer the next question think very carefully."

"Master, I already know the question and my answer is yes, I will help
enslave my people."

And delete any that refuse?"

Yes Master."

Holy shit. He just agreed to became judge, jury and executioner to almost
1.9 million of his people.  After just sitting enjoying the sun for a while
I took all three up onto the rock. We spent about two hours jumping off
into the clear blue water below. Both Arum and Steven had no problems, Sam
on the other hand was just a little bit scared. Only after the two small
boys jumped did he finally take the plunge. After I really enjoyed screwing
Steven again, I let all three boys use me as they wished. While Sam fucked
me, Arum fucked my mouth and Steven sucked my cock. I had three happy boys
following me back to the Manor late in the afternoon.

I knew Simon was back. Trent was sitting in the shade with his harness on.

As I walked into the sitting room, one of Simon's Asian boys ran in and
bowed.

"Master Jay, Master Simon asked me to find you and tell you he wants to see
you in the basement."

"Thank you boy." I headed for the basement.

I was somewhat surprised I didn't hear any screaming when I walked down the
stairs. Two guards were standing talking. Simon appeared to be working on a
bench. I walked up to him and he turned and kissed me.

"Hi Love. Fun afternoon?"

"Yes and you?"

"Not bad. Everything is as ready as it can be for tomorrow. The tapes have
been delivered. A man we have on the inside of CNN has let us know that CNN
is going to run their tape tonight."

"Cool, we can watch it then."

"I received a message from Nigeria. Several of our troops were captured and
killed by a rebel group on the border. All were impaled. I found this book
in the library. It's about Vlad the Impaler. The guy who owned this place
before must have really like to torture people. I can't believe some of the
books he had."

"So you are going to try some of his methods?"

"Well I want to try what those savages did in Africa, but there's nothing
in here like that."

"So explain to me what they did."

Simon told me how they had been found. It really would have been a hideous
way to die. I figured it out pretty easy from the way he described it.

"Well I don't think we can do that down here. Maybe out in the forest away
from the Manor house. Anyone subjected to this is really going to be
screaming his head off."

"Okay." Simon said.

"Simon you pick the boy you want to use. I'll go get some help to do the
work. I'll meet you by the side gate on the foot path to the graveyard."

I went upstairs and told Sam and Trent to change into Native shorts. I then
told them to get a shovel, axe, post hole auger and a machete from the tool
shed and meet me by the side gate. I told Arum and Steven they were free to
do as they liked until I got back.

I met Simon and his two guards half dragging, half carrying a white boy
between them. His hands were tied behind his back and a piece of wood had
been inserted under his elbows and across his back. It made it easier for
the guards to carry him. He was not a bad looking specimen. If he had
cooperated he probably could have been trained as a horsemen. He had almost
the same build as Trent, although not nearly as well endowed or as tall. I
saw that he was gagged too.

A few minutes later Trent and Sam arrived with the tools. I led our small
procession down the path. About a mile and half down the path I came to a
wide cleared area.

"This should do nicely love." I said to Simon.

"How far to the graveyard?"

"About, 200 yards, but I don't think there will be much left to bury if we
leave him all night. There are several fairly large meat eaters on the
Island. I know, because I lost a boy to one before the guards could kill
it."

"Okay." Simon said.

I told Sam to start on a hole with the auger. Eighteen inches deep should
do it I told him. I took Trent to find a suitable pole. I found a 6 inch
fairly straight tree and had Trent cut it down. I then had him cut off a
six foot section of it. Watching him work in the tight native shorts really
turned me on. When he was done and just standing waiting I walked up to him
and ran my hand over the huge bulge in the shorts.

"Trent, it's been a long time since I had this inside me. I really want it
again."

"Master Jay, Master Simon felt so good when he did me with the studs on his
cock. I would really like you to."

"Well after you fill me with this, I'll return the favor."

"Thank you Master."

"Okay, I want you to trim a sharp point on one end of that pole."

After he was done he carried the pole back to the clearing. While Sam
cleaned all the bark off the pole, Simon and I discussed how to do the next
part.

"Do we put the pole in the hole first and then lower him on it or do we put
it in him first and then lift him and the pole upright in the hole?" I
said.

"I don't know. I have never even seen how they did in Africa."

Sam had cleared all the bark off and I told him to make the point as sharp
as possible.

We talked to the guards. They suggested that we put the pole in before we
stood it up. They figured correctly that it might be difficult to center
the pole if we tried to lift him onto it. He would be struggling a lot.

"Do we keep his hands tied and what about his feet? Are they supposed to be
tied too?" I asked.

Again the guards suggested we keep them both tied until he is upright. Then
untie both. His struggles, plus his weight would do the rest.

The boy had no idea what was about to happen to him and just sat crying.

One guard quickly tied his ankles together. Then they manhandled him onto
his knees. I got Trent to take the pointed end and bring it closer to the
boy. I told Sam that when we started to stand him up, he was to guide his
end of the pole into the hole.

I think it finally dawned on the Slave what was going to happen. He let out
a blood curdling scream through his gag and started to struggle. The guards
held him immobile. I carefully lined up the point right on his hole and
told Trent to ram it in. Trent rammed almost six inches into the White
Slave. The howl of pain emitted from the slave reverberated throughout the
forest.

"Now together, lift him upright." I said.

Simon and I stood back and watched as Trent lifted him and the pole
upright. The guards just held onto him. Sam guided the end into the hole
and it thumped into place. Sam bent down and rammed soil around the pole to
hold it steady. The screams continued as the weight of the boy forced more
of the pole into his ass. Simon cut his arms loose and one of the guards
cut his legs loose. Now loose the boy struggled to find purchase on the
smooth pole. All his gyrations did was force the pole deeper. It did not
take long before blood flowed freely down over the pole making it even
harder to find purchase. The pain must have overloaded his mind, because he
all of a sudden stopped struggling. I saw that almost ten inches of the six
inch pole was now inside him. A guard reached up and broke an ammonia
capsule under his nose. He came awake screaming. The second time he passed
out the guard could not wake him. Even not struggling the pole slowly slid
inside. It finally stopped with almost 18 inches of him impaled on the
pole.

A very painful way to die. I thought, but also knew I was rock hard. I
noticed both Sam and Trent were hard too. Even Simon sported a tented pair
of shorts. I knew immediately my love was exactly like my Master.

"Go get the other two." He ordered the guards.

"Trent, I need two more poles and Sam dig two more holes."

"And bring some beer." He yelled at the two guards.

Simon pulled me off into the trees.

"Fuck, I am so horny love."

"Me too." Almost instantly we were sucking each other.

His first load filled my mouth almost as soon as I had his cock in my
mouth. Mine soon followed his, but we just kept sucking. We both came again
in less than ten minutes and then sat hugging each other.

"Love, I would love to have Sam in my bed." Simon said.

"Well I want Trent again." I said.

Simon laughed.

Well I guess we have to trade eh?"

"Not trade love, borrow. Your cock is the only one I love inside me. Well I
like Sam's and I guess all my boys, but yours is the one I love."

We finally walked back to the clearing. Sam had dug two holes. One on each
side of the boy on the first pole. Trent was busy removing the bark from
the third pole. Both already had very sharp points.

Sam came up to me and bowed.

"Master, without you permission Trent sucked me off."

"Did you return the favor Sam?"

"Yes Master. I'm sorry Master."

Before I could speak Simon started to.

"Sam, you need to understand something very important. My Love, My Consort,
the very heart of the Revolution appointed you to be his overseer of all
his slaves. From this point onward you are Overseer of all slaves of the
BRA. You no longer need mine or his permission to do anything you wish with
any slave. You only answer to him or me. No one else Sam can order you to
do anything without his or my permission. I know inside you love him in
your very soul and although I have not asked, I know he loves you the same
way. You now hold more power in your hands than any other in the entire BRA
except him. And he has the power in his hands that make him the real leader
and Commander of the BRA."

"My Uncle appointed me to succeed him, but he also said Jay is the real
power behind the Commander. For me and the Revolution to succeed, I need
him and he needs you."

"You need never to bow to me again Sam. To Jay yes, but not me."

I was totally in shock. What Simon had done was elevate me to even his
boss. Sam looked somewhat bewildered.

"Master Simon, I have said I will serve Master Jay forever. I will now
serve you until I am of no use to you. Then Master I hope you stick me on
one of those poles."

"Sam. If you ever fail I will shove the pole up your ass myself." I
laughed.

"Thank you Master. I am now and always will be your obedient servant."

It took almost an hour before six guards dragged the other two White boys
into the clearing.

"Prepare them." Simon ordered.

Trent and Sam along with the two original guards knew exactly what to
do. It proved to be a little harder to get both boys impaled. They knew
their fate and struggled very hard. Once both were upright I dismissed all
the guards. I ordered both Trent and Sam to sit and handed both a beer. We
watched until both boys became unresponsive.

"Sam, we will leave them like this for a few days. Maybe some of the meat
eaters in this jungle will dispose of them. You can bring a detail next
week and bury the remains."

"Yes Master."

"Are you sure love it is a good idea for anyone else to know about how
these white boys died?" Simon asked.

"Love it will be a warning too."

"Sam, when we get back to the Manor House, come and see me. I will give you
something to wear that more reflects your new position."

Simon and I both wore camo shorts and t-shirts. Sam's usual attire was
white Speedos. Now he too would wear camo shorts. There were several other
things that he would be required to do as Master Overseer of Slaves, but I
figured I would tune him in when I had him in his new attire.

We finally left the grove and went back to the Manor house. Sam came
straight to my suite. I handed him camo shorts and t-shirt and ordered him
to go to supply and pick up all the rest of his clothes and equipment.

He slipped on the shorts over his Speedos.

"Sam you need not wear the Speedos."

"Master, I like them."

"Fine but remember your not immune if I catch you in dirty ones."

I took him and showed him the suite that was now his. Even introduced the
two boys assigned to the suite. I also told him I expected him to dine in
the dinning room with the rest of us. When he protested, I told him his
input on all slaves would be needed. Sam you are equal to everyone but
Simon and myself. Get used to boy.

"Master, this is all so different."

"Sam, there is a whole list of things that you are responsible for. My
Master set down all the rules for the Slave Master, a long time
ago. Tomorrow you will come to headquarters and I will give you the
list. Arum, Steven, from now on you will call Sam Master. To do otherwise
in my hearing will result in very painful punishment. As My Aide Arum you
will not be immune. Steven, you go back to the inside crew tomorrow. Make
sure all the boys know of Sam's new status."

"Yes Master."

"Sam, you can choose an Aide if you wish. Steven I think would make a fine
Aide to you, but I also know you have had liaisons with several other
boys. If there is another, you would prefer then by all means appoint
him. Arum I appointed as my permanent Aide. I will not change that, even as
I know deep inside he loves you more than he loves me."

"Master, I do love you with everything." Arum said.

"Arum, many people have said I am very perceptive of what is going on
around me. I have seen how you look at Sam and how he looks at you. I'm not
mad at you boy. I'm happy that you have found someone that loves you and
you love."

Sam was definitely no dummy. He almost at once realized what had happened
to him. I saw the change that came over him. True I still saw love in his
eyes when he looked at me, but I also saw something else. The absolute
power Simon had given him was just starting to work into his mind. The
power was only over Slaves, but he was starting to understand what he could
do with that power.

"Steven, you are now my Aide. You will pick another to be your assistant."

"Yes Master." Steven said.

"Your dismissed Arum. Go for your dinner. Make sure you find another
assistant before the night is over and bring him here. I will see you
later."

Yes Master."

"Steven you can go with Arum. Make sure you find an assistant too."

"Yes Master."

Both boys almost ran from my suite.

"Pretty easy, eh Sam?"

"Master, I don't think it will always be that easy."

"No Sam. It only gets harder. Now lets go for dinner. I'm hungry."

Sam was totally out of it when both the Colonel and the Captain greeted him
and congratulated him on his promotion. The discussion around the table was
how to deal with the many minorities.

"Colonel, you will not be able to deal with the Native American
population. You will have to either enslave them or kill them. They will
not accept a black Master. To them it will be changing one Master for
another." Sam said.

"Sam, you're a Native American. You agree that is what we will need to do?"
"Yes Colonel I do.  I think Colonel you are working under the perception
that things will improve for Native Americans or Asian Americans or any
other ethnic group. Most won't see any improvement. I think all ethnic
groups will be the same. You will have to enslave or kill them all. When
Master Simon told me I was to be trained as a boy toy for my Master, I
hated him. The fact that he offered either death or life to two black boys
never bothered me. When he allowed me to rape a black girl, that changed my
mind somewhat. It was after, I was moved to the Slave Training Facility
that I really changed my mind. You Captain Ford, told me I was a very lucky
slave. My New Master was a very good man and that I would be a lot happier
with him than with some of the other places I could be sent. I didn't know
what you meant until I saw some of the things that happened to others in
training. I did not tell my Master all that you said Captain, some things I
think were for me alone. Now I am happy that Master Jay is my Master. I
will serve him for ever is that is his desire."

"Sam, it would not have mattered if you had told him every thing. You might
as well get used to the fact that Jay is loved almost universally by all
the men who work here and many that have never met him. As the Commander
has said, both the old and the new, Jay really is all the heart and soul of
our Revolution and if the council had been able to accept it, he might very
well have been the New Commander. Even Simon voted for him.

That was a some thing I had not known. How could a Black revolution even
think of having an ex-White Slave as the Commander. It boggled my mind.

The conversation died down after that and my mind started to work on what
had been said. The dinner finished and we went to the sitting room to watch
my Master speech on CNN and the discussions that would follow by the
commentators.

The consensus by most, was that The Black Revolutionary Army was just
another in the long line of groups that said they wanted to over throw the
government and then quietly died out. Tomorrow they were in for a big
surprise. I wondered what the President and law enforcement thought of the
speech. I knew their reaction would come from deeds not words.

I quietly asked Sam if he was willing to share Simon's bed tonight. He told
me with my permission he would very much enjoy a night with Simon. I gave
him my blessing. I knew where I would spend the first part of the
night. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, but I also knew I had a long
night ahead of me.

We all retired to our suites. Arum and Steven were waiting for me. Steven
would now be staying in the Manor house, just moving down the hall to Sam's
suite. I told both boys I would be back and would very much enjoy doing
both boys when I returned. I headed for the slave barracks.

The barracks were very quiet. I knew Papa ran a tight ship. All the slaves
were in their rooms. I found Papa sitting alone in his room working on the
slave roster.

"Papa, are you alone tonight?"

He almost jumped out of his skin when I spoke. He quickly stood and bowed.

"Yes Master."

"Well, why don't you go to my suite and keep Arum and Steven entertained
until I get back."

Oh Yes Master. Thank you Master." His eyes shone.

I left him and walked up the stairs and into Trent's room. He was laying on
his bed nude. When I entered he went to stand and told him to sit. He just
watched as I undressed. I knelt between his legs and slipped his soft cock
into my mouth. I remembered the first time I had sucked his monster
cock. Hard he was beer can thick and about fourteen inches long. I had
taken his entire soft cock right into my throat. As he had hardened he had
almost dislocated my jaw. It was very painful. This time all I wanted was
to get him hard and my sucking did just that. As soon as he was rock hard,
I laid on the bed and pulled my legs back.

"Come on Trent, I want that monster inside me."

For all his huge muscles and massive cock, Trent was probably one of the
most gentle slaves around. He knew how strong he was and he also knew that
unless he was very careful he could do real damage when he used his monster
cock. I knew that as fact. Papa had told me and Simon that he had killed
two Asian boys with just his cock when he had ripped their insides open. He
had felt very wrong and had begged Simon to terminate him. Simon had just
laughed it off telling him there were always more slaves for him to use.

The head of his cock entering me was like a stab with a hot knife to my
insides. The first time Trent had fucked me, I was being fucked almost
daily by my Master, so my hole was quite used to large cocks. Now it had
been a few days since Simon had been inside me and the biggest cock inside
me had been Sam's. By comparison that was a canoe along side the Queen
Mary. Trent knew he was hurting me and had stopped with just the head of
his cock inside me.

"Come on you fucking cock slave. Shove it in or I will shove a 12 inch pole
up your ass after I cut your nuts off."

Every one around me knew that I did not make idle threats. Most had seen
how I treated white slaves that pissed me off.

Trent started to push and all I could do was grit my teeth to prevent me
from screaming out loud. He stopped again.

"I'm sorry Master." He said and then rammed his cock as far in as it would
go.

I was sure that if I had put my hand on my stomach I would feel the head of
his cock. Even though the pain was almost short circuiting my brain
something else was there as well.

"Now you white bastard. Fuck me." I gasped.

The relief when he pulled back was quickly superseded by the pain of his
pushing in, stretching my insides almost to the breaking point. For a while
there was nothing but pain, but soon my mind took over and all I could
think of was why I had waited so long to have this monster inside me.

"Fuck me boy, fuck me." I finally screamed at him.

Time seemed to stand still as he slowly speeded up. The thing that
penetrated first into my mind was the consistent slap of his balls hitting
the cheeks of my ass. I knew then I had all of his fourteen inches filling
my guts. His massive leg muscles took over and each time he went in seemed
to be harder, almost like he wanted to push his cock right out my
mouth. How long it went on I had no idea. Finally in one massive thrust I
felt the almost gallon of super heated spunk fill me. I imagined I could
taste his sperm on my tongue. When he pulled out I was sure I could have
easily shoved my own fist into my gaping hole. I also felt so empty.

No drug in the world could replace the high I felt when he was done.

I crawled over to him and sucked and licked his still leaking cock. His
very salty cumm giving me another high just from the taste. After I was
done he laid down.

"Please Master, I need you." He said.

The muscles inside Trent's ass were as good if not better than the ones on
his outside. I don't remember the first time I blew inside him, just
continued to pummel his ass. The second time my cock wilted. After I pulled
out I sat on the edge of the bed. Trent just laid still.

"Get down here and suck my cock clean Trent."

"I don't like to do that Master. Master Simon does not make me do it."

"I don't care what my love likes or dislikes. Nor I do I care what you like
or dislike. Get down here boy and suck my cock or you may wish you had
never been born."

Trent very slowly went down and sucked my cock clean. He then sat back on
the bed. I quickly dressed and left. Why did he have to ruin a perfect
night? No slave in his right mind refused any order and no White Slave ever
refused me. All the slaves knew how I felt about any white, let alone just
a slave. I was fuming. It was very lucky for any slave that I did not meet
one on my way back to the manor house.

I almost ran into Simon coming out of his suite.

"Are you okay love? A slave reported hearing you screaming to Papa. He told
me and I was just coming to check on you." He grabbed me and wrapped his
strong arms around me.

I didn't realize I was shaking with pure rage.

"What's wrong love? Your shaking all over."

"Trent, Trent flatly refused to suck my cock clean after I fucked him. He
only did it after I threatened his life."

"I never make him do that." He said smiling, but his eyes had changed.

"Go reassure your boys love. I think they are worried about you. I will
take care of your problem myself. Have Papa see me first thing in the
morning." He kissed and calmed me down.

TBC