Date: Sun, 12 Sep 2010 11:00:37 -0600
From: brian <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: WHITE SLAVE 6

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 6

The commander started the yacht and then ordered it cast off. It was almost
like he was in a hurry. After we started moving he came down on deck.

"You boys can relax. Those two niggers there are Kelly and Larry. Their
both gay and I am sure the two Cubans are too. Your Stateroom is right
forward. Please don't use the shower, we don't carry very big water tanks."

"Yes Sir." We both said.

"Okay, first rule on this yacht is no more Sirs or Commander. My name is
Joe."

"Okay Joe." I said.

"Good for you Jay." He laughed.

He opened one of the coolers and tossed each of us a beer. It was only 9
am, but what the hell. I sat down and popped the can. Simon and the rest
followed suit.

"Take us up the coast to Bendow Bay." He yelled up to Jose on the wheel.
Everyone was in shorts and colored shirts. Joe looked kind of funny in his,
but I never said a word. The two negro boys looked to be in good shape and
also well endowed. I already knew what both Cubans were like. This could be
a very fun few days.

A few minutes later Joe grabbed a few more beers and headed up to the
bridge. He got into lip lock with Jose as soon as he got there. Pretty soon
the two negroes were pretty close to each other and Simon sat beside me.

It did not take too long before I had Simon in a lip lock too. It was just
such a change from the camp all I wanted was to relax with my black boy. A
little while later the two Cubans started to set lines. Two large poles
were right at the stern and two smaller ones were closer to the cabin. I
didn't have any idea what they would catch with the gear they set.

I was just getting really relaxed with Simon and actually already had my
hand down his shorts when there was very loud Zing, and then a whir of line
going out on one of the big reels. One of the negro boys, Larry I think
jumped into the seat and grabbed the big pole. By the time I got
straightened up one of the Cubans was beside him and the whir stopped. I
looked out behind the yacht and a huge fish jumped right out of the water
more than 300 yards behind the boat.

"Just hold on Larry, let him ware himself down a bit. You got big fish
Senor." The Cuban said.

Joe was down beside the young black pretty quick too, talking to him. I
never even noticed when Simon handed me a beer and I opened it, I was so
engrossed in the fight for the fish. And fight it was.

"This making you Horney love." Simon said in my ear.

He was right about that, my cock was straining in my shorts. I'm not sure
if it was the fight, or the site of the black boys straining muscles that
was doing it, but I felt Simon's hand slip inside my shorts and grab my
cock. Everyone was so engrossed in the fight off the stern that no one
noticed when Simon started to suck my cock. Damn, his hot mouth and all the
other action sure didn't take me long to blast off. It took almost 2 hours
to land the big Marlin. I had never seen such a huge fish I my life. I was
even more surprised when they just let it go.

"Why did you let it go?" I asked.

"We are just out for the fun boy." Joe said.

About noon we anchored in a wide bay. Joe and his boy were quick to strip
and dive off the boat. I saw both swimming for shore. The black boys were
much slower and I saw both very nice black cocks nestled in a thick
bush. Simon saw where I was looking. Simon already had his shorts off.

"You guys in a hurry Larry?"

"Not really." He wandered over and started to talk to Simon. The other boy
wandered up on my other side to listen. I looked at the three cocks all
within almost spitting distance. I watched a trickle of sweat run into the
black bush of the boy directly in front of me. Without conscious thought I
leaned forward and buried my nose in his bush. God his aroma got me
instantly hard and I heard him moan.

He leaned back a bit and fed his cock into my mouth, god so smooth. I would
never in my life now ever tire of sucking these silky smooth cocks. Soon
the other boy was right in my face too. I reached up and slowly jacked his
cock. All of the sudden the boy with his cock in my mouth pushed forward
into my mouth. His four shots of sweet cumm filled my mouth and throat. As
he pulled out I just pulled the other boy. He was quick to take the first's
place. He felt so good too. I just sucked and sucked. After he came he
stepped back.

"Well baby, your next." I said to Simon.  Simon let me suck him the way I
liked. Taking him all the way down my throat. The other two blacks weren't
long enough for me to do that. Simon was and I loved it as his cock slid to
the bottom of my throat. My Slave, I thought as he pushed his cock down my
throat, not really, I was a slave to any black cock in my mouth and ass, it
was just that I liked Simon's best. After Simon's load was almost ejected
into my stomach, I sat back sated and full.

"I love you my baby." I purred softly as he sat on my lap.

"I love you too white boy." He purred.

I watched as one of the Cubans swung out a zodiac from the side of the
yacht. Simon grabbed us another beer as we sat and watched. The two black
boys Kelly and Larry were diving from the stern. I looked toward the beach,
but there was no sign of Jose and Joe.

"You want lunch Senor?" One of the Cubans asked.

"I think I'm full at the moment." I laughed.

"See Senor, I thought so." He laughed.

In reality I was so relaxed I just didn't want to move. This was such a
change from the last few weeks. A few minutes later both Cuban boys took
off in the Zodiac.

"Kelly sure has nice ass, love to stick my cock in that." I said.

"Hey Kelly. You ever have a white cock up your ass?" Simon said.

"Ain't no white boy ever going to stick his dick in my ass." He said.

"I'll make you a deal. You let my white fuck you and then you can fuck him
all you want."  I saw both Kelly and Larry talking quietly. Both boys were
already hard.

"Trying to sell me Love." I giggled.

No, but if he takes the bait, I might fuck him too. Love to stick my cock
in his black ass too." He almost whispered.

"Thought what you had it mind. I don't mind love. I love black cocks anyway
I can get them."

"Okay, as long as we can screw him first. Both of us."

"Well, I don't know. Maybe if I can screw you after."

"Okay." He was quick to answer.

I got up and moved into the lounge and removed my shorts and laid back on
the big couch. Kelly just walked over. He knelt between my legs, lifted
them to his shoulders and pushed his cock in dry. I grunted when he went
in, but soon in heaven as that smooth cock slid deep into my ass. I just
closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings all over. Kelly was like Simon,
preferring long slow strokes. He lasted a long time before I felt his hot
sperm filling my ass.

"Damn, you got a hot ass white boy." He said as he pulled out.

Larry was quick to mount me when Kelly was down. He preferred fast hard
strokes. I turned my head and saw Simon enter Kelly. Kelly let out a very
loud yelp as Simon's cock forced it's way into his ass. But like me Kelly
was soon in heaven. Larry was quick to let go in my ass and I was surprised
when he pulled out and dropped down to rim me. Wow, that almost made me
blow as I felt his tongue in my ass.

"Come on white boy, fuck me." He said as he sat up.

After I fucked Larry, he fucked Kelly and then I fucked Kelly. Damn we were
at it for what seemed like hours. Only Simon was the only one that had not
fucked my ass. He whispered he was saving it for later. I rimmed Kelly and
also drank both their piss at one point. After I just lazed back. Both boys
took off swimming and I was left with Simon. We sat and had a couple beers
before we too swam to the beach.

Joe and Jose came back near dinner time. Both were nude. The only people on
the beach with shorts on were the two Cubans. They had set up dinner on the
beach with steaks and fish cooked over a fire. It seemed so natural. Albeit
I was the only white guy on the beach among all these good looking black
guys.

When Simon and I finally retired, he fucked me three times and both Cubans
fucked me too. I did get to fuck one of the Cubans too.

Over the next two days, I had everyone fuck me a least once and I was able
to screw everyone except Joe. He screwed me twice, both times in front of
everyone on the aft deck. He kind of took it as his right and I never
turned him down. Like My Master and Simon, I loved his big cock inside
me. My ass and throat was some what warn out by the time we started back,
but I was also very relaxed. It really was a nice break.

Everyone was dressed when we landed. The two black boys drove us back to
the house and thanked us. We just walked inside.

"Enjoy your holiday Jay?" My Master said as soon as I walked in.

I was in his arms almost before he finished the sentence.

"Oh Master. Your back."

He gave me a long lingering kiss and then set me down. He kissed Simon on
the cheek and thanked him for watching me.

It was then I noticed three other black men in the house.

"Boy, this is Jason Motombo, the leader of the Nigerian Revolutionary
Army." I bowed to him.

"So this is your smart white slave boy?"

"Yes his is."

"Good. Boy I need the itinerary of the Nigerian President when he travels
to the UN. Think you can get it for me?"

"I can only try Sir."

"You better do more than try boy. Your Master knows the consequences if you
fail me."

The very menacing grin on his face told me it would not be pleasant to fail
him.

"Can you tell me when he is supposed to travel to the UN Sir?"

"The fifteenth of next month. It is a state secret exactly how and when he
will travel. Your Master has said you can find out anything."

I ignored my Master and walked to the door of my computer center. I punched
in my code and went in. I heard the door close behind me. I sat down at my
computer and punched in Nigeria into search. There were several thousand
listings for Nigeria. After quickly scanning them all I could find no
Government web site. Damn. Then I punch in UN into Search. That pulled up
about 80 thousand listings.

I pulled up the Main UN Website.

I found the President was supposed to address the Security Council on the
21st of the month. Reading down I found a note he was to arrive aboard
Nigerian National Airlines Charter 747, on the 16th of the month.

I was looking at the Nigerian National Airlines website when the door
opened and my Master came in. He had a very sad look on his face. I knew I
had been given to the man if I failed.

"You can stop looking for information on Jake. He was beaten to death by
four white cops in his cell soon after he was arrested. I have seen the
tape. None of the men were charged and one of my men recognized two of
them. They were probably all Alabama State troopers."

"I am very sorry Master."

"No matter, what have you found out so far?"

I told him and he said they already knew all that, but they did not know
the time he was to leave Nigeria. I had not been able to even find any
thing about Charters on the Airline. I knew I was missing something, but
just did not know what.

"Master, what will happen to me if I fail?"

"Don't think about it Jay. Just find the information."

He kissed me and left the center. Simon came in as he was leaving.

I spent all afternoon and part of the evening looking. I was still sure I
had missed something, but just did not know what. I finally just spun away
from the computer and left the Center. The house appeared to be empty. I
made a sandwich and grabbed a drink and sat down. Simon came and sat beside
me.

"How are doing love?" He asked.  "I'm scared Simon. I can't find a damn
thing."

"Well maybe after a night sleep you'll think of something."

It was only after Simon had drilled my ass twice and I had my nose buried
in his black bush, that I was finally able to sleep. I drained him in the
morning and then showered. After a coffee, we both went back to the
center. Simon looked at all I had done the day before. He even printed off
the schedule for the airlines and sat looking at it.

"Jay is this the whole schedule?"

"According to the Website."

"But they don't have any 747's listed here."

"So?"

"Well the UN Website says he's arriving on a 747 Charter."

I grabbed the schedule and looked at it again. Simon was right. I went back
into the Nigerian Airlines website and listed of their equipment. Bingo,
they did list a 747. When I clicked on it, it showed it was down for
maintenance. I wondered if it really was down or just being prepared for
the President's trip. I couldn't find any where to check it's maintenance
schedule. I needed to talk to the Rebel.

I printed off everything I had and then left the Center. My Master and the
Rebel were talking. I walked over to him.

"Well boy? You have what I need?"

"Not yet Sir, but I need some more information that you might be able to
supply."

"Like what?"

"Do you have anyone working in the maintenance area of the National
Airlines?"

"Maybe, why?"

I explained everything I found out. He sat for a long time.

He pulled out a cell phone and started to dial. I grabbed it out of his
hand. He came out of the chair like a shot and I ran back to my master.

"No cell phones." I said to my Master.

My Master put up his hand to the Rebel.

"Explain to him Jay."

"Sir, this is a Blackberry. It has a GPS tracker inside. If your revolution
is even remotely dangerous to the US, the NSA might be already listening to
everyone of your conversations and could also find out very quickly where
you are calling from. If you call from here they will then know something
is at this location and start listening for anything at all. Very soon
after that they will have everything they need to know about both you and
my Masters BRA."

He sat down and looked at me.

"Come over here white boy." He said.

I walked over and stood in front of him.

"White boy, I had planned on cutting your nuts off and cutting out your
liver and eat them as I watched you die if you failed me. However that will
never happen now. You have just showed me how very loyal you are to both
your Master and to me. For that I salute you boy. If you ever touch me
again I will forget what I just said and kill you where you stand."

"I think Sir you will die before me. My boyfriend would probably die too,
but you would still be dead and I would join my lover in heaven."

My Master started to laugh.

The rebel's mouth dropped open and then he looked at me and then at
Simon. His eyes narrowed when he saw the open holster on Simon. Then he put
his head back and laughed very loud.

"You just may be right boy. I also see you are not scared to die."

"No Sir."

"How can I contact my men in Nigeria?"

"I don't suppose any of your men have a satellite phone?"

"No."

"Does any of them have an email address?"

"Yes."

"Good. Can you email them and have them purchase a satellite phone and then
email the number they have. Then you can use one of my phones to call them,
or you can just find out by email."

I showed him into the center and brought the secure email program I had. He
sent a message. All we needed to do was wait for a reply.

When I walked out of the Computer Center, both his body guards were gone. I
mixed myself a drink and sat down. Simon sat beside me. Both my Master and
the leader came out talking.

"White boy. You will allow Jason to use you anytime he wants."

"Yes Master."

"How about right now boy?" He said.

I got up and walked into the bedroom. I quickly stripped off my clothes. He
came in and sat down and removed his boots and stripped. He had about a 6
inch cut cock, but quite thick. When he stood close, I knew he had not
washed in a long time. I could smell the sweat and thick musk from his
crotch. I leaned forward and buried my nose in his bush. He pushed me on my
back and climbed on my chest and turned around.

Lick my balls boy."

After licking his balls for a while he just turned and lifted my legs. He
hammered his cock into me and began to fuck me very fast. Even as I felt
him cumm inside, he continued. After coming a second time, he pulled out,
grabbed me by the hair and forced me to suck his cock clean. I got up and
headed into the shower. He followed and then I washed him all over. He got
hard again as I was washing his cock and fucked my face until he blew. He
just climbed out of the shower and dressed again. I dried off the put my
shorts on. When I walked out into the living room only my Master and Simon
were there.

Simon handed me a drink and I sat down.

"How was he?" My Master asked.

"Like a monkey Master."

"At least he didn't stink as bad when he came out." My Master laughed.

"Why do you need him Master?"

"Lets go into the Computer Center." He said.

After we were inside, I knew no one could hear anything out side.

"Jay and Simon, you must never say anything about what I say next."

"Master, we never will do anything to hurt you."

The Nigerian President is one of my staunchest allies and a member of the
BRA. Jason's rebels are destabilizing the whole country. We set this plan
up to kill him and a lot of his rebels. The President is going to fly to
the Azores on the 12th of the month, the 747 will pick him up there. We
have a double to take his place to go to the 747 for takeoff. The plane
will be full of soldiers and almost all the people at the airport with be
soldiers too. When Jason tries to capture the President, we hope he will be
killed along with a large number of his men. If you had not found out about
the 747, I would have given you a hint. If I had said all that I know to
him he might have got suspicious."

"Why don't you just kill him here?"

"Because we won't get a good portion of his men too."

"I see Master. He really is a pig."

I agree and he is also a sadist, who has killed more blacks than whites."

Two days later I received the phone number and Jason called his men. A few
days after that he had all the information he needed and left. He only used
me one more time.

That night after Jason left, my Master really reamed out my ass and
mouth. Almost like the first time he had used me. He made Simon suck him
each time he was done until he was hard again. My ass really was sore in
the morning. Before I could even go to shower, he ordered Simon to dress
and leave. It was like he was mad at me. After Simon left he dragged me
into the bathroom and told me to lie down. He sat on my face and told me to
eat. He then shit into my mouth.

"Chew it up boy and swallow everything." He ordered.

My stomach was already rebelling. He just kept forcing more shit into my
mouth. In order to just breath I had to swallow. Fuck I was so sick.

"Lick me clean boy." He ordered.

Although I did a very lousy job I was able to run my tongue over his
ass. He got up and stormed out of the bathroom. I just started to puke. I
heard.

"Simon get your ass in here and help your white nigger."

Even after puking for an hour after Simon was making me drink warm water, I
still felt very sick. He helped me into the shower. After cleaning me up I
puked some more. Then I washed out my mouth with mouth wash. At least I
felt somewhat better. Why had my Master done it, I just didn't know.

After a coffee, I felt much better and went back to work to see if I could
find the traitor. I did find the tracer program, but then thought about
trying to stop my movements in the website from being seen. From the looks
of it just recorded when the system was used with time and location.

I finally just left it alone and went back to Justice. I opened the BRA
file and started to check the files in it. Each appeared to be just a
single entry, which did not seem right to me. No long reports of the
activities of the BRA. I wondered why. I did find one message, a copy of an
email from someone called justice1,that talked about the capture of Jake,
but nothing else. I finally frustrated just moved out of the website. I sat
back to think.

The only notes I made was the email address of this justice1.

Simon came in and told me lunch was ready. I went and had lunch and then
told Simon to go work on his programs. I just sat and thought.

In reality the BRA file was just an activity file. It did not really show
me what the Feds had on the BRA. Where was that file?"

Maybe it was inside the NSA, where I could not get to it.

My Master came in while I was just sitting. He mixed himself a drink and me
one too. After he handed it to me, he just sat down.

"Well did you learn a lesson boy?"

When I just looked at him, he went on.

"Jay, when I talked to you last week on the phone, you said you wanted to
taste all of me again. I thought you were one of those shit loving boys. So
I gave you my load. Your lucky, I was going to piss in your mouth too to
wash it down. But when I saw how sick you got, I figured you had learned
your lesson well enough."

"Master. I did not mean I wanted to eat your shit again. All I wanted was
the rest of you."

"Okay Jay." He didn't say he was sorry.

"So how is the search coming along?"  "Master, I am stuck at the moment. I
can't find a Master file on the BRA. All I can find is a list of
activities."

"What about the FBI, don't they have a listing for the BRA. They were part
of the force that grabbed Jake."

"Master, every single Federal Agency has a listing in Homeland Security,
hell maybe every regular police force does too. I am not even sure the FBI
is the lead investigation team on the BRA."

"How do they get information from Homeland and how do they send information
to Homeland?" He asked.

"I don't know yet. Maybe emails or maybe they have a direct route into the
Homeland Security computer."

"Too bad you can't read their emails?"

Fuck, maybe I could. I would have to write a program to download into their
system. But their system could detect any phishing program. Unless I had
access to the MIT library, then I could access the program files and add
them to my program. That would hide the phishing program. But how do I get
registered at MIT again? Damn it was just a big fucking circle.

"Master I really need to get registered at MIT."

"I thought you said if you did that, you would have to answer a lot of
questions about where you have been."

"I did Master."

"So we are right back at the beginning again."

I knew what I needed, but I was not sure if my Master would do it.
"Master, do you have any members in college in Massachusetts?"

"I don't honestly know. But if I do, what then?"

"I could use his identity to register at MIT."

"I'm sure you would need a little more than just his ID."

"Actually Master, I would need everything of his. All his
identification. Also his college card, his social security number, any
credit cards he has. All of it."

"What does he do when you have everything he has? Won't he need it too?"

"Not if he just disappeared Master."

I watched all kinds of emotions crossing my Masters face. He knew exactly
what I was thinking.

"How would I find this college boy, even if I wanted too, which at the
moment I don't?"

"One moment Master." He followed me into the computer center.

I did a quick search of all colleges in the State. Bingo, there was even an
all black college. I went into their website and then into the
administration area. I down loaded all their student lists with each ones
program. I printed them all off and sat back to read. I found 27 students
taking Computer Science courses. I highlighted them on the print outs.

"Any one of those would do Master."

"But these are all black. Your not."

"Master, I need you to get me a special drug. It will make me look black
for a short time, maybe a month or more."

"You sure want a fucking lot boy."

"All I want to do master is help you. I need to get into the MIT Computer
Library, actually I don't need to actually get into it, but I need a pass
code to access it. With the code I can access it from here."

"Okay. Let me get this right. First you want me to kidnap a black brother,
take all his identification, execute him. Then you want a drug to make you
look black. Then I have to smuggle you into the States so you can get a
pass code for the MIT Library."

"You don't have to kill him Master. You could just bring him here."

"Jay if I was smart I would just beat the hell out of you for even
suggesting what you just did. But I trust you far too much to do that. I
will find your black boy and I will bring him here. Then if he has to die
you can kill him. And make no mistake, if he is a liability to me, you will
kill him."

"Yes Master." I said very softly.

He sat down at the computer and typed a very long email. I saw he was using
an encryption code. When he sent it, I heard the encoder start up
briefly. He received an acknowledgement almost at once. A few minutes later
a short email arrived. After going through the encoder, it typed out.

THREE DAYS, ARRANGE TRANSPORTATION

My Master quickly fired off another email.

"Its done Jay. I sure hope you are right."

We all left the computer center. My Master mixed himself a very stiff drink
and sat down. Simon mixed on for me and himself and sat down beside me.

"What's going on Love?" Simon asked me.

I told him. His eyes got real big when he heard I would have to kill the
boy if my Master ordered it.

Later, my Master took out on my ass what he was feeling.

Simon fucked me afterward the same way.

I had a very hard time sleeping for the next week as we waited for the boy
to arrive. What came first was a package. It had all his Identification.

I started to look through it and checked the net for his name. What I found
really shook me up. Why had I picked a black boy?

Almost exactly a week after I told my Master what I wanted two black
soldiers brought in the young man. He had his hands and ankles taped. He
also had a blind fold on and was gagged.

"Master, I think I need to talk to you first."

We went into the Computer room and I showed my Master what I already knew
about our black captive.

The captives name according to his ID was Jerry Roundtree. He might be the
son of one Harold Roundtree of the Roundtree Corporation. The Roundtree
Corporation was listed as the largest contributor to the AACO, the Africa
American Charity Organization, the chief financer to the BRA.

"They picked a very rich boy to kidnap Master."

"We have to let him go. I can't take a chance that the Roundtree
Corporation will drop its help to us."

"Master, there is something else you need to know too. Nowhere in his Bio,
does Harold Roundtree, mention a son or even wife. He lists himself as
single."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

I don't know Master. I guess we will have to ask Jerry."

We went back out to the living room. I told Simon to undress the
kid. People have a tendency to talk quicker when all of them are
vulnerable. My Master taught me that.

He struggled as Simon removed most of his clothes and then cut the rest
off. I have to admit he was very good looking boy, once I could see all of
him. Even my Master was impressed. Simon removed his gag last. He started
to plead as soon as the gag was off.

"Shut up boy and listen. You might just live if I like your answers." My
Master said.

He shut up right away, however it did not last past the first question.

"Is your Father Harold Roundtree?"

"You kidnapped me because of who my father is? Oh no." He started to cry
and plead all over again.

My Master got up and slapped him very hard.

"I said shut up boy."

He quieted to just silent crying.  "Well is your father Harold Roundtree?"

"Yes Sir."

"Why then does your fathers bio say he is single?" I asked.

"My Father disowned me when I argued with over the blame for 9/11 and his
involvement with an overseas charity organization he supported. I said most
overseas charities supported Terrorists and could be to blame for the
attack. He blamed the NSA and CIA, saying they knew well in advance that
the terrorists were in the country. He said that they could have prevented
the tragedy."

"Your mother died in the world trade center."

"Yes Sir."

"I agree with your Father." My Master said.

"My Father also blamed me for my mother's death."

"Why would he do that? You could not have prevented the attack."

The only reason my mother was in our office in the World Trade Center was
because my Father had to pick me up from Kennedy. My plane from London was
delayed and never did get to New York for almost a week. After the attack,
the US closed their skies and my aircraft was diverted to Canada. My Father
could only watch as the towers came down. He never forgave me."

Now except for his Identification he was no longer of any use to me or my
Master. I could see in my Masters eyes that he knew now the boy was useless
too. I waited for the axe to fall on the young negro.

My Master put it a little different than I thought he would.  "Jay, he's
now your responsibility. You wanted this, now you take care of it."

"Yes Master." He got up and stormed out of the house.

It no longer mattered weather he saw me or not. He would never leave the
camp alive, even if he was cooperative to anything I wanted. Looking at him
I knew what else I wanted.

"Remove his blindfold Simon."

"Are you sure?"

"Why not? What's he going to see?"

After Simon removed the blindfold he looked at Simon. He saw the open
holster.

"Your going to kill me." I saw tears start to fill his eyes and run down
his face.

"Depends on how cooperative you are." I said.

He turned his head and looked at me. His eyes got real big.

"I know who you are. Your Jay something. The guy with the two Doctorates
from MIT. I saw one of your lectures. Your what made me switch my program
to Computer Science."

I looked at him very close, but could not recall ever seeing him before.

"When was that?" I asked him.

"Just before the graduating class, you gave a lecture on Computer Science
and Electrical and Electronic Engineering."  I remembered that lecture, but
also remembered the auditorium was full to overflowing. Even if I saw the
young man I would not have remembered him. Now what to do with him?

"Simon love. Undo his hands and feet and give him something to drink. I
think he needs it."

"Okay love."

"Are you in love with a black boy? I got the instinct impression, that you
did not have much use for blacks, when you talked about opportunities in
computer science."

That was because, at the time I had watched several promising young black
guys flunk out because they became more interested in drugs and women. But
I was not going to tell him that.

"Actually if you must know, Simon was my black slave before I fell in love
with him."

He shook his head.

"I don't understand. You call that big man your master and yet he allows
you a black slave. I don't know how any black guy could become a slave to
white trash."

"So you think I am white trash?"

"Well not necessarily you Sir, but it just seems real strange that a white
guy would have a black slave, when there are so many blacks around."

"Do you know where you are boy?"

"No Sir, but I know we are not in the US."

"It dose not really matter now, you are in one of the training centers for
the BRA. The Black Revolutionary Army. My Master is the Commander and he
gave you to me. What that means is he gave you to me to get rid of."

It was obvious he already knew that I had been ordered to kill him.

"That's the same thing as my father has been supporting."

"The very same. That was why we were worried about even having you here.
But I need access to the MIT Library and I am going to use your
identification to gain access."

"I have an access code for the Library. I use the Library for study."

"Will you give me your code?"

"Will you let me live?"

TBC
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