Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2012 15:40:41 -0400
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 32

Rue Dauphine 32
Lance Kyle

The household on Rue Dauphine saw their tenant, Marshall McGillicuddy well
installed in the Annex.  In another day or two they saw Zeke's erstwhile
traveling companions off, Zeke bidding them a fond farewell and they giving
him their blessings for remaining at the house.  Scott and Cloud did their
magic and with King's assistance got the fugitives on board a ship that in
due time sailed out into the Gulf, on the way to freedom.

King and Cleopatra were serving as temporary servants to the Marshall.
They grumbled about his having a fiery temper and minor misuse of them, but
nothing so bad that they asked to be excused from his service.  The people
agreed that Zeke dare not go over and take a turn so soon, as notices of
his escape from his slavery were still circulating and he above all would
be easy to spot.  Scott was relieved that McGillicuddy had not tried to
take advantage of Cleopatra sexually, but was dismayed at what seemed to be
a cruel streak in him.

Over the next few days the people took turns keeping watch over the
Marshall in the stairways when he was there, which was not always.
Lookouts at the window alerted the group when he came and went, and when he
was in the house, spies scrambled over to creep silently up the stairs and
spy on him.  He seemed occupied with papers and documents, but so far
nothing could be discovered of his plans from simply spying on him.

Zeke continued to grow into the community of the house, enjoying Cleopatra,
the only female not pregnant on the premises, and every other male...except
not yet Sampson.  To tell the truth, the twelve year old looked at the man
mountain in awe, but from a distance.  At bed time there always seemed to
be someone else who invited Sam to come to bed.  But after a few days Zeke
was back in Scott's bedroom, having enjoyed romps with most of the others.
He and Scott were undressing when they heard a soft knock and saw Sampson
at the door, grinning shyly.

"Sampson!  Come in," said Scott.  The twelve year old mulatto boy came in
and embraced Scott lovingly while smiling shyly at Zeke, yet shifting his
glance away when the huge black man smiled at him.  Scott caught on pretty
quickly as to what was up.

"Sampson," he said, removing the last of his own clothing, his semi-erect
rosie cock springing out, "Zeke is very large, you know.  Get to know him,
but...but you cannot receive him back here," and he squeezed the boy's butt
playfully.  Zeke dropped the last of his garments, his massive midnight
black tube of flesh already half erect, a formidable sight.  But he
motioned Sampson to come toward him, and the boy shyly complied.

"Take these things off," Zeke said, smiling, tugging at Sam's clothes, and
the boy did not need to be invited twice.  In an instant he was naked, his
randy twelve year old medium brown rod springing straight up, slapping
against the tan of his abdomen.  Zeke pulled the boy toward him in an
embrace, his big rod pressed against the boy's chest while he wrapped his
massive arms around Sam and hugged him, kissing the top of his curly brown
hair.  Sam responded in kind and then stepped back, looking in amazement at
the sheer size of Zeke's rod, then tentatively put his hand around it and
gave it a little stroke.  He whistled at the girth and rigidity of the
purple black piece of meat.

Having had a wide if short range of experiences over the few days since his
arrival, Zeke was inspired to take charge of the proceedings.  He motioned
for Scott to come over and enveloped him into a three way hug, midnight
black, medium brown, and rosie cocks pressing together and against abdomens
as they hugged and kissed.  Then Zeke lay face down upon the bed and
reaching back, handed the pot of grease to Sampson.  The boy understood
instantly what he was to do.  Oiling his stiff little cock and then
inserting one, and then two, fingers into the chocolate brown anus of the
big black man, he positioned himself between Zeke's outstretched legs, just
behind his bottom.  Sam had to hold the big man's massive, slab sided,
rounded buttocks apart just to get the fingers of his other hand into the
black man's love hole.  And then, when all was ready, Sam climbed aboard.
He struggled to insert his penis into Zeke's anus.  So much of it was
swallowed up between the buttocks, but with some pushing and with some help
from Scott who held the buttocks apart, soon Sam got at least the knob of
his penis landed. Zeke merely grunted softly.  The sides of the buttocks
then came together to hold the boy's penis in place.

Sampson held himself up off the massively muscled back and bottom of the
black man as he began to pump, in and out, in and out, not risking any wild
or wayward movement for fear of falling out, the sheer size of the black
man's hind end keeping the mulatto boy just barely landed.  Scott lay
alongside Zeke, gently rubbing the big man's arms and shoulders, which Sam
could not quite reach.  As is the case with young boys, it did not take Sam
long and he shouted, pushed as hard as he could with his groin, and shot a
boy's load into the black man's anus.  He held the position for a moment,
shuddering, gasping, exclaiming, and then was done, his penis sliding out,
leaving a trail of semen up between the buttocks as it withdrew.  He
tumbled off on the side away from Scott.

Zeke but nodded to Scott, who understood it was his turn.  He did not oil
his penis, for Zeke's anus and buttocks were well oiled with both the
grease and the semen that Sam had left there.  The boy had dilated the
black man's anus just enough to make it easy for Scott to mount the big
man's buttocks and insert his penis quickly all the way in.  His shaft was
also partially held by the sheer size of the buttocks, but he got more of
it implanted in the big man than Sam had been able to do.  Zeke grunted
harder, but the entrance was easy with Sam's lubrications.  Holding himself
up off the black man with his palms splayed against the dark chocolate
shoulders, the white man began pumping in and out. Zeke grunted and gasped
a little but held his ground.  Sam, lying alongside the big black man,
boosted himself up on an elbow so he could examine as closely as he could
the sight of the white man's rosie penis sliding in and out of the massive
black man's bottom.  In and out, in and out, Scott working harder now,
breathing heavily, in and out, then Scott began growling and pushed himself
forward, hard, slamming once, then again, down into the black man, emptying
his load into the rectum below.  Done, he shuddered, shaking his head, and
then flopped off to one side.  Zeke's bottom was pretty slick by now with
lubrication and sperm.

The big black man rolled over and scooted up in bed so his head was propped
up on the pillows, and with his hands offered his rigid penis to Sampson.
The boy's eyes grew large and he grinned hugely, but then shifted over
between the big black man's legs and, crouching, took the massive rod in
his mouth.

Of course he could not get it all in, not by any means, but he did what he
could, sucking hard, his cheeks dimpled in, tonguing the big knob and
sliding his tan fists up and down the part of the midnight black rod that
he could not swallow.  Zeke entwined his fingers in the mulatto boy's loose
brown curls and moaned, pushing his groin up gently in a slow rhythm, and
then groaned loudly, his big torso curling up off the bed as he shot a
tremendous load into Sam's mouth.  The mulatto boy sucked and swallowed but
there was too much and some escaped, dribbling from his mouth and down the
sides of the black rod.  Zeke trembled and groaned, but as he finished Sam
swallowed the last of it and then licked down the sides, cleaning the
massive penis off completely.  He crawled up between the white man and the
black man and they all drifted off to sleep in a loving tangle.

The Marshall's work habits changed over the next week or two, in ways that
were very much in favor of the household's plans.  He began meeting with
other Marshalls and Deputies, other agents of the law, in the Annex.  There
they discussed and developed plans against the Underground Railroad in New
Orleans: naming who they thought were secret conductors, how fugitives were
brought in and out of the city, likely locations, and so forth.  King and
Cleopatra were cautioned never to reveal that they knew how to read, so
they could surreptitiously examine documents that were left out on desks.
Once, Amos brought back from a stairwell peephole the news that the
officers discussed the fact that Scott and his house had once been under
suspicion, but that an investigation had turned up nothing.  However, the
mere mention of the household brought a cold chill to everyone and reminded
them that peril always attended their work.

Mama Désirée came over from time to time, each time to go down into
the tunnel.  Once, with Scott and Cloud and their rings, she made the
decision to go in the other direction from her earlier excursion.  As the
three stepped over the talismans they had placed in that direction and
walked on, they noticed several things.  First, there were more of the rune
signs on the walls of the tunnel.  Second, there seemed to be no more
walled up doors.  Third, what could have been the sound of a wind or could
have been the sound of voices, or of singing, became more apparent the
farther they went.  It wasn't loud, but it was definitely there.  And
finally, their inclination to walk on seemed to lessen.  There was no pain,
no sense of a physical obstruction, nor of danger, just a disinclination to
go on.  The three of them noticed and discussed this.  They tried their
various magics, to no avail.  Something was gently making them no longer
interested in pressing on, and they really had not come very far in the
first place.  Pondering this development, they came back the way they had
come.

The people of the house also discussed with Mama Désirée what they
were learning by spying on the Marshall.  They became more systematically
organized, and started passing on to her the plans they learned designed to
discover the Underground Railroad.  This was almost immediately effective,
as Mama Désirée took information as to the authorities' plans and
used it to protect the smuggling of fugitives.  If they learned certain
conductors were under suspicion, no fugitives were routed through those
conductors, and so surprise raids turned up nothing.  Information obtained
by authorities of this or that boat or ship ferrying fugitives was used to
transfer fugitives to other vessels, or to delay their voyages entirely, so
that raids on ships began to produce no results.

All this work continued over the next few months. Everyone in the house
passed a birthday and became a year older, James and Sampson growing more
noticeably into their adolescence. The pregnant women in the house began to
show their condition visibly and happily.  The Marshall could be seen to be
increasingly testy, and both King and Cleopatra, and their spies at the
peepholes, reported occasional heated exchanges among the Marshall and
other visiting authorities as they exchanged blame for the failure of their
investigations to produce results, especially since the Marshall's arrival.
This testiness increased his rude behavior with King and Cleopatra.
Therefore, the household was relieved when he announced he was going to
purchase his own slaves to serve him in the Annex...but they were also
concerned about his treatment of the new people he would bring into his
house.

Finally the Marshall announced he would no longer need King's services as
he was purchasing two slaves who would attend to him, but he would retain
Cleopatra for the moment to do cooking and laundering, if acceptable.
Scott agreed, confident that Cleopatra could spy on her own, and King was
relieved to be released.  Later that day Scott was looking out the window
when he saw a carriage pull up in front of the Annex.  McGillicuddy got out
and then from off the back of the carriage two young boys leaped down.
Scott had a chance to observe them quickly as McGillicuddy fumbled with the
locks and the carriage drove away.

The boys appeared to be about eleven and to be...now that Scott looked
closer he was sure of it...to be twins!  There was something a little
different about them and then Scott realized they were wearing
close-fitting trousers that were actually of an expensive material and cut,
and rather loose shirts...blouses, really...likewise of an expensive cut.
And then the suspicion hit him like a load of bricks.  He was aware that
there were wealthy gentlemen in New Orleans who were willing and able to
pay a premium price for young twin slave boys.  They had to be young, twin,
and of course slaves.  New Orleans had become a magnet market for twin boys
from all over the South to be shipped there for sale.  And as one might
further guess, they were bought to satisfy the sexual appetites and
discriminating tastes of these wealthy gentlemen.  The boys knew their
fate, but were assured it was preferable to a life working in cane or
cotton fields, and they were mollified with promises of all the soft
treatment and good food they would receive.

In a flash Scott, not forgetting to take his ring and a pencil and
notebook, rushed into the tunnel and up the staircase.  He knew which
staircase he would bet on: the one that led up to McGillicuddy's bedroom.
Sure enough, the white man had wasted no time.  Scott got to the peephole
just as the Marshall was ushering the two boys, looking somewhat bewildered
and apprehensive, into the room.  He spoke as if he were concluding a tour
of the house, and was just announcing that this was his bedroom...and
their's.  Scott saw the boys exchange a look of apprehension and
maybe...just maybe anticipation.

McGillicuddy sat down in a chair and commanded the boys to remove his
boots, which they did, a boy per boot.  He sat but a moment and then
commanded each to remove his shirt.  The boys glanced at each other, and
then did so.  It occurred to Scott that McGillicuddy must surely have
examined the boys in the slave dealer's, and naked, and that perhaps other
white men had done so as well, so they were used to disrobing for
inspection.  McGillicuddy beckoned the shirtless boys to come closer, and
they did.  He then commanded them to remove their trousers, which they did,
standing naked before him.

Scott saw immediately how beautiful they were.  He was sure they were each
about eleven, slim dark brown tubes of bodies with just the hint of
muscular development and no baby fat at all.  Little pads of chest muscles
sported nickel sized nipples, a little puffy.  Their hair had been oiled
and combed, evidently at the slave dealer's, for it was short caps of
shiny, oiled curls.  Their lips curled out like trumpets, like lilies, both
top and bottom lips on both boys.  When the lips were parted, as they were
now, the lower lip hung down like a flower petal and you could almost
balance a pencil between the top lip and the nose.  The noses were broad
African noses with a cute rounded curve in the middle.  Their eyes were
almond shaped with naturally long lashes that gave them a feminine quality.
Slightly rounded shoulder muscles descended in long, thin waves of boyish
muscles to their hands.  Just the slightest hint of a six pack to come was
to be seen on their slightly curved bellies.  They had long, uncut penises,
not grotesquely long but of a size appropriate to the African body, hanging
down like a flower stalk in a graceful curve above tight little wrinkled
ballsacks.  A few, just a few, stark black wiry hairs sprang from just
above each penis, evidence of stirring hormones that had not yet come to
fruition.  Although they were mainly facing Scott's peephole, he could tell
as they had removed their trousers that their butts were small but tight,
flat sided, and curving back and up in the African manner.  Scott felt a
stirring in his own groin, even as he felt anticipation for what was to
come.

McGillicuddy bade each boy in turn to rotate slowly as he watched eagerly,
even hungrily.  Then he reached for a small pitcher of oil he had by the
chair and pulled one boy close to him.  Dipping his fingers in the oil he
began slowly to rub the boy all over with it, carefully, gently, and when
he came to the genitals Scott could almost hear him sigh even through the
walls as the white man carefully oiled every part of the penis and scrotum,
pulling the foreskin back to oil underneath it.  With this attention the
first boy's penis sprang to life and Scott could see his thin chest give a
little heave as he sighed.  His brother looked on with rapt attention.
Then the Marshall summoned the other boy to come close and oiled him as
well, while the first boy watched.  Both boys and man seemed absorbed in
the slow process, as their dark brown bodies took on an even richer tone,
shining now with oil that settled into the skin, bringing out highlight of
honey, darkest cocoa, and tan.

Now the Marshall turned back to the first boy and gently seized the boy's
penis, wrapping his first around it, and began to pump it, slowly at first,
then with a determined rhythm.  The boy staggered a little to keep on his
feet and his brother came up close to put an arm around his shoulder,
steadying him.  Both boys' eyes darted back and forth from the white hand
wrapped around the now stiff, very dark little rod, to the white man's
face, to each other, and back.  Even from his vantage point Scott could see
the first boy start to tremble, could hear a little moan, and then give a
quick quiver with his whole body, quickly curling his torso forward and
then back.  So far as Scott could see, there was no ejaculation, but it was
clear the boy had just had a dry orgasm.  McGillicuddy left the first boy
panting, his penis still standing erect and almost straight up against his
slightly curved belly, and turned to the other twin, and did the same.  In
a few minutes that one also shuddered, convulsed quickly, and then was
done, but with no semen.  That must wait some months yet.

Then the Marshal rose and in a flash threw off his own clothes.  He was
middle aged but had a hard, wiry body, and his erection sprang out
instantly.  Putting a hand on both boys' shoulders he guided them to the
bed and had them get on their hands and knees, side by side on the very end
of the bed, their rounded bottoms at just the right height for
McGillicuddy's rampant penis.  Now the Marshall oiled his penis and his
fingers again and without ceremony thrust a finger into one boy's anus.
The boy flinched and instinctively made as if to move away, but
McGillicuddy slapped his bottom hard at that and the boy held still as the
Marshall slid his slick finger in and out of the boy's hole.  Then he did
the same to the other boy who also flinched and gasped but knew not to
move; yet the Marshall slapped his bottom also.  And now back and forth,
the white man stuck oiled fingers into anuses while spanking the bottoms
that were thrust back in his direction.  Scott could see the boys wincing,
exchanging worried looks, but they dared not protest.

And then with no warning McGillicuddy plunged his penis entirely into one
of the boys, in one quick motion.  The boy cried out, nearly screaming, but
a slap on his bottom reminded him to hold his ground.  McGillicuddy pumped
quickly a few times and then with no ceremony at all shifted over to the
other boy and penetrated him in an instant.  Warned by his brother's
experience, that boy also cried out but dared not move.  Scott could see
grimaces on the faces of both boys, but he thought there was probably not
lasting damage; the Marshall would not harm such valuable property.  Back
and forth, back and forth the Marshall went until in the midst of pumping
into one boy he cried out, threw his head back and pushed his groin
forward, holding the boy tightly by his hips, and ejaculated into the
eleven year old.  He stood there shivering and panting for a moment.  He
stayed in that position as he recovered his breath.  And then pulling his
penis out, which was still hard, he pushed it immediately into the other
boy and began pumping.  The work was harder and longer this time, the boy
grimacing at the unrelenting assault on his rectum, but eventually the
Marshall shouted and bucked and emptied a load into that one as well.  For
long minutes the Marshall stood there, shivering sometimes, rubbing the
bottom of the other boy, and then pulled out, his penis now going limp at
last.  He curtly commanded the boys to dress and went himself to a stand in
the room where there was water and some towels, to clean himself up.  Once
he and the boys were dressed, he led the way out of the room, perhaps to
show the boys their duties.

Scott remained in the staircase for a moment, troubled by the way in which
the boys were used, but with his own penis rampant.  Then he crept back
down the staircase and over to his home, his thoughts running toward how he
might use this new information...and what he might do for the boys.

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