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Part 6 Eric Takes The Tribe
Rufus climbed up onto the driver?s seat of the carriage, loosened his pants and drove Eric, Dongo and Sam into town. Sammy sat on the driver's bench and sucked on Rufus until they got off the plantation onto the local road. At the bank Eric was told a slave could not use his account, which Eric wanted so that Dongo could properly run the plantation. "Fine, then," Eric said to the bank manager and went immediately to the courthouse where he signed all the papers, got a copy for Dongo and presented them to him as a free man. The other three stood in silent awe. In just an hour Dongo had been freed.
No longer a slave Dongo put the papers into his shirt and embraced Eric. "Now let's get you some proper clothes and go back to the bank." At the tailor shop Dongo stood to be measured for pants and shirts. As the overweight tailor crouched with difficulty before him Eric said, "You're going to have to cut the trousers a little looser than normal on the left to accommodate all that meat."
"Perhaps the underwear should be a little longer too," the middle aged tailor said. "How long is it actually?"
"Drop your pants, Dongo." Eric said. Dongo grinned at Eric and lifted his shirt over his nipples to expose an exquisite rippled stomach. The tailor's gasp was just audible as he fell onto his knee. Then Dongo untied the string and let his pants fall to the floor. As the tailor panted and measured his penis with trembling fingers Eric said, "And it tastes as sweet as it looks in case you want just a few drops of my man here. I save the fountain for myself, usually."
Without ever taking his eyes off the beautiful organ the tailor slurped the long, thick, brown shaft, still soft and silky, into his mouth with his tongue. As he sucked sloppily and stroked quickly with one hand Dongo asked, "Can you throat it, white boy?"
The tailor spat the thickening organ out and stood. "I ain't your white boy, Nigger."
"No, you're a hungry sucker who likes giant, negro meat, and I'm a free man, Sir, so get back on your knees and get your white mouth back on my fat shaft if you want it."
The tailor slapped Dongo who immediately became enraged. "Come, everyone," Eric said at once. "There's another tailor in town. "Please forgive us for wasting your time, Mr. Slop." Eric bowed and left the shop. The three negroes followed his example, bowed and followed him out.
"You teaching me a lot, Master, about how to handle white folk, and myself too."
"No sense getting ourselves in trouble in a strange place just to prove we're better than they are. We know that already." Dongo put his arm over Eric's shoulder for all the passersby to see. Some stared, but no one said a word; it looked so natural. Eric looked up at his former slave. "And no sense getting yourself lynched just because you're free now. I didn't do it to lose you." "Don't worry, Mr. Eric. You're going to have my hungry negro man hole and my big dick all your life if you want it."
The other tailor was polite and professional. When Dongo stripped he said matter-of-factly, "We'll have to give him a few extra inches on the underpants and a bit more room to grow in the trousers. Wouldn't want him embarrassing himself sitting in a bumpy coach across from a pretty lady, would we now?"
Back at the bank Eric presented Dongo's free papers and had his name put on the plantation's account. "He can take everything out now if he wants. You know that, Mr. Weston?" The bank manager said.
"I trust this man with my life, Mr. Dopler, and that's worth more to me than the whole plantation and all the money on your bank. But thank you for the warning."
On the bumpy carriage ride through town Eric sat with his hand on Dongo's thigh, lazily stroking his half erection until pre cum showed through the thin cotton fabric. When their eyes met they both grinned, and Eric grabbed Dongo's hair at the back of his head, pulling his neck back, something he did when he wanted to kiss his throat. Instead, when he saw people looking, he pushed the head away in a gesture of domination. "Oh, Master, I didn't mean nothing." Dongo said too loudly and buried his face against his master's thigh, pushing deep and biting the root of the erection that strained against the trousers.
After turning onto the plantation road Eric decided to test their new relationship. He untied the string that held the thin cotton pants, reached inside and squeezed Dongo's pulpy organ, smearing pre cum over the smooth glans. "You can go into town and pick up your new clothes next week." He smiled. "But for now, drop your pants, Boy."
"We ain't clear out of town yet, Mr. Eric. Someone might drive by."
Eric laughed. "Then they'll see the finest negro sex organ this side of the Mississippi. Now, drop your pants, Boy, I said."
"Yes, master. You gonna keep my man hole happy, ain't ya, white boy?" Dongo lifted off the coach seat just enough to slide his pants down and let them drop to his ankles. Sam squatted between his feet and picked them up, folded them and laid them on the seat. "You going to suck it right here in front of god and everyone, or let this little pickaninny do it?"
"Neither, just yet." Eric stroked the beautiful coffee brown organ, smearing its pre cum around its purple head and watching it glisten in the golden sunlight of evening. "You are the most glorious creature I've ever had."
"Had, and set free." Dongo reaffirmed his status.
"I meant, 'had' in bed, you dumb nigger." As they spoke Eric noticed Rufus sat too quiet on the driver's seat. He stood up, turned and sat next to him facing backwards. Then he noticed the tears running down his cheeks. "What is it, Rufus?" Eric took his hanky from his trousers and wiped the fine brown face.
"If it hadn't been for Mr. Dongo, Master, it a been me you freed."
"No." Eric tried tried to soothe the unhappy man.
"I can read too, Master."
"Do you know numbers?"
"Not as good as Dongo, but I know horses a lot better."
"And you're the best stable boy, stable man, anyone could ever have. You can't run the plantation like him, or you'd have been doing it."
"It's cuz you like fucking him better too."
"Rufus, I feel something for Dongo I've never felt before, for anyone, and I think he feels it too." Eric reached inside the front of Rufus' loose pants that hung between his thighs and stroked his flaccid penis. It did not get hard. "And besides, a year from now, you'll be free too. All of you, but I have to break the ice slowly, and Dongo needed his papers to run things."
"You going to free everyone, Master?"
"As soon as I have a place for you all up north, for as many of you who want to go, but if I free you now, what will you do? Work for someone else down here like a slave? There's nothing else you can do." As he spoke he continued to stroke Rufus' fine chocolate penis that stayed soft. When they turned onto the plantation's road he leaned down and sucked his carriage driver, pushing his pants down to his knees.
"You really going to make me a free man, Master?"
"If I can get this nice black cock hard I will." Eric continued sucking.
"I know how to get this nigger hard." Dongo said and pulled Rufus backward by the hips so fast that if Eric hadn't lifted his huge low hangers the chocolate testicles would've got caught between the seat and Rufus' thighs. Jiggling now on the red leather like two jellied eggs Eric slurped the tasty meat balls into his mouth as Dongo said to Sam, "Get the oil out of the master's pack and grease up my shaft, boy," as he spat into his hand and fingered Rufus' anus that now hung over the back side of the driver's seat.
Rufus groaned and slowed the horses to a walk as Eric now sucked his growing organ, and Dongo spread his ass cheeks and stuck both thumbs into the mushy manhole. Pulling the pucker open caused Rufus to moan, "Mother of Mary Jesus, Dongo. You always did know how to get my ass ready for your monster, you big fuck machine." His head lolled back until Dongo shoved his prick head into the waiting brother's anus. Rufus' eyes popped open and he howled, Whoa, baby. Give yo nigger n´minute to take it."
Dongo laughed and pumped his dripping cock head in and out as Dongo braced his feet under the front edge of the floor board to lift off the seat a little so Dongo could spread his cheeks farther apart and dig in deeper. "That's how you liked your baby boy pussy taken since I can remember my daddy pumping you full of juice as soon as you were old enough to walk up and ask for it."
"But he wasn't as big as you, Prince Dongo."
"But now your pussy's had years to loosen up and you still love being take hard and fast, don't you, Ruffy boy?"
"Yes, Mister Dongo. Fuck me like you used to. I always been a good servant to my king."
Dongo shoved his twelve plus inches of fist thick meat into his best boyhood fuck hole, satisfying the man like no one except Eric had ever done. "Shit, yeah," Dongo whispered into the slave's ear as he spread his feet and held himself against the sides of the carriage so he could get low enough to really drive into the floppy hole. Eric sucked deep onto Rufus' shining hard cock until the poor negro began shaking and twitching.
"Oh, god. Oh, goddam, Master. You gonna get a nice load of thick nigger juice if you don't stop that sucking. Oh, shit," he whimpered as Dongo jabbed wildly into his loose hole. "Ohhh, sheeeeeeeeiiit, yeeeeeaah. Baby Jesus, the juice gotta flow." He held Eric's head tight and pushed his master's mouth right down in his pubic hair. Eric gagged for a second and then felt bliss, the flow of wave after wave of hot, thick negro sperm coarse through the hard meat tube and flood down his throat. He grabbed the big brown balls, now strung tight at the base of the shooting shaft and squeezed them gently with his warm hand, trying to pump more juice into his belly.
When he finally stopped shooting the horses had pulled to a stop in front of the big house, and Rufus wobbled for a minute before catching his breath, then he gasped as Dongo pulled his monster cock out of the battered anus, which felt so empty now. Dongo fell back onto the rear seat, and Sammy immediately got between his legs and started licking. From the ball sack up to the prick's tip his soft tongue lapped the silken, shining shaft. The young boy sighed in delight working over the slicked meat. Eric sat up and burped up semen, then looked at Rufus who smiled so full of love that Eric pulled his thick, ripe lips to his and kissed his negro slave. When Rufus' eyes filled with tears again Eric said, "Please, Rufus, don't."
"Oh, Master. I so happy. You the best master in all this state. In all the world I bet." His eyes were so full of love that Eric kissed him again and slid back onto the seat next to Dongo. Sammy couldn't decide what to suck next. In heaven between a humongous black boa snake cock and an equally thick if a bit shorter white beauty he held them both, his mouth popping from one to the other as the whole house staff came running out to greet them, Nelly buttoning up the back of her dress, and Mobu holding his erection as it went down.
Raphael hobbled up last on his crutches and looked at Sammy. "What you doing, boy?" He asked his little friend.
"Oh, Raffy, look. The Master and Mr. Dongo got such nice cocks. There's enough for both of us. Come on up here and have some."
Raphael looked sheepishly at Eric who said, "Well, get on up here like your little baby says. Your cast comes off in a week, you can start getting a little more exercise now." Raphael climbed onto the carriage floor and he and Sammy shared the two cock happily. One black, one white, and they popped them back and forth from one mouth to the other, licking up the shafts and swirling their tongues around the heads.
Everyone stood around and watched the scene in the coach. Eric noticed the pants of Jeb, Mobu and Bird start to tent out, Sara, Nelly and Pearl began rubbing between their legs. Only Bird looked sad. "Birdy?" Dongo said to his youngest son. "You stop looking so miserable. Right now."
"I want you too, Daddy." Bird whined.
"Old Rufus here ain't had no boy juice in a long time, and he just come a wallop down the master's throat, so you get him down on all fours and get your pretty big cock up his ass and give him a load. You almost as big as the master now."
"Can he, Mr. Dongo?" Rufus asked. "I'd like that a lot. Master?"
"Mr. Dongo?" Jeb said.
"That's right," Rufus answered. The Master freed Mr. Dongo today so we all got to call him Mister Dongo now and celebrate." And with that Rufus got on all fours, naked, on the grass in front of the house, his ass ready, open and pulsating for the boy meat that was promised him.
Mobu ran over to his father, climbed the step of the carriage and embraced him, tears in his eyes, then he pushed Sam away from the throbbing erection and throated his father, something he had learned as a boy. Afterwards he kissed his father's lips and went around to Eric where he kissed his hand. Eric took his cock out of Raphael's mouth and offered it to Mobu who immediately slid it down his throat.
After a long throating he burst up for air and then began the slow ritual of organ worship, tonguing the shaft from testicles to prick head, his full, soft lips caressed the lobes of the glans, his mouth warmed the meaty balls, he rubbed the dripping juice over his face, lips and tongue always keeping Eric wet and slippery. When he kissed the glans as if it were a lover Eric pulled his face up and kissed the boys lips.
"My beautiful Mobu, your mouth smells like Nelly's pussy, and she is rubbing herself.? Eric turned. ?Nelly!" He called the girl over. "Get down next to Rufus and lift your dress. We must celebrate." And then to Mobu, "Fuck her, my hefty little stud, but don't come until I have emptied myself in your anus."
When Mobu looked frightened his father said, "He will be not more difficult than me, my big man Mobu, and you need to be taught to respect your master, my son." And then to Eric, "Fuck him, my treasure. Fuck my son until he howls for more, and if he does not, fuck him again and again, every day, until he learns his place."
It was the first time either of his sons had heard Dongo call Eric 'my treasure'. With those words they knew how their father felt about the white man. "I will obey the master as I obey you, father." Mobu bowed to his lord father and then to his master, and then he kissed again the giant white penis and invited the Master to kneel on the grass and fuck him.
"When you are in Nelly's pussy, big stud Mobu." Eric said. "Then we will see how hard you can remain when I stretch your big boy pucker."
"I am a man." Mobu defied his master's word.
"Bring blankets to kneel on." Eric commanded. Pearl and Sara ran into the house and returned with thick wool rugs that they spread on the grass. Then he said to Mobu, "You are a man when you are fucking little Nelly with this." He grabbed hold of Mobu's thick and smooth meat rod that was now swollen and dripping, but not when you are being fucked by this." He pushed Mobu onto his knees and shoved his half hard giant cock into the boy's mouth again.
Mobu took the white shaft as before, reverently licking the swollen glans, milking the pre-cum and stringing it against his tongue playfully as if it were the precious juice of his father. When Nelly was in her knees next to Rufus Eric turned Mobu to her and lifted her dress, exposing her ass crack and the few stands of hair between her legs. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass, girl?"
"Yes, Master." Nelly giggled embarassed and sat back on her heels.
"By whom?"
"Your uncle first, Master, while his friend Mr. Jonston was in my front pussy. They did me regular together, Master."
"And did you like it?" Eric grinned. Nelly grinned back. "And then?" Eric asked curiously.
"And with some of the other white men your uncle had come calling when your aunt was with Dongo or Jeb or Rufus and the stallion. The ones who liked feeling another penis rub against their own inside me; they said anyway. The last time was Mobu and Bird together. They switched around a few times, and then I think both were in the front and then in back at the same time. They brothers and like to do things together, and I like it too because I like Mobu in me, Master. Him and me, well, I think we gonna have a baby together, Master."
Eric spat into his hand and slid two fingers into the girl's anus. She flinched for only a second before pushing back and opening her ass blossom like a ripe fig. He then removed his fingers and put them in Mobu's mouth. The boy licked them dutifully. "Take her as you like," Eric said to the waiting youth.
Mobu spat into his hand, smeared his cock with his pre-cum and wet his shaft in Nelly's vagina. Then he pulled out and swizzled the glans over her ass pucker. When she pushed back to him he popped the head in. The girl sighed and let her head fall, dancing her ass in circles over the swollen glans. Again the cock head found her pussy and plunged deep, wetting the shaft, and again the head popped into the anus. Back and forth the ritual went until Mobu was deep in the slave girl's wide opened ass pucker, and Nelly rotated her hips in what looked like a centuries old anal passion play.
Eric oiled his shaft as he watched the two, and once Mobu was buried deep in the girl's anus he popped his apple glans into the boys pucker. Mobu gasped, fell over Nelly and trembled. Then he fiercely pushed back over the shaft, forcing his anus open. "Just a minute, Master. Please, just a second," he begged. Eric withdrew, but Mobu held the glans to his swollen ass flower, swiping it up and down, loosening himself for the stump that would have him, and then he backed onto the giant head again. This time it went in more easily, and the boy sat up and began rocking back and forth, sliding his cock into the girl's loose anus as he backed out to be impaled on the giant white shaft up his ass.
By now a small crowd of negro slaves had gathered on the front lawn to watch the celebration. Rufus on his elbows and knees being pumped by Bird's huge cock, Nelly next to him being slammed my Mobu with the master behind him slowly opening his ass. Dongo stood up in the coach and said to the two boys sucking him, "Sammy, Raphael here likes you best up his ass so get him down on the blanket next to the master and get that big bugger of your up his ass."
"Yes, Sir, Mr. Dongo," Sammy grinned and jumped off the carriage. Raffy followed, dropped his pants and got on all fours next to Nelly.
"And you, Jeb. You want to do your Sara? Or take Pearl here?"
Mr. Dongo, Sir?" Pearl implored. "I got a fine boy, Abel who does me real good from time to time, if it's OK?"
"Then go get the boy, you silly ninny." Dongo surveyed the line of pumping asses, knelt next to his Eric and stroked the smooth ass cheeks as Pearl returned with a fine looking youth from another tribe; darker, thinner, more muscular with a wasp waist and a very pronounced ass. His sex organ hung down over lemon sized testicles at least seven inches soft and jet black. As the boy watched the scene his sex began to stiffen. Long and thin it was not as thick as a hitching post but was a good fourteen inches long and had the look of a branch covered in thick soot.
Pearl took it in both hands and sucked the head easily into her mouth. Six hands could easily have gone around the shaft, and Pearl was happy sliding the long foreskin up and down the snaking pole. Then she got on all fours and made Abel kneel behind her gliding the organ's tip into her dripping pussy. Now the circle of men, with a few women behind them, chanted, slapped hands, rubbing crotches, encouraging the group to orgasm. That got Sara so excited she ripped off her man's pants and sucked him hard, then got in line and pulled up her dress. "Come on, Juice Boy. Give me some nigga meat." Jeb immediately got down behind her and entered her slit, pumping his bitch happy as a pig in mud.
Dongo stood up and surveyed the line. His little son Bird slow fucked Rufus who rested his head on the rug, his legs spread wide for the small boy to reach his bung hole. Next to them Nelly squirmed her hips around Mobu who pumped deep and hard, backing onto Eric's giant shaft every time he withdrew form his Nelly. Raphael knelt next to her groaning blissfully as Sammy pumped him fast and furious, giggling at the crowd that had gathered to watch. Next to them Pearl was being hard driven by the new boy, Abel who slammed her until she screamed, unable to take more than two thirds of his fifteen inches. At the end Jeb pumped his Sara like he always did, deep and slow, giving her most of the pleasure.
Dongo knelt next to the new boy Abel and greased up his ass cheeks until the melons shone like polished ebony in the evening light. Then he pulled the ass cheeks apart and examined the anus, tight and small purple blue creases without a single imperfection. Dongo greased up his hand and slid his middle finger deep into the hole. Abel gasped, turned to strike Dongo, but Dongo was quicker. He grabbed the boy's fist and twisted his arm behind his back. With his other hand he pulled the head back by the hair. "You got a problem, Boy?" He growled.
"I ain't ever had that before, Sir. I come from the East lake and we don't do that in my village. I ain't never had a finger up my hole." "Then you're a virgin, are you?" When the boy nodded Dongo slapped him. "Well, you ain't in your village anymore, boy. And here you do as you're told. How old are you?"
"Eighteen, Mr. Dongo."
Dongo grabbed the boy's face, digging his fingers and thumb into his cheeks. "Then you're old enough to take the master, me and anybody else I say, up the ass, Boy. So you just lie over Pearl here and concentrate on digging that long snake into her until it comes out her mouth while the rest of us stretch your baby ass."
"I ain't no baby." Abel protested violently.
Dongo slapped him so hard on the ass cheek that the black flesh turned red like a piece of iron coming out of a furnace. Then he shoved two finger up the boy's tight ass hole. Abel howled, but Dongo continued pumping his two huge fingers in and out, softening up the tight pucker until Able lay over Pearl panting and trembling, his erection all but gone. Dongo felt under the boy, grabbed the long meat hose and stroked it lovingly. "Come on, baby, get your mind on that girl pussy." He pumped the half hard shaft into the spread pussy slit and swizzled it around. When Abel did not respond Dongo ran his middle finger alone around the tight anal ring saying, "Well, I guess he?s about as ready as he'll ever be. You might as well take his cherry right now, Mr. Eric."
Eric dripped like crazy when he pulled out of Mobu ass and knelt behind the boy, squeezed his cock to produce a flow of pre-cum and smeared his cock head over the closed anus. When he poked his huge head inside, the boy screamed and shook as if struck by lightening. "I can't, Dongo. He's not ready and doesn't like it."
"Then let me do it for you." Dongo sounded impatient.
"No, you'll hurt him." Eric commanded. "Let them go."
"Get out of my sight," Dongo growled at the boy and knelt behind his Mobu. Abel took Pearl's hand the the two ran off towards the slave quarters, and the fuck party continued. As Dongo entered his son's hole made, loose now by Eric's slow fucking, the boy turned. In the langurage of their tribe he said, "I love you father. Fuck me whenever you want. You honor me."
Dongo rapid rammed his son's ass like he had never done. Inside Nelly's slit, Mobu fell over her, helpless, then found his rhythm, and the three humped, arched and pumped in a unison that reminded Eric of some ancient rite of manhood. Each moved to please the other and be pleased in return. In the middle Mobu let out a ecstatic groan as if the huge organ up his ass pushed through him into Nelly. Faster and faster the sexing progressed. Faster and faster the clapping of the crowd resonated until Dongo roared. His orgasm shook his son to the core. The giant organ exploded deep inside him, and he shuddered with a primal urge he had never felt before. His anus reacted to the rhythmic swelling and clutched the pulsating shaft, deep inside his body massaged the glans as it deposited paternal seed into his inner most sanctuary.
When Dongo finished shooting he heaved a long, satisfied sigh and pulled slowly out of the ravaged ass hole. As he did his son's ass still sucked and milked the huge organ. Once out Dongo said, "My little treasure, come, seed my son. You will please him."
"Yes, Master," Mobu said. "I want your seed mixed with father's."
"Mobu!" Bird whined. "Master can seed me. You already had father."
"Quiet, little one," Dongo said to his youngest son. "You have had much seed. Your brother has had nothing in many months. He needs the strength."
Eric slipped easily into the soft ass, swollen and ripe with the juice of its father. Mobu let out a sigh of total submission and rotated his hips in circles to please his master. Eric's steady pumping pushed Mobu hard against Nelly's clit, and soon she shuddered and drooled in orgasm. Eric then held Mobu by the hips and pumped him wild trying to come again until he caught sight of one of the field hands clapping and stroking a fine, thick cock. "Come here," he said to the muscular young slave. The smooth man moved close to his master. "Give me your cock," Eric commanded.
The boy approached unsure until Eric pulled him close and sucked the dripping organ into his mouth. "Master, Sir, what you doing?" the youth said. "You want my juice?" Eric pumped Mobu's ass, sucked the young man and mumbled, "Hmm, yes. Come, you pretty nigger. Come in my mouth." With those words the slave held his master's head and began throating him. "Yeah, nigger boy, come. Come."
It took the youth only a minute. So excited being sucked off by his white master he shot a fountain in no time. "Mmm, mmm, Yeah," Eric encouraged him. As the sperm flowed he massaged the fuzzy young testicles and stroked the shaft, milking the negro sap into his mouth. When the boy was finished shooting Eric looked around.
Thirty or forty men and boys had gathered in a ring around the group on the rug.They clapped and stroked their erections either through their pants or through opened loin clothes, most chanted the sound of orgasm of Dongo's kingdom. "You," Eric said to a light brown man jacking a long, thin erection that dripped already. The forty year old came closer, grunting and taking a small step with each stroke of his cock that he never took his eyes off of. With each step his hips rocked, pushing his glans through the ring of thumb and fingers. In front of Eric his mouth puckered and he let out a long breathy, Ohhhhh," as he swabbed Eric's lips with his pre-cum.
"And you," Dongo said to another of his tribesmen who knew the ritual. A tall, muscular youth approached sporting a thick cock. "Fuck the master." When the boy looked scared Dongo repeated, "Kneel behind him and fuck his ass." The youth obeyed. Eric moaned his delight at having a long cock in his mouth and a thick shaft up his ass. Together the two pumped the white master, and again their excitement at fucking a white man made them come in minutes.
Another two from the chanting crowd were chosen by Dongo to fill the master, and again they came quickly. Eric lost consciousness of the fact that he was fucking Mobu, his ass and mouth were filled again and then again, until everyone in the clapping circle had spent their seed in the master's orifices. When the last had squirted Eric's mouth with a sweet load of cum he crumpled to the ground, lying on his side. Dongo then came to him and slapped both ass cheeks hard. The clap echoed through the trees and closed Eric's anus. Helpless on the sheep skin rug he writhed and moaned, waiting for someone's aid. Dongo scooped him into his arms and carried him to the house. The entire crowd watched amazed as the naked, giant king carried his treasure into the big house. The ritual was over, and the delicate master had survived the trial of kings.
On the way to the house Eric rubbed his cheek against Dongo's broad, hard pectoral muscle. "My king, have I shamed you?"
"No, little one. You are a born god now. But you must rest. You have much to absorb. You carry many men's seed in your body and with it the strength of our ancestors, and of other tribes too, and the history of many lives. There were many who spent themselves in you and fed you their potency and the soul that squirts out with their seed. Be quiet now and sleep, my treasure. You will awaken a big man among them." Dongo held Eric's head so he could suck the black nipple. As Eric sucked his king he continued, "And next time you will honor me in front of them all, and not fuck my son, but me. Am I not worthy of you?"
With great effort Eric pulled his face up to Dongo's. "My Dongo, you are what makes me what I am. Without you I am nothing here but a stupid white man. I love you more than anyone in the world."
"You did not have to say that, little one."
"I wanted to." Eric went back to sucking the black nipple.
In the bedroom Dongo laid the exhausted man on his bed. "And do you expect me to say, I love you?"
"Only if you want to." On the verge of fainting Eric buried his face in a pillow.
Dongo scooped him up like a baby onto his chest and belly and rocked him. "Little one, you are my treasure. You are the only treasure I possess. I would give my life to keep you safe. Without you I would die."
"Don't say that."
"Little, beautiful one. I would slowly die from the inside, and then the outside would die with me. Do you not understand me?" Dongo laid his treasure on the bed, instructed his son Bird who had followed them to suck his father hard. Once hard enough to penetrate the master's loose anus Dongo inserted his cock into the loose hole of his treasure who lay curled on his side in front of him. "Sleep little one, and I will plug you for the night. You will be strong tomorrow, with much power over our people."
Dongo usually woke at dawn, but this morning he rose an hour later. Eric, who usually stirred when Dongo rose, woke at ten and cried out, "Dongo. Where are you? Dongo!?
Bird, asleep at the foot of his master's bed scurried out the door searching for his father. In a few minutes Dongo bolted up the stairs, hitting every third tred. "What is it? Eric? What is wrong?"
Eric sighed a long breath of relief and smiled. "I usually wake when you get out of bed. I thought you left angry or..."
Dongo smiled, sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his treasure's organ that had swollen slightly with a full bladder. "It is time to rise and greet the new day. The men are anxious to see their new master."
"What are you talking about? What new master?`What has happened?"
"You have become more than a slave master; you have become the tribe's wise one."
"But you are their king."
"And you are their shamabu, the one they will come to for advice, for sex and power over their women. Be happy; they will all desire your beautiful organ, and above all your seed is precious now, carrying the strength and wisdom of the tribe. And the other tribesmen will follow you because we are the powerful ones. I will have to fight for you now." He laughed.
"I will not allow anyone to fight you for my favor. You will always be number one. Assemble all the men immediately."
"Little one, it is ten o'clock, They are all working."
"Is it so late? Then at the lunch break. And now that is is getting hot I think everyone should have a longer midday break. It is too hot to work in the midday sun, and once I've pissed I'll be to hot to resist you. Drop your pants." Dongo did as he was commanded. "Hmmm, the taste of healthy sweat on huge black balls," Eric licked and sighed as Dongo got hard.
"Go piss, little one, and I will fuck some life into you."
"I might want to fuck you, you big sexy nigger."
"Not this morning, my little cocky one. I feel like seeding you myself after everyone else on the farm did last night. Your ass is mine. Now go piss and come back with a hard on and a hungry mouth, and you can lick the sweat off more than my balls."
"As you wish, my Dongo." Eric smiled and went to the chamber pot. When he returned he straddled Dongo who lay on his back in the middle of the bed.
As Dongo swizzled his cock head over the oiled anus Jeb entered the room. "Pardon me, Master, Mr. Dongo. But Pearl is gone, and Abel too."
"Run away?" Dongo sat up.
"I think so, Dongo."
"Puppy, we got to get up." Dongo lifted Eric off his cock.
"Let them go." Eric said with finality. "If they want to go, let them go."
"Master," Dongo said. "You don't understand. Anything could happen. They could get caught, whipped, castrated, sold, shot, anything. We got to find them." By now Dongo erection had faded and he was dressing. "Get Rufus to saddle up two horses, Jeb. We going into town."
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