Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2010 00:33:22 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: White Slave 29

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 29

"Jay, Gerry, I have known almost as long as my Commander. I am Godfather to
one of his sons. You have it all wrong about him."

"Will you at least listen to me Colonel?"

"I'll listen Jay, but I don't think there is any way you can convince me."

"Colonel, Gerry knew about both safe houses. Both were raided. He is also
in charge of all seaborne movements. Simon's Father was killed after a
Coast Guard Boarding. I have checked, many of our ships have been boarded
and searched, many more times than is normal. He is in charge of one the
teams that brought that Native boy here. I used your machine on him to find
out who he was and why he knew me. He told me the team that brought him to
the ship boasted that I would soon be under their control. Gerry commands
that team too. He was in Alabama when my Masters love was captured. I'm
sorry Colonel, but one coincident is fine, but many, no way. Colonel my
mind is working all the time. I know I am right."

The Colonel just sat in the chair and looked at the blank computer screen.
He wasn't a dummy, he was a very good intelligence officer and knew I had
valid points. When that snatch team arrived on the Island, I knew he would
get the answers he sought.  "Okay, we will leave it there for now. I need
to think. Lets head home for dinner. We miss it and the Commander is going
to wondering if we were up to no good."

His no good." He added.

I looked at the calendar on my way out the door. The eighteenth of
December. One week until Christmas. Barely seven month before I had been on
my way to become an astronaut, well I am sure I would have made it. Now I
was the White Slave to the Commander of an organization bent on
overthrowing the US Government. What was even more strange, was that I
loved my Commander and Master so much I would gladly die in his place
anytime. It was almost as if the Colonel was reading my thoughts.

"You will have to stand in line Jay behind me. No one will ever hurt your
love or my Commander."

I wrapped my arms around the Colonel.

"Thank you Sir."

"By the by, I think your love Simon will love to have some younger boys
here. He likes them as young as he can find."

"I know, but I still love him."

Nothing was said as we exited the Headquarters and Samson ran us back to
the house. We just made it in time for dinner. We didn't talk about what we
had been doing. My Master was happy that things were going smooth. He even
invited me into his bed that night. To make love with my Master was the
best of everything.

The Asian boy he usually slept with was relegated to the floor as we made
love. HE did suck and clean our cocks and even let Gary fuck him as my
Master fucked me. My Master even allowed me to fuck him. I could never be
happier than have my Master beside me.

Over the next few days I worked on the new program. If it worked or if I
could even upload it, it would eliminate all the code words used to look
for BRA activity from the NSA system. The new password I got from Steven
let me into the NAS, but just the administration area. It was here that I
would have to install the program. Microsoft had designed the main program
used by the NSA and it had more fire walls and security programs than I
thought any one could even dream up. Getting into Microsoft was almost as
hard as MIT or Homeland Security. Everything else took a back seat. Even
the young native boy, although he always slept in my bed, was left alone. I
think he was more frustrated than me, that I didn't use him as he
wanted. He did suck me off and I even sucked him off, but I had yet to fuck
his tight ass.

By the time the area was cleared for the breeding center and barracks. Less
than 75 labor slaves remained. The incentive of possible castration made
them work extra hard and of course some died from over work and slow
starvation. Some died from the sheer brutality of the guards. I could have
cared less. All were eventually destined to die anyway, but of course they
had no hint.

When the entire area was ready, there was a single massive bonfire. Almost
50 guards were present. My Master took me along to watch the finish. Some
of the slaves cried and screamed before having their throats slit. All were
burned in the fire. The ground was covered in shit, piss and blood by the
time the guards had executed all of the slaves.

Most couldn't even resist, so worn down by the work and lack of proper
diet. Their end was quick and for the most part merciful. Dying here, was
really no different than if they had been put down before they cleared the
area. I knew it was the ultimate end for all labor slaves. Most were white,
so it did not bother me to much.

Christmas dinner turned into one huge party on the front lawn of the Manor
House. Guards mixed with slaves, well my slaves intermingled as they ate
the smorgasbord of delights my chefs had cooked up. A real turkey
too. Almost everyone of my slaves gave me a gift. My Master gave me my
freedom in writing. Simon gave me a ring he had, had made in
Mexico. Although not at home, I didn't really think anymore that I could
ever go home, this was the best Christmas I could remember. The gift I
wanted for my Master was coming. The 25 boys along with the snatch team and
Gerry were in Mexico waiting transportation to the Island. I would give the
traitor to the BRA to my Master as my gift.

The Colonel proved to me he was one of the best intelligence officers
anywhere. He went over and over Gerry's work. One thing stood out most in
my mind at least. Gerry was supposed to have been in both places that were
raided. In North Dakota and Florida, he had made excuses why he wasn't
present. The Colonel dissected those excuses and came to the same
conclusion I had 2 weeks before. Gerry had to be the traitor. He didn't
tell the Commander.

The party at the house died out and I needed to be alone. I told my guards
I was going for a walk on the beach. They followed at a good distance,
giving me space to be alone with my thoughts. At Christmas my thoughts
always turned to home. Home, damn, home was now here and home was now Simon
and my Master. So much had changed in so short a time. Thinking of both got
me hard and now alone I sat down and for the first time in months jacked
myself.

"Let me take care of that Jay." I was so startled I jumped.

The Colonel sat beside me and took my cock in his hand and slowly jacked
it.

I leaned back on the sand and enjoyed as his hand slowly moved up and down
on my cock. A few minutes later I felt his hot lips slip over my cock. God
he was good. He brought me so close and then backed off, I was almost ready
to scream at him before he stayed on my cock. When I came I thought I had
died and gone to heaven, it felt so good. He sat back.

"Thank you Jay, best Christmas present I have ever had." He said.

I looked at his face. He was probably one of the ugliest men I had ever
met, but his eyes bored right into your soul.

"Fuck me Colonel. Fuck me please."

He gently pushed me onto my back and stood up. I watched as he removed his
shorts and underwear. The huge Prince Albert ring sparkled in the
moonlight. As he kneeled, I saw he wasn't near as big as my Master, but the
studs along the underside of his cock seemed to make him look bigger. He
lifted my legs to his massive shoulders and I felt the head of his cock at
my hole. As he started in I felt each stud as it passed into my hole. God
what a feeling. I knew now why Aaron had loved to get fucked by the
Colonel's pole. As his cock slid all the way inside, I think every stud
touched and massaged my prostrate, driving me to new higher heights of
pleasure. I felt and tasted my own sperm as my cock fired from the pleasure
I was feeling. Soon he was hammering away at my ass like a piston. His
staying power was enormous. On and on it went. Nothing, not at any time in
the past had I felt such pleasure. When I was sure he was ready to blow
inside me he ripped his cock out of me. He grabbed my hair and dragged my
mouth onto his cock. With one massive hand he pushed his cock straight into
my throat. Even as I gagged, his massive load filled me. It was the most
bitter tasting sperm I had ever had, but with his cock firming held deep in
my throat I had no choice but to swallow. He finally pulled his cock out
and sat back.

"Clean my cock boy." He ordered.

After I cleaned his cock he stood up. As I looked up at him he let loose
his bladder spraying me with his piss from my face to crotch. After he was
done he pulled on his shorts.  "You're a damn good White Slave Jay." With
that statement he just turned and walked away.

I stood and peeled off the piss soaked t-shirt and walked into the surf to
rinse. After cleaning myself I went back out and sat down. What a
Christmas.

After getting back to the house the young Native boy Sandy, got his wish. I
raped his ass brutally all night. Even as hard as I tried I could not break
him. All he wanted was more and more. He may have been young, but he knew
all there was to pleasing another man. His Brother and Father had taught
him well. The three days following Christmas were pretty laid
back. Everyone was waiting for the big show on New Years Eve.

Two days before New Years, a large trawler stopped at the Island. Twenty
five blind folded and cuffed boys were unloaded, along with the eight man
snatch team and Gerry. They arrived very late, and all the boys were locked
in rooms in the Slave Barracks at the Manor house. The Eight man team were
given quarters in the VIP barracks and Gerry was put up at the house.

Before breakfast the next morning Gerry was arrested by several guards and
put into cells on the Colonel's orders. The eight man snatch team was
similarly treated, although somewhat more brutally than Gerry. All were
stripped and manacled to rings in their separate cells.

After breakfast, the Colonel, Simon and myself met with the Commander in
the Computer Center. The Colonel laid out all the evidence he and I had
collected and analyzed.

The Commander just sat and looked at us both.

"What about his family?"

"I don't know sir." The colonel said.  "Take care of him and the rest. Just
leave enough to hang."

"Yes Sir."

I knew I was part of a revolution to overthrow the US Government and I
guess it could also be called a terrorist organization. What I failed to
realize was exactly how brutal and sadistic they really could be. When my
Master said take care of him, meaning Gerry, and all the rest, it would
unleash a pogrom and internal cleansing within the BRA, that had not been
seen since Stalin or Hitler. It would also drive the Federal Forces into a
frenzy, not knowing the why or who was perpetrating the killings. Even
Gerry's family was not spared.

I knew that Gerry was first interrogated with chemicals, but I also knew
the Colonel would not stop there. Every name he uttered in pain or through
his screaming was detailed. All were investigated, and either interrogated
or simply executed. Some simply disappeared while other went with a bang. A
Senator from a Western State was blown up along with his family and several
friends in Georgetown. The fact that the explosion took out houses on both
sides of the Senators house meant nothing to the BRA. I had thought that
the numbers would or could reach into the thousands, but in reality there
were only about a hundred actually in the conspiracy to remove the
Commander. However all their associates were also removed. The activity
almost over shadowed the black out of LA and subsequent riots.

The Blackout took place dead on time and the riots that followed laid waste
to parts of LA. Although the initial riots died down after a time, the
unrest within the all black communities of LA continued. Those areas became
almost a no white mans land. No white could travel anywhere with in the
areas unless under very heavy police escort and even then many a white was
killed. In most cases no arrests were made, the Police were not so stupid
as to move into the areas in force to make arrests. My Master was very
happy about LA, only wishing he could pull it off in other major cities.

OF the twenty five boys brought in, eighteen eventually joined Simon's
growing stable of slaves. Not all agreed to become boy toys for Simon or
anyone else he chose. Some died resisting, while others screamed their
young hearts out while being raped. Although I wasn't all that happy about
Simon's taste for younger men, I did on occasion use some of the boys. The
eighteen that eventually became slaves, turned out to be just as good and
as well behaved as any of my seventy odd slaves. Most were used, when not
with Simon or my Master, as toys for the Commanders guests. They appeared
happy and the guests always went away happy.

My first anniversary of becoming a White Slave, came and went without
notice by me or anyone else. I was contented in what I was and it was all I
ever wanted to be. I was addicted to black cocks. Any black man, either
guest of my Master or simply a guard, could and did either order me onto my
back or have me kneel to suck him off. I never refused. It was for me the
happiest part of being a white slave.

Don't misunderstand though. It was not all peaches and cream being a White
Slave. Or better yet being The White Slave. I knew, deep inside my Master
loved me and showed that love on numerous occasions. However he also showed
me exactly what I was as well and the total obedience he expected from
me. I screamed my heart out sometimes in the chair or under the torture
machine of the colonel's, even sometimes for the most trivial things. He
also made me execute all white slaves. All white slaves, but also others
including a few Island boys who had stepped way to far out of line. Shear
luck, I think was that none of them were mine.

Two things brought some sadness to my life on the Island. Aaron died one
night in his bed alone and an autopsy showed he had died of blood
poisoning. I think he had probably been a toilet boy too long. The other
was that Thomas became the boy of choice for any guest that wanted a boy
they could torture. I think sometimes he spent more time in hospital
recuperating than he did at the Manor House. It never seemed to bother him
and he happily stayed as a toilet boy for my work crews when he was not
needed for a special guest. The Native boy Sandy, became my unofficial
aide. Even though he hated it he also became an acceptable toilet boy for
me or anyone of the black overseers on the Island. He always puked his guts
out when he was done, but never refused mine or others requests.

The first time I tried to upload my new program into the NSA, it set was
rejected and also set off a whole series of alarms. The only thing that
prevented me from being caught was the tag I had added to the program
designating it as a security test program. After that I received a very
short email from Steven. All it said was `Careful Jay'.

The rejection also meant I had to start again. Almost three months work
down the drain in less than ten seconds.

Without access to the inside of the security center of Microsoft, I knew I
might never be able to break into the NSA. The set back did not bother my
Master too much. Homeland Security was collecting very little information
on the BRA and that suited him fine. Whatever they did collect, I knew
about almost immediately.

That alone kept me in his good graces.

While my Master continued to recruit and train his army of soldiers, he was
also funding the campaigns of sympathetic men running for political office
in the US. I knew there were several Senators, Congressmen and State
Governors' now who were totally committed to the BRA in office. It added to
the guest list of the Island, now that Father had his new resort up and
running. It also added to the coffers of the BRA.

Everything that now being done was a long term goal. The breeding Center
was up and running. At any given time there were at least fifty women in
the barracks or clinic, waiting to give birth to a new slave boy or
girl. Some of those new bourns were moved to families in the US after they
had been weaned off their mothers tits, to grow up as slaves to those same
families.

Simon, although still in charge of all slave training, started to take over
more of the duties of the Commander. He even travelled on many
occasions. Sometimes I went with him, but most times was left on the Island
to wait his return. Our love making took on a frenzy the night before he
left and we always spent almost a whole day in bed when he returned.

I knew deep inside I had changed. I was no longer the passive White Slave,
I once was. I still loved black cock when ever I could get it, but I also
enjoyed other things now too. Other than the few I had in my stable of
boys, all white slaves became nothing more than something I could use or
abuse. My Masters insistence that I execute all whites just fed my growing
passion to torture and kill white boys in the most pain filled way I could
find. With Thomas and Sandy, willing partners, in my deviant behavior, just
drove me to more and more extremes. It never bothered my Master or the
colonel or even Simon, that I would spend sometimes hours with a boy in the
basement. I guess everything came to a head one day as I sat watching a new
group of slaves being indoctrinated. One big boy, who had been just
designated to be trained as a horseman, refused. He started to cuss and
swear and proclaim he would never bow to any black ever. Something snapped
inside me. I watched as the boy was zapped many times with a pain
stick. Still he refused. I stepped down from the cart and started to walk
toward the altercation. I passed a pile of sports equipment and picked up
an aluminum bat. I walked into the circle of instructors. Two were holding
him up.

"Let him go." I ordered.

"You will always obey." I said and swung the bat at his head.

The solid thunk as it hit was followed by him dropping to the grass. I
stood over him, one leg on either side of him.

"All blacks, `thunk', are your, `thunk', Master." `thunk'. I hit him again
and again and again. When I stopped I looked down at him. Where his head
had been was a mass of blood and brains oozing onto the grass. My shoes and
legs were covered in blood and his brains. When I looked at those around
me, there was total silence. Several boys were on their knees puking onto
the grass. I dropped the bat.

"He will never disobey again." I said and walked away.

Beating that boy to death had been watched by more than I realized. My
Master and the Colonel had both watched along with the Doctor. All three
intercepted me as I walked back to my cart.

"Are you okay Jay?" My Master asked quietly.

Everything that I had done, everything that had happened to me and
everything in my life came crashing into my thoughts with his words. I
think I screamed, but from then on did not remember what happened. I woke
up in my bed, with my Master sitting beside me. I saw the Doctor and the
Colonel, both with very concerned looks on their faces. When I tried to sit
up my Masters hand held me down.

"Easy Jay, easy love." He said.

"What's happened Master?" I cried.

"Jay, the doctor thinks you had a mental breakdown. You need rest and
quiet."

It all came flooding back and I could do nothing but cry.

When I awoke the next time, Sandy and Thomas were lying beside me. Both
looked like they had been crying. I just pulled both boys close and went
back to sleep. When I awoke the next time the first thing I needed was to
piss. My Master was again sitting on the bed.

"Let me up, I need to go to the bathroom Master."

"Thomas." My Master said.

Thomas dropped onto my cock and the relief was almost better than sex I
thought.

"Can you eat something Love? You have not eaten in four days."

Well the grumble from my stomach told him the answer. Juan came in with a
tray and after my Master helped me sit up, he set it in front of me. Seeing
the food I realized I really was hungry. It did not take anytime at all for
me to clean the plate clean.

"Feeling better now Love?' My Master asked.

"Yes Master. I'm sorry Master. I don't know why I beat that boy. I just
wanted to make him understand that all whites must obey their black
masters."

"Jay, I think it is more my fault than yours. I once told you that you are
more black than most other blacks I know. I really think now you are almost
my twin inside. Jay, I enjoyed breaking you. I enjoyed making you my White
bitch boy. It gave the ultimate pleasure to see you grovel and cry even as
I made you do things you had never even thought of before. You accepted me
as your master far faster and with a total dedication far quicker than any
white boy before had ever done. Whites in reality have no meaning for
me. All they are is a means to and end. An end that I want, to make all
whites slaves to blacks. Killing a white boy, brought pleasure to me as I
have seen it bring pleasure to you. Maybe I should have stopped you when
you started to torture white boys to death, but their deaths I did not care
about. Either they accept being a slave or die. That was all that
mattered. Someplace inside I think you still are white, but on the side
everyone sees you are as black as me. I love you Jay, really love you, but
I am also sure I have changed you too much. For that I am truly sorry
love."

"Master, some things you are right about. I hated you when you raped me and
then just seemed to leave me to your men. But there was something else
inside me too. I knew deep inside I needed you to command me. I needed you
to use me. I wanted to be your White Slave. No matter how much pain you
caused me I loved you more each time. Master I will always be your White
Slave."

"Jay, I have said it in words and even on paper, you are no longer my Slave
and I am not your Master. Jay, with your love of all blacks and your hate
for anything white, along with your knowledge and inborn smarts makes you
seem a God along side the rest of us. Slave, no Jay. You are our Master. I
know I will not see in my lifetime the end of our rebellion, but I am also
sure with Simon at your side you will. The love you have shown me along
with your total dedication will put you and Simon in the White House long
after I am dead and forgotten."

"Master, you will never be forgotten by me. I will love you forever and
will always be just your white boy."

My Master stood up and turned to the Colonel.

"Is Simon back?" He asked.

"Yes Commander."

"Good set up the parade."

"Yes Sir."

"You two help him get ready." He said to Thomas and Sandy.  My Master and
the Colonel left. Thomas and Sandy helped me into the bathroom. After
shaving, they helped me shower. When I got hard Thomas went down and sucked
me off, while Sandy just continued to wash me. When I reached for his soft
cock he stopped me.

"Master there is no time now."

I let them finish and dry me. Sandy handed me clean shorts and then fatigue
pants. A white t-shirt was followed by a fatigue shirt. They even helped me
put on boots. I was almost dark enough now to pass as one of my Masters
soldiers.

As I settled the beret on my head, I knew a change was coming, but what
kind of change I did not know. When we walked outside Justine was ready in
harness attached to one of the carts. I was surprised the guards saluted me
before I boarded the cart. Justine ran full out to the compound. Hardly
even breathing hard when he finally stopped. What surprised me even more
was the long lines of soldiers. There had to be near a thousand men lined
up in neat platoons or companies. Justine had stopped near a raised
dais. The ground shook as a thousand boots slammed down as the troops came
to attention. This could not be for me I thought. A few moments later Simon
walked up and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Relax love, it will be over soon."

"What will be over? What's happening Love.?"

"You'll know soon. Come." He pulled me away from the dais and back a few
feet.

"That wasn't for you love. They saw you and figured it was time to get
ready." He said indicating the lined up troops.

When I looked I saw they had moved the front rank of men forward and now
someone was yelling at them from one end.

"They are dressing the lines." Simon said.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you are saying Simon. I guess some
things I don't know."

Jay, never being a soldier, you could never understand love."

We sat on the edge of my cart and just held onto each other. I was looking
forward to our night of love making.

I watched as two soldiers ran up and placed a microphone on the
dais. Obviously someone was going to address all these troops, but for the
life of me I could not fathom the why's of it. A few minutes later the
Commander and Colonel walked out of the Administration building.

As the commander stepped up onto the dais, the thunder of a thousand boots
hitting ground shook the camp. The clash as a thousand rifles were brought
to the present, echoed across the Island. When the men were again at ease,
the Commander stepped up to the microphone.

"Thank you, thank you all."

"Most of you know me and those that don't know of me. Each of you are part
of something that was started when the first revolution took our country
from the hands of King George over 200 years ago. All of you are descended
from some of those very same black slaves who were brought to labor on the
White Mans farms and plantations. A new revolution is coming to our
country. This time it is our revolution, a Black revolution that will again
shake the world.

I will not see the end of our Revolution and most you will not either, but
make no mistake it will come. You might think that all your training, all
the preparing we are doing is going to lost as we work to our destiny. You
would be very wrong. We will begin to spread our revolution to other places
where the White man controls blacks. We are going to export our revolution.

I am stepping down as Commander of the Black Revolutionary Army. With the
unanimous vote of the Black Council of the Revolution, Simon Jackson is
here by appointed and confirmed as the new Commander of the Black
Revolutionary Army.

"I know each of you and all members of the BRA will give him the same
loyalty and steadfast willingness to push our goals to its rightful end. I
will always be part of our Revolution and will always stand by him and
those he appoints to push our Revolution forward."

My Master stepped away from the microphone. The roar as a thousand plus
voices cheered him could I think be heard on all parts of the Island. As it
quieted down Simon stepped up onto the dais.

Side by side, Simon and my Master looked like twins. Both filled their
fatigues in the same way. Both very muscled and even the hint of their
massive endowment looked the same. My heart swelled seeing them both
together. The two people in my life I loved more than life itself. As he
stepped to the microphone, those very same thousand boots hammered the
ground again. I even thought it was louder. Simon unrolled a piece of paper
in his hands.

"By order of the Council of the Black Revolutionary Army, I now take
Command of the BRA. You may stand at ease."

His rich baritone voice echoed over the assembled troops.

"I have four things to say to you and to all soldiers of the BRA.

First: All orders, policies and commitments set up by my Commander remain
in effect.

Second: "Nothing will stand in my way that will prevent our Revolution from
coming full circle."

I was ushered up onto the dais by the Colonel and my Master.

"Third: By order of the council, this man standing beside me will no longer
be referred to as a White Slave, White Boy or any other derogatory name. To
do so is an affront to me, the Council of the Bra and to the BRA
itself. When we win our Revolution, he will stand on my right always, as my
equal and my love."

I could not believe what I just heard from my love. He had elevated me to
his equal in everything. Without a thought about all those men watching or
anything else, Simon turned and pulled me into his arms. The long
passionate kiss was interrupted by the very loud, possibly louder cheering
than that given my Master, reverberated across the Island. Simon stepped
back and turned once more to the microphone.

"FOURTH: He yelled.

"Each of you have been assigned quarters here and each have been assigned a
boy. Most of you will be shipping out shortly. Enjoy your weekend and enjoy
the slaves given to you for your use. You may use them anyway you
choose. You are dismissed."

The cheering went on for quite a while as Simon again turned and taking my
hand led me off the dais.

Simon stopped by my Master and wrapped his arms around him.

"Thank you Uncle. Thank you for everything."

"Congratulations Jay Somers." My Master said to me.

"You will always be my Master. I will always be your White Slave."

"I know Jay, but in time all things pass."

The colonel first saluted me and then wrapped me in a bear hug.

"Congratulations White boy." He said softly, with his eyes laughing.

I was in an almost complete daze, as Simon led me to my cart and climbed
aboard. I never even noticed the trip home or when Simon helped me up to
his room. Simon had been away almost three weeks. Three long weeks since we
had made love. Thomas and Sandy undressed me as Simon watched.

"I have another surprise for you love." Simon smiled at me.

"I'm not sure I can handle any more of your surprises love."

"This one I am very sure you will love."

Put a blind fold on Jay." He told Thomas.

"Yes Master." Thomas affixed a blindfold on me. He then helped onto the bed
where I laid on my back waiting.

"Undress me." I heard Simon say.

"Oh, Master. You have." Thomas started to say something.

"Hush boy." Simon said.

I felt Simon climb onto our bed. He leaned over and slipped his tongue into
my mouth. He held my hands down as we kissed. Separating I felt him move
back and then lift my legs to his shoulders. This is what I had been
waiting for, for almost a month. My loves thick cock filling me totally.

"Ready baby?" Simon said.

"Oh yes love. I am always ready and always will be ready for you love."

The massive head of his cock slid into my hole. That alone felt so good, I
almost swooned right then and there. As he pushed more of his magnificent
cock into me, another feeling started to permeate my feelings. At first I
didn't know what was happening and then realization took over. Simon had
added studs to the underside of his huge cock. Remembering how good the
Colonels cock had felt was now overshadowed as his massive cock along with
the studs slid slowly into me. I thought the Colonel felt good, but this
was totally beyond anything that had ever happened before. Each stud pushed
and slipped along the membranes in my hole, each seemed to gouge deeper
into me, driving me to unbelievable heights of pure pleasure. The thick
studs, pushed and massaged my prostrate as each passed over it. I know I
was screaming in ecstasy as Simon slowly fucked me. Every part of my being
was overwhelmed at what he was doing to me. He pulled the blindfold off and
leaned down to lick the tears of happiness streaming down my face. The
waves of pleasure continued to wash over me as Simon slowly increased the
speed of his assault on my sensitive hole. Vaguely I heard Thomas and Sandy
both screaming, but I was so disconnected with reality as Simon fucked me
relentlessly, that I knew not why. How much time passed, I had no idea and
when his hot load filled me, I hardly noticed. As he collapsed over me I
wrapped my arms over him and cried.

After a short while he pushed back and looked at my tear stained face.

"You okay love?" He asked quietly.

My mind tried to grasp what had just happened and I had no words to
describe it. I just pulled him back down and smothered his face with
kisses. He pushed me away again.

"Well I guess that was as good an answer as any." He smiled.

As we pecked at each other, I felt his cock slowly hardening inside me. I
could feel each stud slowly push into the insides of my tender ass. I was
not really sure my mind could handle another session of his massive cock. I
did know, I never wanted him to ever leave my hole. As he slowly started
again my mind went into overdrive as the feelings took over every part of
me. Again buried deep in my psyche, I heard the strangled screams of the
two boys, but could not connect it to what my mind and body was feeling. I
am sure I passed out sometime during that second reaming and opened my eyes
to Simon laying beside me.

"I guess I kind of overloaded you love."

He helped me sit up and then rolled off the bed. He walked to the small
refrigerator and grabbed two beers. He came and sat down close to me. For
the first time I could examine the studs lining the underside of his
cock. He had eight, fairly thick studs. The silver ball on both ends of
each stud looked to be almost as large as the ball on his prince Albert
ring. No wonder they drove me almost nuts. They really looked good against
his very black cock.

"You like them love?"

In answer I almost smothered him with kisses.

"I brought some back with me, if you want a set too."

"Really?" I said.

"I'd really love to feel what you felt love."  "I guess I'll have to get
them put in then." I smiled.

Even if inside I was dreading what he wanted. When that punishment ring had
been put on, I thought I was going to die from the pain. Now I said I was
going to have 6 or 8 studs put through my dick. I hated anyone using a
knife or needle any where near my dick. It was then I noticed Sandy curled
into a ball on the floor. His whole body was shuddering.

"What happened to Sandy?"

"In your delirium or should I say pleasure you grabbed him and Thomas by
the nuts. Thomas will probably be okay, but I am not sure of Sandy. You
really hurt him bad."

I was off the bed in an instant and down by Sandy. I carefully laid him on
his back. Jesus his nuts looked like gross, black, baseballs. Thomas
although still crying was just sitting.

"You okay Thomas."

"They really hurt Master, but I have felt worse, but I don't know about
Sandy. I don't think anyone ever did that to his balls before."

"Can you manage to get him to the hospital boy?"

"Yes Master." Thomas groaned as he slowly stood.

I gently picked Sandy up and carried him down stairs. Samson was sitting in
harness waiting for when someone required him.

"Samson, take Sandy to the hospital. Tell the doctor to call me and let me
know how Sandy is going to be."

Yes Master."

I watched as Samson, with Sandy and Thomas took off and then went back up
to Simons room.

"I didn't realize what I was doing."

Well I'm not sure what you were thinking, but I'll tell you from the
screams coming from you at times I thought I was hurting you too."

"No love, not hurt. I have never felt such pleasure ever before."

"Do you want me to put the studs in or the Doctor. I know how to do it and
to be honest it doesn't hurt very much."

"Well, I guess if I am going to have someone near my dick with needles, I
would prefer it was you love."

"You want to do it now or later?"

"Is it going lay me up for a long time?" And then chuckled." I guess laid
is the wrong word."

"A few days love."

"Well I think I will wait a bit then."

"Good. Because I want you inside me now love."

We spent the night and part of the next day in bed. I don't think I have
ever had more enjoyment in my life. We finally staggered down for lunch and
then out onto the veranda to just sit. Thomas came up and told me the
Doctor would like to see me at the hospital. That's when I remembered about
Sandy.

"I guess I better go see Sandy." I said to Simon.

"No problem, you can drop me at the Headquarters. There are a couple of
orders I need to sign regarding the breeding program. You can pick me up
when your done Love."

Samson was in harness and when we approached he got ready. Both my horsemen
switched off from day to day. It was then I thought about Trent. I had not
seen him in use as a horseman for quite a while.

"Where's Trent? I haven't seen him for a while."

"You probably won't either. He has been reassigned to the breeding center."

Simon did not elaborate and I didn't ask. If he wanted me to know why or
what, he would tell me. The run down to headquarters was quiet. Simon
kissed me before Samson took off for the hospital. The Slave training area
was pretty quiet too and I remembered the troops had been assigned slaves
to use. That would pretty much take care of every slave in training. I
walked into the Doctors office.

"You wanted to see me Doctor?"

"Sandy is probably not going to live. Well he might if I remove both his
testicles, but even then I am not sure. Both became almost gangrenous as
soon as I relieved the pressure. The poison may also be in his system. What
do you want to do?"

Is he awake or still out?"

I have kept him under."

"I hate to say it Doctor, but if there is no chance of saving either
testicle, you might as well give him a lethal injection. He would never
make just a fuck toy or even lousier harem slave."

"Okay Jay. I am sorry for him."

"Me too Doctor. I really liked the boy."

I was pretty well pissed with myself when I left the hospital. My own
pleasure had killed Sandy. I met Thomas outside.

"Sorry Thomas, Sandy is dead."

"I know Master. The Doctor told me there was very little chance for
him. I'm sorry for you Master."

"Thanks Thomas. Samson take me home please."

Samson drove me back to the house and I told him to go back for Simon.

I mixed a drink and just sat. Damn, damn, damn. Why did I feel so bad for
one little Indian boy when I had no feeling for any of the white boys that
had died. I just sat thinking about that particular point. Why not white
boys, when I felt differently about native boys. What made any slave boy
different. They were all slaves under my Masters edict, so why would I feel
different because one native boy died. It didn't make sense to me.

Simon found me sitting and drinking. He sat down beside me and wrapped his
big arms around me.

"I'm sorry love about Sandy. I know you really liked him."

"What I don't understand is why I feel so bad about his death, when I have
killed so many white boys."

"Jay, we don't exactly target Native Americans or Canadians. Sandy in
reality came to us of his own free will. He wanted to be your boy. He in
reality volunteered. Maybe that is part of your problem."

When I thought about what Simon said, it did make some sense. I knew my
Masters edicts did not include either Native Americans or Canadians. They
had been treated by the white man sometimes worse than the blacks had. In
Some cases wholes tribes had been wiped out by American troops in the early
days of America. This revolution was as much about them as blacks and I
knew there were many Native Americans onside with the BRA.

"Did you get everything done love?" I asked.

Simon got up and mixed two more drinks and sat down.

"Yes, I signed into our law a new rule. All slaves will be required to add
to our sperm bank. So all of your slaves will be required to spend 24 hours
at the clinic. It doesn't hurt and all they will have to do is be milked
for their sperm."

"Does that include me love?"

"Only if you want to Jay."

"Well too bad we couldn't mix our sperm together to make a boy for
ourselves."

"Would you like that love?"

"Only if you do."

"Well it is something to think about, but I am not sure it would work."

TBC