THIS TIME AROUND EVERYTHING WAS REVERSED
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part 5
When they saw what they'd done to me - or, rather, when they heard about how they'd done it to me, most of the other slaves were really sympathetic. A whole lot were cut as I now was, of course, so it was the savage way they'd done it to me that elicited their good wishes. To tell you the truth, before that a lot of the slaves had been really rather envious of me, having the opportunity to stud like that (although they didn't know about the need to take the dicks of my owner's guests!); but most of the now agreed that they'd rather me than them that had had to go through it - I think we'd mostly forgotten the pain of branding, as that was far worse than the hurt from my 'skinning. Still, it did mean two weeks off from studding, and two weeks off from being fucked, therefore, as my owner wanted me to heal properly and the scabs to fall away from the cut.
I think it was a new low-point in my life as a slave: when I'd first arrived they'd stripped me, collared me, and branded me. Then when I became a stud they'd shaved off my ass hair and started to fuck me. All of these things had told me that I was no longer a man, but an object, an owned thing, that my owner could do with as he wished. But now having my 'skin cut off just because my owner thought it "fashionable" as I "looked better" for his guests was yet another example of the way in which I was no longer a real man with any choices about my life. It was even worse for me than it must have been for those black slaves long ago - I knew they were frequently collared and kept naked, and often branded. But you didn't hear of white owners 'skinning them, did you?
When Zak was twelve he had his first wet dream! I woke up to find my belly covered in cum, and initially I thought it was my own - but there was so much of it, and I wasn't now producing all that much as you probably all know how the volume goes down as you get older.
He woke up as I was wiping it away off my body, and felt the slimy wetness all over me, and wondered what had happened. Obviously he knew about cum, as in our slave barn it was impossible to avoid seeing guy's jerking off and so on; and like all boys, Zak had erections, even though there was "nothing there" then.
But now he put two and two together, and realised what must have happened. It was the middle of the night, and he wanted me to tell him all about it, but I was worried that we both needed our sleep, and told him to shut up.
All the next day as I toiled away I was worried about what I was going to tell Zak - I mean, I'd not thought about how to tell a kid about the "birds and the bees"! I know it's a problem for a lot of fathers and so they just let the schools do the job, or they know their sons are going to read all about it in magazines or on the internet - but none of this was available to me. So I had to lie there with Zak next to me and try to tell him about sex - about jerking off, and then about fucking. Zak was absolutely astonished when I told him about the way a guy's penis was used in a women to make babies, and at first he thought I was joking. Well, I suppose that's natural, really, as so far he'd only seen guy's enjoying each other.
"So you have to do this thing with women, Steve?"
"Yes, Zak."
"But why don't they use all the slaves here for that?"
"Well, Zak, it's because our owner wants there to be a lot of new slaves who're basically like me - big and strong and tall.... And the pups tend to have a lot of the characteristics of both the bitches and the sires."
"So don't you fuck men, Steve?"
"Oh sure - fucking the women is part of my job as a slave. But going with one of the guys here is for fun..."
"So can we fuck now, Steve, now that I'm ready? Will you fuck me?"
"No, Zak! Of course not."
"But Steve, why not? I know you go off and fuck the other guys here before we go to sleep sometimes.... I thought you liked me, Steve..."
"Of course I do! But... Well.... Well it's just not done, for a man to fuck a kid."
"But I want you to do it, Steve."
"You may think that, Zak, but it's because you know I look after you, take care of you, stop the other guys using you.... Even though you don't think of it that way, you're grateful to me, and so deep down you're trying to please me..."
"No, Steve! I want you..."
"Hear me out, Zak! Kids of your age do get fooled by their brains into thinking they want older guys, so men have this idea of protecting the kids until they're old enough to have what we call 'informed consent'. There's a point at which we judge kids old enough to really know what they want to do, and then they can go off and fuck with whoever they like. And until then, they're protected."
"By who, Steve? Who decides what I can do?"
"Well, it's the law - or I should say 'it was the law' where I came from. Here it's a bit different, as our owner decides everything. But here in the slave barn 'the law' is what you can enforce yourself, and I've let it be known that I think this is a good idea, and that any guy who tries to fuck one of you young ones is going to get beaten up, by me!"
"And you won't even jerk me off?"
"No. As I said, there'll be no sex with other guys for you until you're old enough - that's when you're sixteen, and you're only twelve now, I think."
"But Steve, that's so unfair. I can shoot cum, I'm getting hair on my balls just like a real man..."
"No, Zak, and that's final!"
"So what do kids do until they're sixteen?"
"Well.... You know.... You've seen guys here playing with each other- that's called jerking off. Well you do that to yourself."
"Oh, like you do sometimes before I come to sleep with you, and you think I can't see you?"
I started to blush - this was so fucking embarrassing!
The kid even knew I jerked off secretly, as well as having some of the other slaves sometimes. "Yes..."
"Do all kids jerk themselves off, Steve?"
"Yes... But not girls, of course. They don't have dicks."
"So I've got to play with myself until I'm sixteen. Can we fuck then, Steve?"
Look, this wasn't going at all the way I thought these kind of discussions usually went, and so I kind of mumbled "Well, we'll have to see... You might not like me by then...". And then I turned him over so his back was to me and pulled him close as I usually did, so he knew it was time for sleep.
I should have known, I suppose, that as a maturing adult Zak wouldn't let the thing rest there, though. One night shortly after this as we lay down to sleep he seemed to be smiling a lot, and had that self-satisfied look on is face that tells you that a guy has had great sex. I was especially suspicious when he didn't seem to have an erection just before going to sleep, and I shook him gently to make sure he was awake, then trying to be as stern as I could, I tackled him about it. "Zak, you remember what I said about sex! Who have you been with? I want to know, as he's got to be taught that he can't mess with you... You know what I said..."
"Steve, you said I wasn't to have sex with the proper slaves, like you. So I didn't. It was just another pup like me, Jimmy.... We only jerked each other off..."
Well, what was I to do? I lay there worrying - I could hardly go and beat up this Jimmy kid, could I? And, after all, back in the USA there were probably millions of teenage boys just having a bit of a mutual jerk-off with their buddies. It hardly seemed fair to punish Zak for doing it and telling me about it, when most parents either didn't know, or discretely ignored it, as their kids didn't confide in them. So I just warned Zak to remember not to go with the mature slaves, and left it at that.
They collared and branded Zak when he was fourteen.
When we all got back from our work and went in to the slave barn that day, he was already there as they'd taken him out of the fields that morning, along with some of the other pups about his age, and just done it. He was lying there on the straw, and I could tell he'd been crying as soon as I bent down an saw his face, but he was trying not to now as he wanted to act like a man.
I touched the heavy iron collar, remembering how I'd felt when its weight had first encircled my neck and how I then knew I was a slave, and I thought again of the agony of the hot iron searing into my butt and upper arm - being marked permanently as my owner's property. I tried to comfort him, but knew that only time would take away the physical pain from the brands. And having grown up here, the mental anguish of having these terrible things done to him would not be so great - he'd never really known "freedom", after all, and so having it brought home to him that he'd lost it wasn't such an issue. I suppose that if I'd thought about it I'd have realised that he was going to be collared and branded at some point, and he was quite mature now, so I shouldn't have been surprised.
The next morning he was coffled, alongside me! Actually, I suppose he was ready for "real work" as the stuff he'd been doing ever since he was eight had made him pretty tough and strong, and he'd grown all his pubes and chest hair (he took after me, remember!). So he looked more like a sixteen year old, and as we toiled away in the fields - we were digging that day, which is always particularly tiring, I could see Zak steeling glances at me and the other guys in our coffle. At the midday break he threw himself down next to me and rested his head on my belly, as he liked to do. "Tonight then, Steve..."
"Tonight what, Zak?"
"Were going to fuck...."
"You're not sixteen yet, remember?"
"But I'm a proper slave now, Steve. I'm branded, collared, working alongside you and the other guys here in the coffle..."
"Look, I'm not debating this. It's not negotiable. Neither I or any of the other guys here are going to fuck with kids under sixteen. And, what's more, I've turned a blind eye to you jerking off with your buddies - that's just about OK for kids to do. But if I find you've been fucking with them, I'll punish you.
Is that understood?"
"Ooooh, Steve! You'll put me over your knee and spank me, as you did before...."
"It's not funny, Zak. And neither you nor any of your buddies would really like a spanking from me when I don't hold back.... You know how strong I am, don't you? Look, Zak, I'm serious about this, OK?"
He nodded, but I wasn't certain he'd understood or agreed with me. So that night, when in spite of being bone tired from his first day's 'real' work, he'd gone off to find some of his buddies, and then come back, I decided to act. As he lay down next to me I held him tightly around his waist to stop him getting away, and then slid my hand between his thighs, and felt his asshole with my finger.
Zak cried out, and started to kick at me - ineffectually, as I was still holding him close. I'd only rubbed my finger over his hole, and now took my hand away.
"Bastard!", he hissed at me. "You fucker, Steve!"
"Zak, it was only my finger, and I didn't even enter you - just brushed your ass...."
"I know! You don't trust me, do you? You thought I'd been off fucking, and you couldn't wait to see if a dick had been up me, so then you could spank me..."
"Zak, it wasn't like that... Honest... Look, I'm sorry, but after we'd talked at the break, I thought you'd go off and so something stupid..."
"...like you did when we got back, with that buck you rode?"
"I've told you, Zak, what you do when you're a man is different. Until then, you're a kid, and you're my responsibility, and you're not going fucking around. Now, I'm sorry I didn't trust you. Really sorry. I apologise, OK?"
Well he was pretty silent for the rest of that night, and the next one, too, but you can't carry on quarrelling for ever when you're chained naked to each other most of the day, can you? And I don't think Zak ever did disobey me, although it was quite obvious sometimes from the way his dick was slimed with cum and spit that he and his buddies were experimenting, in the way that kids do, I suppose.
Time went on, and I continued to be used as a stud, although my owner now had several others, and it wasn't all that unusual for two or three of us to be in the dining room to "entertain" his friends - sometimes with several bitches, or sometimes with just one, where we all had to go at her in turn. I'm not all that keen on fucking a bitch already full of another slave's cum, but there wasn't much I could do about it, and so I just accepted it. Still, in the eight or nine years I'd been there, my owner had got appreciably older and seemed to have crossed some line - he now almost never wanted to fuck me after I'd studded, so it wasn't so bad.
As usual one night therefore I'd been prepared and was lined up against the wall, watched by my master, as the studding bench was brought in and one of the regular bitches was prepared: I'd covered her several times, and I knew she'd had three or four pups, although not how many of them were mine. I thought I was about to be told to begin, when my owner clapped his hands, and the guards brought in Zak!
My owner smiled as I reacted in astonishment, and he said softly "See, Steve ,even after all these years I still have the capacity to surprise you! This slave here is one of your first pups, I believe, and he's turned into a real man in these last sixteen years - the stress-free healthy open-air life has done him well - and whether it's that, or your genes, I do believe that he's actually taller, and will be even bigger one day, than you are. Certainly he's much the same as you were when you first came here, but you were eighteen then."
"Now, Steve, I don't want any trouble from you.... I've decided that as Zak here so obviously is a breeding success I'm going to carry on the line, and this is his trial as a stud. Stay there, and don't move, and don't say anything, or you will be punished."
I just had to stand there, my wrists bound to my collar as usual, as my owner led Zak over to the bitch, stroked his dick into an erection, and inserted him into her. Poor Zak - nothing he'd seen in the slave barn had prepared him for this, but I suppose it's not all that different to use one hole rather than another, and at least the bitch was experienced and didn't make a fuss. There is something exciting about seeing a young guy really fucking away, though, and I watched Zak's butt flexing and contracting as he really worked at it, and it really didn't take him any time to cum at all. In a way, I guess, I was proud of him as any other father would be - I mean, I was never going to have the satisfaction of seeing him graduate high school, or go to college, or get promoted at work, or anything, was I? So seeing him being good enough to be selected as a stud, and now seeing him in action, was the best I was likely to have.
The next bit was terrible though - well, for me, if not for Zak! Our owner ordered the guards to take the bitch out, and then pushed Zak down on to the studding bench. Zak and I watched as our owner removed his clothes and excited his massive dick to an erection, then he went and stood by Zak's head.
"Did they lube you, boy? Up your ass?"
"Yes, master."
"Good. So you know what's going to happen now, don't you, boy?"
"Yes, master. You're going to fuck me. The guards were laughing and said it was called 'taking the cherry', master."
Our owner chuckled. "Yes, boy. Although I don't suppose you know what a cherry is! But yes, a slave's first fuck should be from his owner's dick. But first, I want you to show me how much you want my dick.... You do, don't you?"
Zak didn't say anything, but our owner pushed his dick at Zak's face as he lay there, and Zak leaned forward slightly so he could first kiss it, then gently start to suck it between his lips. Zak "knew" from living his whole life here that black men were in every way superior to whites, so I suppose being allowed to suck a black dick was a privilege, in his eyes!
"Good boy - you like black dick, don't you?"
All Zak could do was mumble as his mouth was full.
Our owner pulled away then, and came and stood behind Zak, and began to insert himself into Zak's firm ass. Zak moaned and cried, but our owner was relentless. I felt utterly powerless as I stood there - I knew it was inevitable, so what was the point in protesting? If I did, all that would happen was that our owner would have me taken out, and then he would continue.
Zak was made to clean or owner's dick once he was finished, and then our owner went and sat down, and said to me "You turn now, Steve.... That boy's a good fuck, but you're a connoisseur. Tell me what you think..."
I just couldn't do it. Zak was my son. Well, we obviously weren't a conventional pair. But I'd looked after him, nurtured him, kept him on the straight and narrow for the last eight years.
"Please, master, no..."
"That stubborn streak again, Steve! I'll have you punished..."
I shook my head. "I'm sorry, master, but I won't. You can punish me as much as you like, but I won't do it..."
He called the guards in and two of them stood just beside me, preventing me from moving, as the third one used his cane to stripe Zak's young butt with four strokes. Zak hadn't been caned before, and I knew he must be in agony even though he was trying to prove he was a man, but struggling to suppress his screams.
"Shall we see more, Steve? Shall I order the guards to keep on caning him? Or will you do as you are told and cover him?"
"Master, it's not his fault.... Please don't hurt him...."
"The only way you can stop this, Steve, is by showing me how my favourite stud can also use his dick on a young slave boy...."
So I did. What choice did I have? My owner had all the power, and I was powerless. I couldn't let Zak go on being caned, could I? I mean, he'd already taken our owner's dick, so where was the real harm in taking mine now?
Men should have a good working relationship with their sons, and our owner decided that we should in future stud together. After all, as he was breeding for my body characteristics and Zak had those too, having both of us cover the bitches doubled his chances of her "taking" the first time around. And, of course, his guests thought it was splendid sport to watch an older and younger guy who were so alike fucking together like that.
Of course it wasn't just sufficient for us to cover the bitches - our owner's guests soon wanted more, and after that first time I'd fucked him, it didn't seem so hard to do so again, even with a whole lot of men watching. And inevitably they wanted to see Zak at work on me.
After the first time, when he'd done as he'd ordered and entered my ass as I still lay on a bitch, Zak was kind of quiet when we got back to the slave barn. "I'm sorry, Steve...."
"Zak, it's not your problem. It's the system here. It's not so bad for you, I guess, but I've known differently. There was a time when I only fucked the women I liked. When I was free, like our owner is, so I could choose what I wanted to do.... When I wasn't collared, and branded, and treated as a plaything. When I wasn't fucked by another guy to please an audience, or made to fuck a man for their pleasure. When I worked at what I chose, and not at what my owner commands me to do, without coffle chains and whips...."
"Why are we slaves, Steve? Why aren't we free?"
"Because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, Zak. Because the black man here is king, and us white men are just treated like animals. Because they decided to breed you as a slave.... Look, it's all too complicated...."
There was no point in trying to explain things to Zak, really - he could never understand the loss I felt, as he'd never known freedom in the first place. And that's how it must have been for those proud African warriors who were transported to the new world - it would be hard for the original ones, but easier for the slaves bred from them, and easier still for the generation after that.
Zak turned to me, and whispered "Now that you've fucked me, Steve, and I've fucked you... Is there any reason why we can't do it every night, here in the slave barn?"
I wanted to say 'no', to tell him it was wrong, but I could think of no reason for doing so. After all, once you've started fucking a guy, why stop? And we both enjoyed it.
I'm fifty three now and my owner has retired me from studding. And from working in the fields. Normally the field slaves are worn out by the time they're my age and they're collected and taken off somewhere - all the slaves I knew when I first came here are gone, and the workers now are all second and third generation slaves, born here on the plantation, and this is all they have ever known.
My owner has decided, though, that it is amusing to keep me around so that he can compare me with Zak, who is now his prime stud, and young Ulu. Ulu is either Zak's son, or my grandson - we can't tell which, as he was born to a bitch shortly after Zak began studding alongside me. He's sixteen now, and last week my owner studded me for the last time - a special entertainment for his friends, as three generations of slaves, all of whom bear a striking resemblance to each other, were put to a bitch.
I live in the slave barn still, but my work now is to tend the gardens around the plantation, take out the trash, and do other menial work that is not so physically taxing.
I never learned much of my owner's language, except for the words the guards bark at us: "work", "eat", "piss", "cane", "whip" - the commands a slave needs to be able to function. Zak, growing up in the breeding compound, has a lot more and can speak a kind of pidgin version of it, and Ulu has even more - he can actually speak to the guards when he is allowed to. He finds it hard to understand Zak and me sometimes, though, if we are speaking fast. He's also got one of their names too, of course, as they find it easier to call the young pups by names the guards find easy to use, rather than American ones.
So just as the slaves brought to America gradually "acclimatised", losing their native tongues and starting to speak English, and losing their tribal names in favour of the ones their owners chose, like Winston, and Sambo, and Jemimah, so too this is happening here. Ulu has one of their names, and I guess speaks their language with the same intonations and accents that nigger slaves spoke English with.
I know I will die here as a slave now. The USA is never going to rescue me in my lifetime, as Joe predicted all those years ago, as I guess they still need the oil. But there may be hope for my sons, or grandchildren, or their children: As I was taking out the trash today I saw an English-language newspaper - presumably my owner reads it, as his English is so good. The article was all about a group of educated men and women who had got together in the capital here and founded the Emancipation Society, as they consider slavery to be an abomination in the eyes of their ju-ju god. History is starting to repeat itself, as this is exactly what happened before - although it took a long time, and a civil war, before the slaves were declared free.
If they are freed one day, though, what will become of my descendants? They will be freed slaves here in Africa, a disadvantaged white "tribe" amongst the native blacks, with no education and no skills, other than the power of their bodies to work in the fields. I do not think they will be welcome in the USA, and so how long will it be before they are truly "free", the equals of their former black masters? How long will it take for them to be educated, to own property, and finally for the whites to become the equals of the blacks here?
THE END Pete Brown. Savoie, France, and England. December 2005.