Date: Sun, 7 Nov 2010 08:05:34 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: WHITE SLAVE 24

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 24

Samson met me when we arrived at the house.

"Master, one of the women is missing."

"Native or white?"

"White Master. Papa reported to me after you left this morning. She must
off ran off during the night."

"Where the hell does she think she can go? This is an Island. Did you
report it to the Camp Commander?"

"Yes Master, he has sent out search parties."

"I want her back here. I'll talk to the Colonel at lunch."

Fucking bitches, all they had to do was accept being fucked. They had it
easy here compared to the boys. Well this was one lesson I would enjoy when
they caught her.

"Okay, carry on Samson. How is the work coming?"

"Master it will take a long time to finish the wall."  "No problem
Samson. We have forever."

"Master, some of the boys are complaining that the inside boys have it
easy."

"That's okay. Eventually once things get at least normal around here, I'll
be rotating the boys around. For now they will just have to suffer."

"Yes Master."

Both Thomas and Nong came back. I sat down to wait for the Colonel and
lunch. Thomas ran inside and brought me a beer. I just sat sipping.

I told the colonel I would punish the girl for taking off. He told me it
was one of my slaves so I would have to handle it. He also told me the
punishment laid down by the Commander. Pretty obvious to me, Death.

The Colonel took off back to his headquarters. I saw he had acquired a new
horseman and cart.

I was so frustrated with everything. Now I was back to training slaves
again. Damn I wish it would just be over. I needed a break. I told Justine
to help with the wall, I was going for a walk.

"Thomas, Nong, come along."

Something was bugging me, but for the life of me I could not figure out
what it was. I stopped at the gate and looked back at the old Manor
House. Thomas and Nong were walking slowly to catch up with me and my two
guards stood several feet away.

Then the riddle came into my head that Nong had said. He had said I was the
White Slave. He also said, I was a Master, but not a Master. Well just by
the reaction of the slaves around me when I arrived at the sparring match
he would know I was a Master. But how did he know I was the White Slave. I
was almost and in some cases browner than the natives here.

I turned and walked to the path to the beach, still thinking. How did he
know I was the White Slave? The Colonel had not said a thing before he came
and bowed at my feet. I walked out on to the beach and looked out to
sea. My guards came out and stood watching. A few minutes later Thomas and
Nong came out.

"Are you okay Master?" Thomas asked.

"Yes Thomas I'm fine. Keep walking, I'll catch up shortly." I said and Nong
stepped off, heading down the beach away from the camp.

Was he leading me some where now or was I just being paranoid?

I went over in my mind every thing that had happened that day. The
conclusion I came to was both inexplicable and very obvious. I gestured to
one of my guards.

"Yes Sir?"

"Can you kill the Asian boy, without hurting Thomas?"

"Yes Sir."

"Then do it." I said.

The burst of three rounds came almost instantly. Nong was tossed back on
the white sand. Thomas took one look at Nong and turned away and started to
throw up. We all ran up to the body on the sand. I kneeled down close to
him. His eyes were glazed over, but I am sure he recognized me.

"You knew." Was all he said before the light faded from his eyes.  "Yeah I
knew. Almost too late." I said out loud.

The report of the three rounds going off brought Justine at a run to the
beach. He stopped, looked at me and then down at the Asian boy on the sand.

"Justine, drag him up to the tree line. Then go get the Colonel. Not a word
to anyone. Just bring the colonel here."

"Yes Master." He pulled the Asian boy up close to the trees and then took
off at a dead run down the beach. Watching those muscular buns of his
almost turned me on, almost.

This was crazy. How did that boy know I was the White Slave? The other
problem I had was, if he had planned on killing me, how would he get away?
The guards would have cut him down. Maybe it was a suicide mission he was
on, but then how would anyone know I was dead. There had to another traitor
some where. Now how do we find him?

I just stood still while my mind went over every thing. I even tuned out
every thing around as my mind tried to analyze every thing. I never even
noticed when the Colonel arrived in his cart pulled by Justine.

"What the fuck is so important Jay?" He said.

I gestured to the Asian boys body. He looked and then looked at me.

"Why?"

I explained to him every thing that was on my mind.

"Well it does sound plausible, but if there is another on the Island, how
do we find him?"

I took the Colonel by the arm and moved away from every one.  "Just suppose
for a minute, I had been killed by the Asian. What would have happened
next?'

"Well I guess we would have first called on the doctor and then notified
the commander. We would have locked down both the Slave compound and house
until we had thoroughly investigated everything."

"Okay, let's pretend I am dead."

The Colonel Looked at me.

"You have a plan. I can see that mind of yours working."

"Colonel I need to get into the computer center unseen. I need to be able
to monitor all out going calls. Both emails and phone. To do that I have to
be inside the Center. If I really was dead, no one would see me walking
around and my body would be kept away from every one."

The Colonel grabbed his phone and ordered the Doctor to the beach. He then
ordered the Slave camp locked down. No explanations.

I told Justine to start getting all the slaves into quarters including all
house slaves. When he had them all inside, he was to report back to me.

"No explanations Justine. Just get it done."

"Yes Master." He took off.

The Doctor arrived panting. After explaining everything, he said I should
probably to be in the morgue rather than the Computer center. I explained
why I needed to be in the Center. We decided that Justine would haul us all
back to the Headquarters with me laid out and covered with a sheet. That
would mean I would have my two guards plus Thomas, Aaron and Justine in the
computer Center with me. None could inadvertently say anything to
anyone. The Colonel ordered by phone all headquarters staff to the house to
keep the place locked down. That cleared all witnesses from the
headquarters.

Getting into the computer Center was easy after that. I also took a good
supply of water and refreshments into the Center and three blankets. I was
used to the chill inside and the guards with long pants on would be okay,
but the three slaves with only Speedos and t-shirts would be cold. I had no
idea how long I would be stuck inside.

The Doctor was left to play a big part in the ruse. He had to be convincing
when he went back to the hospital. Once he let it be known I was dead, I
hoped word would get around and some one would try to make contact off
Island. To call or use an email off Island you needed a code. There were
not many people who had those codes.

To add to that, there were not many phones or terminals that you could
access the off Islands lines. I could monitor everyone from inside the
Center. The three primary places were the Headquarters, the Hospital and
the Administration Building.

There were a few laptops spread around that had access too, but I locked
all those out of the system.

Now it was a matter of waiting.

At least we wouldn't need to use a washroom while we were inside, not with
two toilet boys in here with us. I told the guards they could use any of
the boys inside with us anytime they wanted. I also told them Aaron and
Thomas would be their toilet too if they needed it.

I set up the recorders on the telephone exchange and the computer. Not
having anything to do but wait, I checked out my program. The first call
went out from the Colonels phone, direct to the Commander.

I looked at the two guards I had inside with me. I had, had neither of
them. My Master had picked them. I knew all were not bad looking and all
were nicely hung. As I sat watching one of the monitors, one of the guards
came up and looked over my shoulder. When I turned and looked, I was dead
even with his crotch and I could see the slight bulge of his meat. Barely
four inches away, I could also smell him. The odor of the sweat, musk of
his natural body odor mixed with a hint of urine. The smell immediately
turned me on. Without even thinking I leaned into his crotch. His smell now
filling me, he went to step back. One of my hands went to his ass and I
pulled him closer. He moaned. I brought both hands around in front and
unbuckled his web belt and then undid his fatigues. As they dropped I
pulled his shorts down too. Then I buried my nose in his bush. Not caring
what was going on around me I leaned back and took his cock into my
mouth. The taste of his cock plus the odor of his body just drove me to
swallow his entire cock. I could feel it harden as I ran my tongue along
the shaft. I think his lust took over then, I felt a hand on my head as he
rammed his cock into my throat again. Soon he had both hands on my head as
he fucked my face. Driving in and out with abandon, hammering his now thick
hard cock into my throat with each thrust, I was in heaven. It went on for
several minutes. On one last deep thrust, I tasted his thick spunk as it
blasted into my throat. I loved it and just swallowed and swallowed. He
finally pulled out and I had to grab him or he would have fallen down. I
smacked my lips, licking off what had escaped my mouth.

"Thank you, that was great. I really needed that." I said to him.

"God sir that was great. I'm sorry I rammed it in."

"Don't be sorry, I love it that way."

Everything went back to normal. Although I saw smiles on every ones
faces. I guess I kind of broke the ice so to speak. Pretty soon, Justine
had Thomas on his cock and the other guard was fucking Aaron. I told the
guard I had sucked off, he could fuck me anytime he wanted.  It was pretty
boring inside the Computer room. Very quiet, except the rutting sounds on
occasion as one of the boys or the guards sucked or got fucked. Any time
any of the boys or guards needed to piss or shit, I saw them pull either
Aaron or Thomas off to one side and use them. Neither complained and even
smiled when they were done.

I must have dozed off at one point. I came instantly awake when the Monitor
beeped that an outgoing call was been initiated. The code was one that was
assigned to the hospital. The hospital had two codes. One was the Doctors,
the other was in the emergency room. This one came from the emergency
room. The recorder clicked on and a few seconds later clicked off. Damn
short conversation, I thought.

I found out why when I played the recording. All it was, was a high pitched
squeal. Someone had used a high speed playback recorder. I looked at where
the call went to, but did not recognize either the area code or
number. That alone told me it was probably NSA. Damn, we had an NSA or
other agency spy in our midst. Probably CIA.

But how the fuck did they get on the Island? The only way on or off this
Island was by ship. He had to have arrived on one of those ships. Not only
that he had access to the emergency room phone and knew the code. I picked
up the intercom phone and punched in the Colonels number.

I asked him where the Doctor was, even as I knew it could not be him. Well
that was confirmed when the Colonel told me he was sleeping on one of the
couches in the Headquarters. I then told him the rest.

After hanging up I went and opened the door and walked out.

The colonel had already ordered that all personal in the hospital be
arrested.

Three med-techs, and seven slaves were arrested, stripped, searched and
then tossed into cells. A very through search of the hospital turned up the
recorder, but not anything that would link it to one of the people working
in the hospital. A search of their quarters found nothing.

"Guess I am going to have to do this the old fashioned way." The Colonel
said.

"Do you have the dates when the Med-techs arrived and on what ship?" I
asked.

Before he could answer, we heard a helicopter.

"The Commander is back."

My Master was home. I hoped my love was too. I missed them so much.

I was in Simon's arms almost the moment he stepped in the door. I was so
happy I was crying as he held me.

"Hey baby, I missed you so much." He said after we kissed.

"Oh god, love I missed you too."

I turned and ran to my Master. Before I could even kneel he pulled me into
his arms and kissed me.

"Hi love. Miss me?"

"Oh yes Master."

"I missed you too white boy."

He let me go and slapped a very small Asian boy on the butt.

"Mix me a drink Jimmy and then mix what everyone wants."

"Yes Master." He giggled and ran to the bar.

He pushed me toward Simon. I went and sat down by my love. He slipped an
arm over my shoulder.

"Okay Colonel, bring me up to date."

After fifteen minutes of talking the Colonel sat back to wait a response.

After checking, it was found that one of the Med-techs had been on the
Island since the beginning. The other two had arrived later. Neither had
arrived on the same ship as the Asian boy, I had killed.

"Doctor you can start with chemical interrogation on the slaves. After that
you can use it on both techs. If you get nothing we will try other
methods. On both the slaves and the med techs."

Other methods were torture, I was sure.

"Jay, for now, I will allow you keep any white slaves you have, but in
future you will pick only Asian or Islanders to serve you."

"Yes Master." I said.

I knew now Thomas might be in very grave danger. My Master had only said
for now I could keep him. That also went for my three kitchen boys.

Why? I wasn't sure, but I knew if my Master wanted to tell me, he would. He
might not tell me when he decided to get rid of my white slaves or even if
he planned on doing it. He might just decide to ship them to new Masters
off Island.

Jimmy the Asian boy sitting at my Masters feet didn't look much older than
a child, but I knew Asians could be very deceiving. They looked very young,
just by their size, yet most were much older than they looked. It did not
matter to me anymore.

Well time would tell and for now I had both things I wanted most. My love
and my Master.

"Jay, when do you plan on putting your new program in?"

"I had hoped to do it this weekend Master. It is a long weekend
holiday. There should be very few people at Homeland Security."

"Good. We need to find out as soon as possible how much they know about
us."

I had really believed it was one of the med-techs that was the spy. That
turned out to be wrong. It was a boy, well man names Joshua. He was a white
slave assigned to the hospital. What happened to him could only be
described as barbaric. Even after he confessed under chemical
interrogation, his ultimate end after almost three days of torture, was to
be hanged on a piece of piano wire from a post in the cell block. I had
watched some of his torture and it didn't bother me too much. The
information gleaned from his tortured mind was very extensive. The Colonel
obviously really knew his job and from his actions enjoyed it too.

The hospital ended up with but one med-tech after the other two succumbed
to torture. The coded phones and computers were set up with a more
elaborate system, making it even more difficult for any unauthorized calls
or emails to be made.

After the search for the condemned negro had died down some what, I helped
my Master set up the second part of the plan. The mans name and picture
along with his record was already in every police system country wide, so
all it was necessary to do was pick a city for him to seen in.  The riots
in Washington and surrounding areas quieted down as well. The coordination
between federal and civilian police forces under Homeland Security meant it
was becoming more difficult to force the police into more irrational
acts. Very few blacks were killed in putting down the riots, although
thousands of arrests took place. Most were only charged with creating a
disturbance or theft, from the mass looting that took place. My Master was
not too happy about some of the things that went on, but could not do much
about them. His favorite recourse was to take it out on any white slaves
that happened to be close by when he blew his top.

Another thing having my Master back meant he had me back in his bed on
occasion and Simon and I could make love too. Aaron still kept the Colonel
very happy and Thomas was always nearby when ever the whim took me to use
him. No mention was made of my white slaves.

An unhappy part of my Master was he really liked Asian Slaves, but almost
all were severely injured when ever he fucked one of them with his massive
cock. He went through a few before he found one that could handle him and
Gary.

Simon took over from me the training of the black boys who were slated to
become instructors. That gave me more time in the computer
center. Especially now with the new program in place, I was needed to help
sort and glean intelligence from the mass of messages that were being
downloaded into the file.

Homeland Security had a very extensive file on the BRA, including pictures
of both my Master and myself. They had lost track of exactly where we were
operating from when we left Cuba. So the Island was safe for now. They knew
that the BRA was kidnapping and buying young White, Native and Asian
boys. Most in the age bracket from 16-19. Why they were not sure. They
still had not connected the breakout of the condemned man with the BRA, nor
had they connected the rioting in Washington with them either. In one file,
they did note the fact that four undercover agents were missing and
presumed dead, although they had no proof that the BRA was responsible.

The biggest find inside that massive file was that Homeland Security was
now cooperating with both INTERPOL and it's equivalent organization in
South East Asia. So now we were being watched almost every where in the
world. The over throw of the US Government was almost impossible now, but
my Master only said that if not in my life time, then in the next
generation. I knew who my Master was grooming to take over for him if he
ever stepped down or was captured or killed.

My Master called a meeting almost three weeks after the spy had been
uncovered.

For this meeting all slaves were excluded. All the primary personal were
present, My Master, the Colonel, Doctor, Chief Administration Officer,
Simon and me. I was as always the only white present. My Master wanted to
turn down the heat on the investigation of the BRA and move it onto another
terrorist organization, preferably off shore organization.

The bank robberies, kidnapping and even murder of high government officials
would continue, but any outright terrorist acts would have to have the
blame placed on someone or some other organization. It was during this
meeting that I found out that all the ships that stopped here were owned
outright by the BRA under a different name and registered in Liberia. They
really were just cargo ships that for the most part worked the ports around
the world. All had specially built in accommodations for any slaves or
potential slaves to be held in. It was only when they had a full compliment
did they come to the Island. My Master told me the next ship would have a
transformer from General Electric on board. Also several technicians, that
I was going to instruct. I knew now he was going to attack the power grid
along the west coast. That was going to more difficult. The West coast was
not as built up as the east coast. More than just three focal points would
have to hit. My Job my Master said was to figure out where and how to do
it.  Every one was becoming both more paranoid and more serious. Almost no
one smiled any more. Even my love Simon was feeling the strain of
instructing the large contingent of black boys. My Master appeared sometime
to be in a perpetual foul mode and on a few occasions I ended up on his
shit list. I even got the occasion slap across the ass or backhand across
my face, but he never really beat me up. He could have beat me half to
death and I would have still loved him.

Studying the grid covering the west coast, I knew it would take almost an
army to actually cause any real effect. Even just taking down a city like
LA was almost impossible. LA had no less than 15 incoming transmission
lines and 46 transformer stations. There were also seven underground lines
coming from a like number of nuclear reactors. In all over a hundred
transformers would have to be destroyed and over 300 reserve transformers
sabotaged. When I told my Master, he almost lost it entirely.

To do what he wanted all along the west coast was impossible as far as I
was concerned. But he ordered me to keep looking and working.

The mood in the headquarters also worked its way down to my slaves. Almost
daily one was put in stocks for some perceived or real misdemeanor. Quite a
few got pain sticks shoved up their ass too, when I lost it on
occasion. The only time I saw my Master smile these days was when a new
contingent of slaves were shipped out. I found out my Master made almost
2,000 dollars per slave shipped to south east Asia and almost 5,000 for a
white slave and even higher for a virgin female.

Soon after the construction of the air strip was finished, Father started
construction of his second resort. That meant Benny was in heaven, with
Father on the Island at least twice a month. It also got most of my slaves
back into heavy work, as a new road was built connecting the resort with
both ends of the Island. Samson and Justine took turns ram-roding the job
and I had a very large contingent of very unhappy slaves. Every two weeks
it was necessary to rotate the indoor slaves with the out door. My Master
added to the problem when he attached several hundred Asian and White
slaves to the road gang. All those Asian and White slaves attached to the
road gang were pretty much useless for anything else and all were pretty
much worked to death on the road. Almost daily slaves died from exposure or
over work or at whim of one of the negro guards. I was lucky, they did not
control my slaves or I am sure I would have lost a few too. At least I knew
now what it must have been like for black slaves under white masters. I
really didn't feel sorry for any of the white or Asian slaves that died.

I had been working on a plan I hoped my Master would approve. I also hoped
it might put him in a better mood.

"Master, I have a plan. Will you listen to it?"

"Jay, I will always listen to you. Doesn't mean I will approve or even
accept what you have to say."

The old dinning room had been set up as a planning room. The map of the
western grid was on the table. Again with no slaves in the room, well
except me, I outlined what I had in mind.

"Master, it is impossible to shut down all the west coast at the same
time. The very many different transmission lines, transformer stations are
so interconnected that it would mean you would have to destroy almost all
to achieve what you want, however, if we take a City like LA and at the
same time as the lights go out we let it be known the wanted man is hiding
out in one of the neighborhoods controlled by a black gang, we can achieve
a far better result."

"I'm listening white boy."

Master, we can shut down almost all lights in LA. I say almost because some
of those lines run underground and unless you have people who can work
underground, in a very restrictive place and not worried that they might
not live or be captured then we can get all the lights."  "Why would their
lives be in great danger?"

"Master, all those transformers are in very secure locations, some even
inside military bases and highway patrol installations. If they were caught
it blow the whole plan."

"So how much of LA would be out?"

I flipped another map onto the table and showed him. Fully 80% of downtown,
plus most of the residential neighborhoods would be without power.

"All the hospital, police stations and fire halls would switch to emergency
power. Also LA has a central Command Center. It would go to emergency power
too. However their emergency backup is not very secure. It is on the roof
of the LAPD Headquarters."

"How do you know all this Jay?" the Colonel asked.

"The Internet Sir."

"I like it Jay. White boy, you have come through for me again." He grabbed
me and pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

The best part was my Master was smiling.

We left the dinning room and went out to sit in one of the many chairs and
couches in the headquarters. After getting drinks we sat down to discuss
how and when. It was now mid August.

"Master, if we could pull this off on another holiday, it would add to the
confusion and cause much more disruption."

"I take it you have one mind boy?"

"Yes Master, New Years Eve."

"That gives us almost 5 months to prepare. I'm going to need a list of
every spare transformer and every transformer that needs to be blown."

"I already have that list Master. There are almost two hundred that need to
be sabotaged and 100 that will have to blown up. Do you have that many men
available Master?"

"Well it will mean I have to bring some in from other places, but I think
we can make it work."

The planning went ahead. I had to leave it all to my Master. Although I
still spent a lot of time working in the Computer Center, I had a lot more
time to just walk around. It was getting very close to the time that the
black boys would take over all training. I decided one day to visit this
new group of instructors. Simon had invited me several times, but I had
never seemed to have the time.

Having Samson one day as my horseman, I had him take me to their
quarters. When I entered I saw that most were out somewhere working or
training. All as soon as they saw me quickly stripped and stood waiting in
the inspection position. The first thing I noticed was they all looked
really well muscled, the tough training had worked. Simon had rescinded the
shaving order and most now sprouted a good bush. Damn they were all damned
good looking.

I gathered them all down to one end of their barracks. In all about ten men
were present.

"First, I want to congratulate all of you on your training. You all look
very good. Second, from this point on none of you are required to call me
Master. In reality I will call all of you Master. You are black, I am
white. All whites will always call the black man Master. Also from now on
any you may order me to do anything. Whites must always follow the orders
of their black Masters. I am no different, I am in reality just a White
Slave.

"What do we call you?" One of the men asked.

"Anything you wish as long as it is not Master."

"You mean I could now order you to do anything and you would do it?"

"AS long as it does not endanger my life, yes you can order me to do
anything."

Most looked at each other, I think wondering if it was some kind of trick
on my part. The one that had asked the first question stepped forward.

"Suck my cock white boy." He said.

I laughed and kneeled in front of him and slid his semi-hard cock into my
mouth. He sure didn't take long to get fully hard. I also felt both hands
on my head as he held me and started to fuck my face. Not as big as my
Master or Simon or even some of the native boys, it still felt real nice
sliding in and out of my throat. He also didn't take long to blow. I tasted
his semi-sweet load as it shot into my mouth and throat. He just backed off
when he was done. Another cock took his place. When he was done, I was
pulled up and my shorts were pulled off. They pulled me over to one of the
bunks and soon after that a thick cock was pushed into my ass. From that
point on for almost two hours I was either sucking or getting fucked. Damn
I wished it would never stop. Finally they all stood back.

I sat up and could feel the vast amount of cumm running from my hole. As I
stood, I headed for the shower room. Two of the boys helped me shower. They
handed me my shorts and t-shirt after I had dried.

One of the boys left, the other pushed me into the shower stall. I figured
he wanted another blow job, but instead he stepped close and kissed me.  "I
want to suck you off too sometime. I really enjoyed this afternoon, but
wished it was you that was inside me."

"Well we can maybe do that after you graduate Master."

Cool he said and kissed me again. He groped me and then left the shower
area. No one said a word as I left their barracks.

"Wow Master, you were along time." Samson said.

"Yes Samson. Home please."

Thinking about those ten boys that had used me, I actually wished all 120
had been there. I would have been some sore after doing 120 blacks, but
would have never stopped. Even thinking about it got me hard all over
again. At least one of the boys had sucked me off, but mostly I just blew
from all the attention my mouth and ass was getting. I knew I was a real
cock slut when it came to blacks, maybe even worse than Aaron. Except Aaron
never cared about color. Well all he got now was one cock in his ass,
although I knew he still sucked a lot of black boys off, when ever the
Colonel was not around to stop him. I was very surprised to find my Master
at the house. He was sitting on the veranda drinking beer.

"Dismiss you boy Jay and sit down. I want to talk to you."

I sent Samson to clean up and change and sat down across from my Master.

He smacked the Asian boy next to him on the ass and ordered a bucket of
beer and then told him to get lost.

"Enjoy your afternoon in the Instructors barracks Jay?"

"Yes Master." I think I turned several shades of red.

"Good, I want you to spend every afternoon there. You will also assign
Thomas to that barracks permanently. That will be his station from now
on. For now, the three white boys in the kitchen will remain."

"Yes Master."

"You never asked why Jay?"

"Master, I am just a white Slave. You are my Master. I will always do as
you order without question."

"Well I don't consider you my Slave anymore Jay, but I need to make sure
the instructors get into their heads that whites are only to serve. From
time to time another white boy may be required to be assigned to the
instructors barracks, but for now Thomas will do and you can also be there
every afternoon."

I saw Samson hovering out of ear shot.

"Samson, go find Thomas and bring him here now."

"Yes Master."

Thomas came running up and kneeled.

"Yes Master."

"Thomas, you are being assigned to the Black Instructors barracks. You will
keep the barracks clean and tidy and also service any of the Instructors as
they require. Make sure you take clean Speedos and t-shirts with you. You
know the penalty for dirty clothes. You will eat in the general slave
mess."

"Yes Master. Thank you Master." He was smiling from ear to ear.

I knew I had been neglecting him, but with so many boys in my stable it was
hard to get around to him. I knew he was used by the boys in the slave
quarters, but now he would get all the sex he could handle.

"I'll have one of the boys run you over after dinner tonight."

"Yes Master."

"Dismissed boy."

"He looked like he was happy Jay."

"Yes Master, with so many boys here it is hard for me to give him all he
wants."

"So what is the punishment for being dirty?"

"A pain stick up the ass."

My Master just laughed and handed me another beer.

"I have another problem I am not sure how to solve."

"What Master?"

"An unnamed customer, wants six eunuchs for his harem. But he not only
wants them castrated, he wants them trained in the use of weapons and
unarmed combat. More important than that is that he prefers blacks or
colored boys."

Unnamed customer to me meant some place in the middle east. I knew from
history that eunuchs were used by many sultans to guard their wives. But
now in the twentieth Century, I never heard of such a thing. How was my
Master going to find black or colored boys to willing or unwilling lose
their nuts to become harem slaves?  Looking at my Masters face, I knew he
had already decided where he was going to get the boys from. I had a sick
feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Jay, while you are in the Instructors barracks you will pick out four of
the best looking boys there. You will also decide which of your two
horsemen to pick along with Papa."

"Yes Master." Tears started down my face as I thought about trying to
decide weather it would be Justine or Samson.

Picking either would make the other hate me. I knew they loved each other.

"You have one week Jay."

"Yes Master."

I know he had never really promised he would not touch any of my slaves,
but it was I thought an unspoken rule. I knew now I was mistaken. All the
native boys and girls, in fact everyone of the natives of the Island had
been designated as slaves to the Commander and all blacks. So all were
subject to my Masters orders. How do I pick one of my two horsemen?

I got up and bowed to my Master and wandered away. When ever any of the
boys came near me I just sent them running. I didn't eat dinner that night,
just sat drinking, not beer but whiskey and coke. I had Justine deliver a
very happy Thomas to the Instructors barracks. Then I told both Samson and
Justine to sleep in the slaves quarters. I wanted to be alone.

During the next few days, I was still down. I spent my mornings in the
computer Center going over emails and any other information gleaned from
Homeland Security. With so little going on and with the BRA keeping a low
profile, it was pretty boring. Even getting fucked or sucking all afternoon
each day in the Instructors barracks didn't lighten my mood. It was easy to
pick out four black boys to join the group who would be trained. I picked
four who were very similarly endowed. Not the biggest, but all very good
looking.

I finally came to an understanding that in reality all my slaves were
really just my Masters. He only allowed me to control them. Because of this
I decided I would not pick one of my horsemen. I would let my Master
decide. Near the end of the week, my Master had decided he called me into
his office. Both he and the Colonel were present.

"Well Jay, have you picked out all the boys for the extra training and
eventual castration?"

"Master, I have picked four boys from the Instructors, but if you want one
of my Horsemen, you must pick. Samson and Justine love each other. If I
pick one, the other will hate me. They are all in reality your slaves
Master, so you pick. I will not choose one of them."

"You are actually refusing a direct order from me White boy?" He said.

I looked at him with total defiance.

"Yes Master." I waited for the axe to fall. I had never defied my Master
before.

The colonel burst out laughing.

"Pay up. You lost." He said between laughs.

I watched as my Master stood. He had a very disgusted look on his face. He
pulled five 100 dollar bills from his pocket and dropped them on his desk.

"Jay, last week I told the Colonel you were such an obedient slave, that
you would turn over any of your slaves for anything I wanted. The Colonel
disagreed with me. He said when it came to Justine and Samson you would not
obey me. We made a bet. I lost."

I just stood listening. It was all a test of my loyalty to my Master. Now
what?

"Now what am I going to do with you? You need not worry about your
horsemen. The six boys I need have already been selected by Simon and are
now in the hospital. Tomorrow the Doctor will castrate all six. After they
are healed up they will be trained as required. However, I am still going
to punish you for refusing my order."

"Sticking you in a set of stocks, would in my opinion not be punishment,
considering how much you like to get a cock in either of your holes." He
chuckled.

"Master, what ever you choose, I will accept willingly."

"There is a rumor that has been circulating through the slave camp, that
you are above the rules governing slaves. I think it is time that rumor was
put to rest. Tomorrow after you witness the castration of those black boys,
you will be taken out in front of all the slaves presently in training and
hooked up to the chair. I think 30 minutes in the chair will prove that you
are in reality, like everyone else, just a White Slave.

TBC