Date: Sun, 9 Feb 2003 22:38:40 -0800 (PST)
From: brad cocklover <gayboytoy69us@yahoo.com>
Subject: Encounter with a slave

This story is set in the early 1800's in Louisiana.
My name is Chris, and I'm a white 15 year old son of a
slave owner.

It was a hot, Saturday afternoon.  I was sitting by
the window watching my parents riding in the buggy
into town.  They wouldn't be back for a few hours.  I
glanced to the left and saw the slaves working on the
field.  I had never thought much of blacks, nor had I
ever talked to one.  I just thought whatever my father
told me to.  But I thought I'd go out to the barn and
see what's going on.

I stepped outside and walked to the barn.  I pulled
the big door sideways and walked in.  No one was in
there but this big black slave I had never seen
before, But he looked oddly familiar.  He was sitting
on some hay chewing a piece of grss.  He had his shirt
off and you could see his strong arms and sweaty
chest. I stood by the door and said "Hey you,
shouldn't you be working?"

He looked up at me and laughed.  "What you talkin
about boy?"

"Who are you callin boy?" I said, trying to sound
authorative.  "You're supposed to be out there pickin'
cotton.  When my dad gets back he's gonna give you the
whip."  He stood up,  "Yeah, where's you pa right now
boy, I don't see him."

"He went into town, he just left."  When he stood I
saw the size of him, and I felt a little scared.  He
walked over to me, and I stepped back.  "Well, he
ain't here right now is he?" he said.  "Gives me just
enough time to work on you."  He grabbed my arm and
threw me to the ground.  My heart started racing,
imagining what he was going to do to me, I had no
idea.  He looked down at me and started untieing the
string he had on his pants to hold them up.  He untied
it and let his pants fall, and revealed his enormous
black cock.  I had never thought of being with a man
before, but I was mesmerized by his beautiful dick.
It dangled down almost to his knees.  He walked
towards me and his meat bounced back and forth on his
legs.  He grabbed me by the hair and forced his big
black cock in my face.  He kept hitting me with it and
slapping it against my cheeks, which excited me.  He
saw my dick move in my pants.  He pulled down my pants
with his hand to check it out, and laughed when he saw
the size of it.  About 6 or 6 1/2 inches, but nothing
compared to the size of his black member.  His cock
was growing by the second as the blood pumped into it,
and I grabbed it and started jerking him off.  "Put it
in your mouth boy." he demanded.  I immdeiately did
and started sucking him.  I could barely take any of
it by myself, but he forced it in me.  Pulling my head
towards him, forcing it in me.  I gagged on his black
monster, and I could barely breath.  He laughed and
kept on doing it.  Making a white boy his bitch must
have made him feel pretty good, I know I loved it.  I
didn't have much time to get used to sucking his cock
because he took it out of me and turned me over on my
stomache.

He pulled down my pants and threw them behind him, the
hay I was laying on poked my chest and my cock, and it
hurt.  He put his hand on my head and forced it into
the hay, and with his other he pulled up my ass to get
a look at my hole.  "When did you say your Pa was
gonna be back?" he asked.

"Maybe a few hours sir." I replied.

"Good." he said.  He started rubbing my left cheek,
and then he spanked me lightly.  Then again, but this
time much harder, and I let out a scream of pain.  He
did it again, and again untill my ass was bright red.
"Who is your master now boy?" he asked.

"You are sir." I replied in short breathes.  My face
was planted in the hay and I could barely speak.  He
stopped spanking me with his hand, and started
smacking my ass with his fat cock.  "You weren't
outside pickin cotton boy, now it's time for your
punishment."  He put his hand on my hips and released
the one from my head, and the grasped his cock.  I
felt his head pressed lightly against my smooth hole,
but he didn't insert it.  "20 lashes boy, and if you
scream, 20 more."  and then he violently and quickly
forced every inch of his black cock inside my ass.  I
screamed loud and long.  "What did I say boy, that's
20 more."  Then he slowly pulled it out and rammed it
back inside me.  I let out another loud scream.  "20
more." he said.  And he continued to do it, calling
off the times he brutally inserted himself in me.  It
hurt, it was the most painful thing I had ever
experienced.  The thickness of his cock stretched my
hole wide, I could feel his cock pushing inside me
after his powerul thrusts, but I can't say I didn't
like it.  I was slipping in and out of consiousness
during his fuck session.  When I went under he was at
8, when I came back, it was 12, I was suprised he
could count, I didn't think slaves could count.  I
tried my best to stay awake, I didn't want to miss any
of it, I wanted to feel his superior cock probe me and
dominate me.  He continued to ravage my boy hole, hard
and deep.  Every thrust getting even more stronger.
We were up to 29, and he made no sign that he was
going to stop.  So I just layed there as he pounded my
ass with his black cock, I was his slave now, he made
the rules, I had to obey him.

He took it out of me and threw me on my back.  He put
my legs on his shoulders and grabbed me by the hair.
He pulled me close so I could watch as his black cock
entered me.  I saw his black meat entered into my
white hole, the contrast between black and white was
beautiful.  His strong black cock, entering my
submissive and weak white butt.  He wasn't ramming it
in me anymore, he was fucking me now.  In and out,
fast and hard.  I watched his black cock slide into me
and I started jacking off.  I came immediately, and
shot it on my chest.  I looked up at him and his eyes
were closed and he was biting his lip.  I knew he was
about to explode inside me.  And he did, he let out a
loud moan, and I felt his juice inside me.  Spraying
his black seed into me.  I loved it, I loved the
feeling of his hot cum deep in my hole.  He let my
head go and I flopped on my back, still breathing
hard.  He slowly slid his dick out of me, oh god it
felt so good.   He stood up and walked over to wear he
was sitting before, I watched him walk and saw his
semi-hard cock dangle between his legs, dripping with
cum.  He reached behind a bale of hay and picked up
some pants and a suit.  I didn't know what was going
on, where did he get those clothes.  He put them on.
He didn't look like a slave at all.  Now I know why I
recognized him.  It was George, a freed slave, one of
my fathers good friends.

"But, I don't understand." I stuttered.  He looked at
me and laughed.

"Did your father tell you why he was going into town
today?"  he asked.

"No, he didn't." I replied.

"I sent him a letter saying I needed to talk to him
and his wife.  It was the only way I could get him out
of the house long enough for me to come here and fuck
you.  I've always wanted you Chris, and now I've had
you and given you my seed.  Look for me in here
whenever you parents go into town." then he walked out
the door, and I layed there with a smile, phantasising
about the next time my parents go to town, and I can
have his black meat inside me.