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Part 5
Eric's Brother Comes To Visit
(This is for you, my John Dough. Sad not to hear from you anymore. Sorry if I did something wrong. Hope you like the tale. I thought of your tail while writing :-)
The following afternoon a telegram arrived saying Eric's brother Tom was on his was for a visit. Tom had just turned twenty-one, inherited his part of the family fortune and wanted to come see what life on the Weston Estate in Virginia was like. Coming down from New York he was forced to wait in Richmond for coach. He wandered around the city until he stumbled upon the slave market. The huge, barn-like structure was filled with men except for the women slaves, and an auction was going on.
Tom watched for a while until a negro caught his eye. Not as tall as himself, perhaps 5'7", the young man was beefy and muscular, around 185 - 190 pounds. The strong, active body and light skinned attracted him. He thought the man part Creole or maybe Indian. His eyes were soft like a faun suddenly wondering which way to run, a look that made his face tender and his strong body naturally submissive.
He stood naked, like all the other young negroes waiting their turn on the block. Tom smiled at the vein that snaked down the top of the man's cock shaft. He walked right over and took hold of the sex organ, then did as he'd seen another buyer do a few minutes before. "Turn around," he commanded. The negro turned, bent over and spread his ass cheeks. Tom spat on his finger and shoved it up the negro's anus and smiled when the man gave a slight grunt as if he'd enjoyed it. "Turn around again," Tom said. When the negro turned Tom opened his mouth. The negro did the same, and Tom stuck his finger in as if examining the teeth. "Suck it," Tom whispered. The man did as he was told.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Michael, Sir."
"Michael what?"
"Just Michael, Sir."
"Don't you have some African name?" Tom's eyes got teary when the young man smiled. Such a wise, enigmatic smile. "What's your father's name?"
"William, Sir."
"Well, we aren't giving you two first names. You like sucking, don't you?" Tom whispered now. Michael smiled. "Sucking dick I mean." Michael nodded sheepishly. "And getting fucked up the ass?" When Tom grinned Michael grinned back, exposing beautiful white teeth. Tom grasped the black cock again, pulpy now. "You like white meat up your ass, don't you, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," Michael whispered back.
"You willing to take me up the ass whenever I want you? And throat nine inches of white meat whenever I shove it in your mouth? When Michael nodded again Tom laughed, "Well, then we'll call you Michael Willing. And I'm going to buy you right now." He pulled on the dark shaft and laughed.
Every buyer watching knew and followed the unspoken code. When Michael came up for sale the seller asked $150 for him. No one bid. "He's a good strong boy, not more than 25 - 30, and a good piece of meat. Come on, you all."
"I'll give you fifty," Tom said.
"Seventy-five," the seller countered. Tom shook his head. "Damn, you all." The seller shouted, and then, "Well, fuck, I'll keep him myself."
Michael looked at Tom, begging. ""Sixty." Tom said.
"Seventy-five." The seller insisted. "And he's worth double that."
"OK, then." Tom said, paid the man and took hold of his slave's penis. "Come with me, Nigger Mike. Hee hee, you're my first one." Then he stopped and looked hard at the stout black man. "You are going to be a good boy, aren't you? Otherwise I'll sell you to some wicked bastard. Or cut your balls off." Tom joked, but Michael wasn't sure.
"I'll do whatever you say, Master. I promise." Led by Tom pulling his penis Michael followed to the back of the house where a long horse trough sat against the building in full sun. A pail sat next to it. "Wash yourself, boy." After Michael had poured warm water over himself, washed with a cake of brown soap and rinsed off, Tom examined the foreskin carefully, took the cake of soap and rubbed it in his hands. Then he stripped back the skin and washed the penis again gently. As it swelled he rinsed it. "Keep it real clean, Mikey, just for me. Now wash your ass again."
After Michael had washed again they walked to a dry goods store, the naked negro following close behind his master. It was not uncommon in that part of the city to see a naked slave following his master to the good store for clothes, but nevertheless a man with a young boy did eye them with the words, "Nice piece of meat you got there."
Tom stopped and flapped Michael's penis at them. "Isn't he a fine one?"
"Got a nice ass too. Turn around, boy," The stranger called from across the street. Michael turned. "Yeah, good for breeding, that one. Good, strong ass. Bring him to the Hoedown before dinner. You might make some money off that ass tonight." The stranger tipped his hat. "What's your name, Son?"
"Tom. Tom Weston."
"You related to young Eric Weston of Double Long Farm?"
"He's my older brother. I'm just down for a visit. Couldn't resist this one though."
"Well, I guess you don't need the money then, but you bring him by the Hoedown tonight, and the boys'll have some fun slicking his ass." As they talked the naked black organ began to grow. "And it looks like your nigger likes the idea."
Tom looked down at Michael's cock, his very own nigger, and stripped back the foreskin to expose the fleshy pinky-brown head. A bead of juice appeared when he squeezed the shaft. He leaned in and whispered, "You want to go get some white meat up that nice big hard ass of your tonight, Mikey? Huh?" He stroked his negro to half erection. "Might be fun to see how much we can make off your ass. Want to?"
Michael's nod was tentative until Tom grinned. "You do-ooo." Tom sang. "Mikey wants some white cock up his ass," he continued his improvised lyrics. "Mikey wants his ass dripping with white cream tonight. Yes he duh-uzz. Shit, I can't wait. Come here, Mike." Tom dragged his slave between two buildings and opened his trousers. "Suck me off, Mikey." Tom shoved his prick between Michael's soft, curled-back lips and let the slave have his fun. Once ready to let loose he grabbed Mikey by the ears and shoved the whole nine inches down his throat.
Mike gagged, his body convulsed just once before he felt the shaft engorge and knew his master was creaming his throat, feeding him his juice. He held Tom's buttocks tight and let the sperm flow into him like magic nectar. Once done, Tom pulled slowly out of his slave's throat. "Whoa, baby. That needed doing real bad." Then he looked at Mike's cock, hard and dripping. "No, no, no. You don't come yet, Mike. Cover yourself, boy." He handed his negro his hanky and they went immediately to the clothing store.
There they bought a sturdy pair of beige pants and a red flannel undergarment for cold weather with a buttoned flap over the ass. "That's for easy access, Mikey. I might have you in those all the time," Tom laughed. "And let's get you a couple of nice shirts." The store owner recommended very simple garments that Tom bought. Once in his new clothes Tom said, "I like you better naked, Mikey." Then to the tailor, "Is there a law about having a naked negro in town, do you know?"
The tailor shrugged, "I don't think so, but it's better having them dressed a little, Sir. Keeps the ladies from getting ideas, don't you know."
"Take your pants off, Mike." Tom commanded and handed the beige pants to the tailor. "Can you split the seam up the backside and add a flap or something so it looks closed. I want to be able to get in there whenever I want, you know?" As they waited in the back room for the work to be done Tom casually stroked his nigger's cock.
When Nigger Mike was fully erect the tailor said, "You got yourself a nice piece of nigger meat there, Sir."
"Name's Tom. Tom Weston."
"You any relation to Eric Weston of Double Long Farm?"
"He's my brother. I just came down for a visit."
"He brought a real fine piece of colored meat in here a few weeks or so ago. A bit uppity but real nice. Your nigger's nice too. Got a nice piece there."
Tom could see the tailor's interest. "You can fuck him if you want."
"Rather suck him off, if you don't mind, Sir."
"Shit, I was sort of saving him for tonight's party at the Hoedown."
"I can come again tonight, Master Tom Sir. No problem." Mike's eyes pleaded.
"Well, OK." Before Tom could say another word the tailor had slid off his chair and slurped Mike's dripping glans into his mouth. "Whoa," Tom giggled, "nothing like white lips on a thick black shaft. Suck that nigger, you white cocksucker." In a half minute Mike pulled the tailor head to him. His cock exploded a stream of cum that filled the man's mouth. As his whole body shook the tailor gulped and gulped, milking the shaft and pulling the cream out with his lips.
When Mike was done shooting he pulled slowly out of the tailor's mouth and took the risk of swiping his glans over the man's lips. When the mouth remained open he smeared the last few drops over the face of the panting man. "Man, Mr. Weston, you got yourself a real fine shooter there. You can bring him by anytime. I'll give you a good deal on everything you buy here."
At the hotel there was a problem with the room. A `No Niggers Allowed' sign hung above the stairs, and the hotel mistress wanted Mike in the back house with the other negroes. When Tom saw a man come in with a dog and go up to his room he countered, "That man's taking his dog up, and my nigger has slept at the foot of my bed every night since I had him, just like a good dog." Tom's eyes pleaded and studied the cleavage of the woman with interest.
The woman studied the register. "Tom Weston. Any relation to the Double Long Farm?"
"My brother inherited it last year. I'm here for a visit."
"So why's it called Double Long Farm anyway. A lot of folks wonder."
Tom grinned. "It's sort of a family trait. Most of us males are double long."
"And you'd be one of those?" The hotel mistress asked with interest.
"Not quite. My brother got the prize this generation, but I do come in a close second," Tom grinned sheepishly.
"Well, it's going to be a hard damn floor, but if that's what you want for your negro, I guess it'd be all right just this once." The woman adjusted the bodice of her dress. "We all have drinks in the parlor around five if you're interested in meeting the other guests."
"Oh," Tom looked sad. "I've got to meet a man in town this evening, but maybe tomorrow." Tom gave the woman hope. And then to Michael, "Get my bags upstairs, Boy, and be quick about it. And then get me a bath going."
"I'll have the kitchen girls help with the water, Mr. Weston," the hotel mistress smiled.
"Why, thank you, Miss...?"
"Mrs. Jewel. But my husband died last year. I'm a little lonely now."
Tom leaned in and whispered, "You like white meat or dark?"
"White," Mrs. Jewel said shocked.
Tom smiled, "Then I got a chance, sugar plum."
When Tom's bath was ready he dismissed the girls and stripped. "Oh, Master," Michael said. "You a real pretty man, Sir." Tom grinned, stepped into the short metal tub and told his slave to strip.
When Michael stood naked next to him he said, "You can start with my back." Michael knelt and rubbed soap suds over his master's muscled back. Tom groaned with pleasure as Michael rubbed him. "Oh, man, you're good at that."
"I like doing it, Master."
"Stand up," Tom commanded, then laughed and sang, "I kneeew it. Mikey has a hard on. Mikey wants to get fuh- ucked. Mikey wants to get fuh- ucked. Mikey wants some white dick up his ass, doesn't he?" When Mikey just grinned Tom continued, "Straddle the tub."
"It's too wide, Master."
"I'll hold your ass up. Straddle the tub." Tom grinned. Michael rested his thighs on the tub's edge, his ass a few inches over the water. Tom poked his long cock up into the air. "Now lower yourself onto it."
"Whoa, Master, That's a thick one."
"Well, you might as well start getting used to it. That's my nigger ass now." Tom held the large, firm cheeks and spread them wide. Mike rested his weight on the tub's edge by his thighs and hands and bounced up and down, aiming his butt pucker at his master's glans. Tom held the root of his slave's cock and used it to guide the hole to its mark. When the glans slipped in Mike gasped. Tom laughed, "Oh, Mikey baby. What a tight ass. We'll loosen that up real good tonight." Then Tom slipped out and curled forward, took the lovely pinky-beige glans of his negro into his mouth.
"Oh, Master, Sir. Suck your nigger's dick." Mike pumped his master's mouth until Tom laid back and pushed his hips up. Mike bounced down again and slid Tom's glans up his dripping black ass again. "Whew, Master, Sir. You making your nigger feel real good."
"Ahhhh," Tom sighed and pushed Mike down, sliding the whole nine inches up the wet hole. After a moment relaxing his hole, Mike bounced up and down, left and right, playing poke and seek my hole with his new master's shaft. Tom laughed, "You really do like that, don't you, Mikey?"
Mike sank right down until his ass pressed against Tom's pubic bone. He squeezed the shaft's root with his anus muscle and whispered, "Oh Master..." His eyes filled with such pleasure that Tom couldn't resist him. He pulled the happy black face to his and kissed his slave.
"Your lips are so soft, Mikey. You know that? And your ass is so warm and tight. You want some more white meat up it tonight?"
"I do whatever you want, Master Tom, to make you happy. You making your nigger feel so good I feel like I done died and gone to heaven."
"Well, get off me and wash my hair." Tom raised the clutching ass off him. Mike stepped over the tub, dried himself and washed his master's hair, then washed his feet, his cock and balls and finally took special care to wash his anus. After being dried off and oiled by his negro Tom bent over and rested him forearms on the tub's edge. "You can dry my ass hole with your tongue, Mikey."
Mike dug his tongue into the pink anus with such pleasure that Tom opened up at once. "OH, yeah, baby. Get in there. Oh, yeah," Tom groaned. "Shit Mikey, get that pretty brown prick in there."
"Master?"
"Just do it, Nigger. I need to feel you in me. Fuck me, Mikey." As eight thin black inches of smooth slave meat slid into him Tom sighed, "Oh, yes, do your master Tommy, Nigger Mike. Do him."
Mike fucked his master a few strokes nice and slow until Tom said, "Now get my clothes, boy. We're going out and see what kind of white meat this town has to offer." Mike slipped slowly out of his master's ass, knelt before the beautiful round lobes and licked Tom's hole like a hungry puppy.
"You so milky sweet, Master. And that cherry pink hole so nice --"
Tom pushed him away. "Get my clothes, nigger boy, and wear your red flap downs tonight. We're going to see how much white meat we can stuff up that pretty ass of yours."
At the Hoedown they were stopped at the front entrance. "Ain't no niggers allowed in here," a drunk at the first table said.
"I sort of got the feeling this afternoon that we were invited," Tom said to the sloppy man.
"Well, he got to go in by the back door," the drunk said.
"Come on, Mikey. We got to go in the back."
"Not you. Just the nigger." The drunk became aggressive.
"I think we better go back to our hotel, Mikey." Tom turned to leave.
"Whoa, whoa wait a minute." The owner said. "Don't pay any attention to old Buzz here. He's a nigger hater."
"Fuck you." Buzz said.
"Get the hell out of my bar, Buzz, before I throw your ass on the street." Jackson the owner said. "This nigger's got a lot more style than you do."
"You son-of-a-bitch." Buzz stood to punch Mike, but Tom got in his way and touched his finger to the man's nose. Buzz fell flat backwards, his head landing with a thud on the wooden floorboards.
"Well, I guess he's out for the evening. Can somebody drag that fool out the back door?" Jackson asked.
Mike was strong enough to easily drag the fat drunkard out back. He returned a little worried until Jackson said, "Don't worry about that fool, nigger boy. He won't remember a thing tomorrow. What's your name, anyway?"
Mike looked at Tom who responded, "His name is Michael Willing. Or Tom's willing ass nigger Mike. And he's the sweetest little cookie you ever did get your dick into, aren't you, Mikey?"
Mike grinned lovingly at his master who continued, "So whoever wants to get their cock wet in this lush ass hole has got to pay a dollar."
"A dollar?" Someone exclaimed. "It looks like I'd be doing him a favor plugging his hole."
"You still got to pay a dollar." Tom laughed and squeezed Mike's huge round buttock. "Look at these beauties. And he's got a fine cock to milk while you're fucking him.
"I'll give you fifty cent," The complainer said.
"Take your pants off, Mikey." When Mike did Tom continued, "Isn't this the finest ass you ever saw?" Tom giggled the two hard lobes. "Bend over, boy." When Mike did Tom spread his cheeks. "And look a this hole." Tom leaned over his nigger facing the audience, he had everyone's attention now and let a big glob of spit drip onto Mikey's crack. When it slid down to the hole Tom massaged it into the anus with his two middle fingers, pulling the pinky center open. "Isn't that the rosiest cherry you ever saw. Turn around, Mikey." When Mike did Tom said, "And this cock. Something, huh. Tell me who doesn't love it."
"I'll give you a dollar to fuck him as long as I want." A man at the far table said.
"You got a fifteen minute maximum. I'm not sitting here all night waiting for my man if you can't come.
"Done." The man spread his legs and rubbed his crotch.
Tom looked at Mike who grinned his consent. "Sold to the man with the pot belly and the big bulge. One black ass takes a load of cum for a dollar to get things started. Bend over, Mikey and let's get your ass greased up."
Mikey laid over a folded blanket on a narrow table by the back door and spread his legs. Tom greased up the lobes of his ass and his hole real good as the pot-bellied man walked over unbuttoning his trousers, He drew out two huge testicles and a short, fat cock. After greasing himself up with Tom's oil he swiped his glans over the black buttocks. When he found the hole he plunged in, stuffing the whole six inches up Mike's ass.
Mike grunted like he was in pain, but in fact he'd taken Tom easily, and Tom was bigger, but he sensed the man wanted to hurt him so he grunted and strained as if he were aching. "That's it, Jake," a friend of the fucker's said from the next table. Give that nigger something to remember you by. Fuck that ass right off him."
Jake grabbed the tail of Mike's shirt and rode him like a horse, bucking and driving deep into the black butt. Mike squirmed and squealed with every thrust. "Oh, baby Jesus," he pleaded. "Come on, Mister. Not so hard."
Jake pounded harder than ever, mercilessly ripping into Mike's ass. Tom leaned down and whispered, "You OK, Mikey?" Mike gave a furtive wink and grin, and then moaned again like he was hurting. Tom stood up and said, "You hurt my nigger, Mister, you buy him."
"Fuck that. I got fifteen minutes of pounding for a dollar." And he started rapid firing Mike's hole, pushing so hard the table started sliding. His friend put his boot against the opposite edge to hold it still as Jake jack-hammered Mike's ass. Mike pulled the blanket together and howled into it, loving ever stroke he was getting, wanting to cry out - Give it to me, White Boy - but instead he just arched his ass toward the incoming flesh and moaned and trembled in ecstasy. "Fuck yes nigger. Take my dick. Take my load. Fu -u -uck yes. Take my load of your black ass." Then he laughed, "Look at this nigger shake. Can you take me nigger?"
Mike howled. Jake pounded and Mike trembled until the fucker groaned, "Fuck, nigger. Fuuuuck yes." And then Mike felt what he wanted -- a stream of sweet hot cum shot up his ass, and another, and another. Mike reached behind and pulled his ass cheeks apart as the pounding slowed. He wanted every inch of meat deep in him. When Jake finished shooting he squeezed the last drop into Mike's hole and collapsed into a chair panting.
Tom leaned his torso over his slave's back and whispered, "You OK, Mikey?" Mike nodded, turned toward his master and grinned. He looked so happy Tom couldn't resist and gave his thick lips a quick kiss hoping no one saw, then turned his attention to Mike's ass. He ran his middle finger around the pucker - no blood. Then he greased it up again, poked two fingers in and swirled them around the loose hole as he rested his cheek on Mike's lower back and looked at his audience.
All the men were rubbing themselves. Two had their cocks out and were jacking their wet cock heads next to each other. One looked ready to go off. "Come on. Mister. Just one silver dollar. You look like a hot ass is just what you need about now. Look, Mikey. You want that up your ass?"
The man was sporting a hefty eight incher. When Mike's eyes fixed on it like a fool's on a hypnotist's shiny charm the man dug into his pocket and with his thumb flicked a silver dollar into the air. With a smile Tom caught it in one hand. "Step right up to Mikey's cum slicked hole and relieve your troubles, Sir." He laughed.
"Go for it, Johnny." His friend said sliding his foreskin over his dripping glans.
Johnny stepped up to Mike's rump. "Don't nobody tell the wife, your guys." Mike braced himself for a jolt, but Johnny was real gentle. He swizzled his cock head around the warm fleshy hole and then poked just the prick in and out. "Hot damn, Nigger Mike," Johnny sighed. "You're nice and tight still." He pulled his prick out and spread the hole wide. Mike's pucker shined pink and pulsated, ready for the white head that slipped in again, this time deeper. Mike reached around and pulled his fucker closer. Johnny slid full length into the waiting hole and leaned over Mike's back.
"You like that, don't you, Mike?" He whispered.
"Yes, Sir, Mister Johnny. Give me your cum and you make this nigger real happy."
"I might want to shoot in your mouth, Mikey."
"Anywhere you want, Mister Johnny. Just give me your ball juice."
Johnny pumped Mike's ass just s few long, deep strokes before saying, "Shit, shiiiit..." and then pulled out quickly and grabbed the slave's head. Mike opened his mouth quickly, stuck out his tongue and waited. Two seconds later his tongue was covered in thick white cream as Johnny shot the back of his throat leaving a trail of cum on the waiting tongue. "Yeah, baba. Drink it, drink it. Keep your mouth open though. It's gonna come for a while." And it did.
Thick ropes kept hitting the back of Mike's throat. He had to swallow a few times but did it with his tongue out, now covered with a thick coating of sperm. "That's it, Mikey," Johnny encouraged, holding the negro's head back with one hand as he held his glans at the tip of the pink tongue. "I love watching my cum shoot into a hungry, happy mouth. You like that, don't you, Nigga?"
Mike looked up and smiled. Then he covered the glans with his soft ripe lips. "Not yet, Mikey. I ain't done." Mike opened his mouth again. "That's it. I like seeing the whole load fill your mouth. Oh, baba likes it. I know he does." Mike massaged the heavy, fuzzy testicles as they shot yet another mouthful of juice. Johnny squeezed himself from stem to tip. "I think that's it. Now you can have it all." He then slowly throated the negro with eight inches of fine white meat. After a slight gag Mike grabbed Johnny's ass cheeks and held him tight to his face as he shook his head like a puppy pulling on a rag.
"Come on, Pete." Johnny said. "Fuck this nigger while I gag him. That's what he wants." His cock slid from prick to stump in and out of Mike's throat as Pete stepped up sporting a long, dripping cock. Without even unbuckling his pants he shoved his wet prick into Mike's hole. Mike felt a warm thickness fill his anus and then the leather pants and metal buckle press against his ass cheeks as Pete fumbled in his pocket for a dollar.
While all this was going on Jackson, the owner of the Hoedown kept filling Tom's whiskey glass to keep him happy so all his other customers could have a go at the willing negro. As Tom got drunk Mike got his ass filled with cum until it was dripping off his big shiny black balls and oozing down his legs. "I think I got to go home now." Tom finally said. "I don't feel too good."
Mike got dressed quickly as a newcomer said, "Hey, don't I get a turn at that nigger ass."
"I real sorry, Mister, Sir, but my master he want to go home, and I got to help him."
"We can come back tomorrow," Tom slurred. "Make everyone happy. Take me home, Mikey. I feel sick." Half way home Tom vomited.
"That right, Master. Get all the poison out." Mike carried Tom to the hotel and made him drink three glasses of water before putting him in bed. The hotel mistress had put a stack of blankets at the foot of Tom's bed for Mike to sleep on, and when he began arranging them to make himself a sleeping nest Tom said, "No, Mikey. You get in bed with me. There's plenty of room. Just lock the door so no one comes in and sees us."
"Master? You sure?"
"I'm not that drunk anymore. You can't sleep on the floor. It's too cold. Get in here and curl up in front of me. You'll make me nice and warm. Come on, now."
"I got to let some of the jizzum out of my ass and wash myself, Master, or I make the bed a mess."
Tom laughed."I don't doubt it. You made yourself eleven dollars tonight, so, clean your ass, and come to bed now."
"Yes, Master."
Tom was half asleep when Mike crept under the covers. He pulled the slave into his belly and sniffed him. "You smell like cum, Mikey."
"Sorry, Master."
"No, You smell good, but your ass is ice cold."
"Well, ain't nobody brought no hot water, and I wan't going to make a bunch of noise in the kitchen just to wash my ass, Master."
"Come here. I'll warm your ass." Tom pulled him close. Mikey snuggled his hard buttocks against Tom's cock and balls and began rocking his ass against his master, humming an old negro evening song. As Tom's cock began to respond Mike reached behind and stroked the long, thick shaft.
"Oh, yeah," Mike spoke to the cock as he squeezed it. "Come on, baby. Get hard for your Mikey. He want you up his ass real bad." With plenty of spit Mike slid the glans over his floppy pucker. It didn't have to be too hard to go in, he was so loose, and in a second Tom slipped into his negro, and Mike pushed back until the whole nine inches warmed his bowel.
Mike began rocking his hips ever so slowly. He hummed his nighttime song to the back and forth rhythm, adding words when he thought of them. "Mikey like his master cock. Hmmm, mmm. Tommy fuck his Mikey good. Hmm, mmm. Ohhh, yeeah, Tommy make his Mikey feel so happy. Happy, happy sleepy now." Mike rocked until he felt Tom's erection fade and heard him say, "I miss you, Mike," before he started snoring. Then he rocked himself to sleep.
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