by Damien Dsoul
In number we were forty-five, though some days the count differed. Some days new white bois were brought into the camp and added into the indoctrination class while others were taken out to be sold at auctions.
It was a little past six in the morning; my eyes were still foggy with sleep. This was my fourth night at Camp Ale-Run. I was still getting to acclimatize myself to the environment. It was hard, knowing especially how I’d gotten to be there; my arm still burned where I’d been branded with the slave tattoo. I wasn’t the only one having a hard time of the place. The same was with Eamon, my roommate. He preferred sticking with me wherever I went or whatever assignment I was being given, and in a way I couldn’t fault him. Although we weren’t given the same Black Master to oversee our work.
Black Master Abraham wore a purple-coloured monk’s habit. He was tall and gaunt-looking and his head shaved. He had tribal marks slashed across both cheeks; it gave him a sinister outlook. Neither of us made a sound as he strolled down each aisle, his eyes looking each of us over as he walked by. He was like a breeze. He wore thick pairs of booths but he was so light on his feet you seldom hear his footsteps. And he had razor-sharp eyes.
He came past me, his eyes held mine in a firm gaze but I continued to look beyond him. He went past me - I feel my heart lighten whenever he does - and three white bois down from me he stopped to face one and the white boi yelped when he grabbed him by the crotch.
“You were given your chastity lock,” Master Abraham said to the squirming slave. His voice was cold and expressionless and loud enough for everyone in the warehouse to hear him. “Where you not given such, slave? Answer me!”
“Yes ... yes, Black Master Abraham ... Uhhhggg ... I was.”
“Then how come you didn’t buckle it properly right now?” he squeezed the white boi’s prick harder; the slave groaned from the hurting pain. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice it?”
“N ... no ... no, Master Abraham.”
“You’ve been playing with yourself, haven’t you, slave? Don’t lie to me!” he snapped at him. “You’re just like your pathetic, worthless white boi-slaves here, all playing with that useless prick and think we don’t know what you bois are about. Go sit in the circle right now!”
The white boi came to attention. “Yes, Black Master Abraham, sir!”
He left our line and went past where the other white boi-slaves stood at attention to the centre of the warehouse where there was a circumference of a circle six feet in diameter and painted red and there he sat and waited for whatever punishment was going to be meted on him. It was known as the Circle of Shame.
Done with his check-up, Master Abraham retreated to the front of the line where there was a podium erected there and told us to be at ease. We sat back on the floor with our feet drawn up and our chastity-enclosed penises hanging between our legs; Eamon sat beside me, pushing his glasses up his nose every now and then.
“And how is my flock doing today?” Master Abraham beamed at us from behind the podium which had a Black Master Bible on it.
“We’re doing fine and obedient, Master Abraham,” we answered simultaneously.
“That’s excellent. Are we ready to recite the Black Master Creed? Let’s hear it.”
***
“ALL BLACK MASTERS ARE TO BE OBEYED, LOVED AND CHERISHED BY WHITE BOIS. ON EVERY SOIL, ON EVERY FOUR CORNER OF THE GLOBE. A WHITE BOI-SLAVE AND A BITCH-SLAVE MUST REMAIN SUBMISSIVE TO THEIR BLACK MASTERS REGARDLESS OF AGE, CLASS OR SOCIAL STANDING IN A COMMUNITY. YEA THOUGH GOD CREATED A BLACK MAN CALLED ADAM, FROM ADAM SPAWNED A BLACK MOSES, FROM WHOSE GENERATION SPAWNED A BLACK JESUS CHRIST WHOSE PURPOSE IS TO FREE ALL WHITE BOI-SLAVES AND WHITE BITCH-SLAVES FROM MENTAL SLAVERY AND IGNORANCE OF TEACHING.”
***
I recited the Black Master’s Creed in my head as I walked towards the two-storey building that was Black Master IV. I was supposed to meet my designated Black Master Shehu there; I’d memorized his apartment number. There were other white boi-slaves there too, along with bitch-slaves, some doing menial jobs like washing their Master’s clothes in laundry buckets or cleaning out their Master’s apartments. I nodded my head at several of the white boi-slaves whom I passed along the way.
The Master’s apartment blocks were arranged in a sort of square-format with a wide circle in the midst and four openings to come and go from them. I located Master Shehu’s building across from me and went up the stairs to the second floor where his apartment door was at. I knocked on the door and then came to my knees as I’d been taught to do before entering a Black Master’s abode and waited. A naked redhead bitch-slave opened the door and I crawled inside.
“Who that is?” a man inside hollered.
“It’s a white boi-slave, Master,” the bitch-slave answered as I entered the apartment and she closed the door behind me.
“Who?”
I turned towards the voice’s direction and there sat Master Shehu naked on his living room couch with another redhead bitch-slave rubbing his crotch and kissing his cheek; she too was naked.
I stood on my knees and spoke to him: “Good morning, Black Master Shehu. It is I, white boi-slave Michael who’s been assigned under your ward.”
“Nice of you to drop by, white boi,” he nodded at me and motioned me to come further into the living room, which I did; the other redhead came past me, carrying a bowl in her hand which I saw were strawberries. “You’re new to the camp, aren’t you, slave?”
“Yes, Black Master, I am.”
“How’re you enjoying it so far?”
“As much as I can, Master,” I said.
The bitch-slaves took turns feeding him off the bowl. He kissed them one after the other. There was a stirring down in my enclosed prick. Though the chastity lock made it difficult to sustain an erection, it made my prick most especially uncomfortable, it didn’t rule out us not able to get a stirring down there, though getting hard with it was a no-no. I remained on my knees and watched Master Shehu being attended to by both females. I was in purgatory; my only relief was to watch and starve like someone sighting food but unable to eat it.
Black Master Shehu’s cock was kicking to life. Both bitch-slaves wrestled for it, one smooching him with kisses while the other lowered her head to lick the pre-cum oozing out the penile hole of his prick. She glanced at me with a lecherous grin on her face as she opened her mouth and sucked on his thick erection. I ingest my saliva; I muttered a gasp. I was getting further and further starved by what I was watching. It was like being back at the resort and spying on Shango fucking that other bitch’s niece - what was her name again? - and then jerking off with her panties in my hand - Oh God, can’t I ever get rid of that image? - wishing it was I that was fucking her. I imagined the redhead sucking Master Shehu’s cock as my Catherine. I wonder if she too had been brainwashed to behave like such ... I can only imagine the number of black men that must have passed through her pussy and asshole by now. I wonder if I would be able to recognise her should I ever encounter sight of her in this place.
The redhead slave gave way to her other redhead colleague who came down to grab some of Master Shehu’s cock in her mouth as well. Both slaves licked each other’s tongue, they moaned deep in their throats as they sucked on each other’s lips and then applied their tongue to Master Shehu’s shaft. Their hands caressed his balls and stroked his cock whilst they took turns burying their mouth down on his cock, slurping over his foreskin. Master Shehu I saw was enjoying every bit of it. He looked down at me and laughed.
“Aren’t you bitches being rude? How about we let the white boi get some taste? Let him know what his Master’s cock tastes like.”
The redhead bitches motioned me to come forward, holding Master Shehu’s shaft before my face as if it were a microphone. I crawled towards them, both bitches laughing derisively at me as I took a pull at Master Shehu’s prick with my mouth. T
hey urged me to suck some more, and I did just that. My bowed my head submissively towards Master Shehu’s cock and ran my tongue over the sides of his shaft and then back to sucking him.
One of the bitch-slaves mounted his cock and started to ride him while I crawled back to my former kneeling position. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered persistently as her ass ground down on his shaft, filling every inch of her pussy. The other bitch-slave sat back and watched in awe, caressing her tits and rubbing her pussy while her colleague got hammered. I wish I could ease her plight by allowing me to come eat her pussy; it would have been fitting. Master Shehu slapped the bitch-slave’s ass. He slapped her butt a couple more times, hard enough to leave a red welt. She rode him down hard, grunting with fervour, grinding her butt down on his cock as much as she could. He stood up to his feet, lifting the bitch-slave along and continued pounding her pussy before eventually tiring out and dropping her back on the couch. He turned his attention to the other who was on her arms and knees with her bottom aimed at his direction. He licked his palm over her pussy’s surface and leaned forward and introduced his shaft into her warmth. The bitch-slave cried out. Her features looked like she was hurting and her hand squeezed the furniture fabric as thrust back and forth inside her. I too was in awe at the sight of his prick fucking the slave. As if he read my mind, he turned to look at me, grinning through his sweaty face.
“I do enjoy fucking white bois too, slave,” he grunted. “Get ready, ‘cause once I’m done fucking these bitches, you’re next.”
I swallowed hard. I hadn’t expected him to say anything remotely close to that and didn’t know how to feel when he said it. I guess dread was the closest thing in my head, that as well as resignation. I was a slave after all, and my only rule was to listen and obey and do as told by my Masters. We had been giving a black rubber dildo to practise with in the event of such happening. Eamon had already being sodomized by his Black Master and it looks as if mine was about to happen.
The bitch-slaves took turns riding as well as being rode by Master Shehu until the time came when he exploded inside of the slave’s pussy and the other came forward and slurped his creampie out of her counterpart’s pussy while Master Shehu fed the other his cock to clean up. He came towards me and I too helped clean him up, licking droplets of his cum that ran down the length of his shaft to his hairy balls.
He called at one of the bitch-slaves and told her to get him a bottle at the top of his bed. She left the room and soon returned with a bottle of lube. Master Shehu motioned me to crawl forward and bend my head to the ground. I did as he ordered and pressed the tip of my head to the carpet like a Muslim would. He told me to hold my ass cheeks apart, and I did so too. I felt a hand rub against my buttocks and over my anus. I cringed from the touch. I heard one of the bitch-slaves let loose a burst of giggle. I looked over my shoulder and saw Master Shehu stand poised over me, stroking his erection. One of the bitch-slaves sucked at his cock until he became erect again, and then he bent down towards me. My worse fear was about to be realized.
“Hold still, white boi. This is sure going to hurt!”
I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes. And then I felt something hard press down on the sensitive part of my skin. I muttered a groan. I felt it press further and further inside me ... penetrating me an inch ... then two. My brain lit on fire. I couldn’t hold back the flame that burned in my anus.
I couldn’t hold back my screams.
***
It was late in the evening when I left Master Shehu’s pad. I’d laid curled on his carpet bleeding and hurting from the pain in my rectum. My body nearly wouldn’t stop shaking after Master Shehu had popped my cherry, as he so derisively put it ... and the spectacular thing was he hadn’t bothered using a condom. Then I remembered one of the doctrines Black Master Abraham mentioned to us in our first class: “All Black Masters go bareback; condoms are meant for sissy white bois”. How true that now felt.
I’d laid there on his carpet with my ass bleeding, mumbling to myself while the bitch-slaves congratulated Master Shehu on a job well done and went with him laughing into the bathroom. I was still lying there when they’d stepped out from it and even Master Shehu had laughed at me and called me a stupid, spineless white boi. He wore his clothes back and same too the bitch-slaves and he told me to take his carpet to the dry-cleaner and report back to him tomorrow at noon to clean his apartment up. He closed the door and told me to lock it after I leave but slip the key under the rug outside his doorway. I was shrouded in my cocoon of warming pain while he slammed the door and left. When finally I got some measure of strength in me, I pulled myself up to my feet and wore back my loincloth and left his apartment, not forgetting to lock the door and slip the key under the rug as he’d told me to.
It felt like an eternity getting back to the hostel. I went to where my room was and came to a stop at the doorway as I looked inside past the curtained doorway at the sight of Eamon on his knees sucking a Black Master’s cock. The Black Master looked at me and before he could say anything I feel to my knees by the doorway and bowed my head at him.
“Crawl to me, white boi,” he said to me.
I came to where he stood right beside Eamon who with his glasses hanging on his nose had his mouth filled by the Master’s cock. The Black Master took his cock out his mouth and offered it to me, and is my duty, I too sucked on his cock. He ejaculated over our faces and ordered us to clean each other up. Eamon licked his cum off my nose and cheek and I did the same and cleaned the Black Master’s semen off his glass lens and over his nose. He zipped back his pants and left us. Eamon and I came to our feet and looked uncertainly at each other. For a minute we were both lost for words.
“I’d better go out ... get my face washed,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose, his lens wet from my tongue.
“Yeah, I’ll wait her till you’re done.”
I went and washed my face after he’d returned and then it was like nothing had happened. He told me about his own day and I couldn’t help but narrate to him what Master Shehu had done to me. We stayed up talking till midnight when the light went off and we fell on our beds to sleep. I lay on my side hugging Juliet, my black dildo. We were each instructed to give our dildos female names as this would be the only female pussy most of us will ever get.
I dreamed about Catherine. In my dream she stood there watching as I sucked Master Shehu’s cock, and then as he made me bent over and fucked my anus. At first she did nothing, then when I began to bleed, she laughed at my humiliation.
***
Master Shehu was outside his apartment when I returned the following afternoon. He sat on a chair eating an apple while resting his feet on the back of a white boi-slave. I’d arrived with my cleaning equipments: bucket of water containing a mop, detergent, sweeping broom and hard brush. He lowered my head and greeted him. He munched on his apple while he looked at me. He picked up a Chinese hand-fan from his lap and fanned himself with it.
“How’s your ass feel, slave?”
“Very fine, Master Shehu,” said I. “I’m feeling much better, thank you, Master.”
He pushed his apartment door open for me and told me to move the furniture to a corner and pull out the carpet and mop the floor and clean just about any speck of dust that was in the room. I set my bucket in the room and went straight to work pushing the furniture aside and being careful not to damage anything. An hour came and went and I was still rearranging the room and pulling the carpet off the floor and getting set to mop the floor. I was sweating all through the next hour as I did my work. The more I worked the more I fell in love with what I was doing. Done with mopping the floor I found a rag and wet it inside the bucket and went about cleaning off every speck of dust from every corner of the room I can find. I swept off the cobwebs and did the same to the furniture. I rolled the carpet up and carried it outside. Master Shehu was being attended to by the
same two redhead bitch-slaves of yesterday. One of them was feeding him with strawberries while the other sat on a stool next to the kneeling white boi-slave and was clipping his toe nails.
I carried the carpet to the laundry house and gave it to the head white boi-slave Antioch to take care of and by the time I returned to the apartment, Master Shehu and the bitch-slaves weren’t there anymore, except the white boi-slave who was still on his former position with the plate of strawberries resting on his backside. I entered the apartment and could hear moaning cries coming from the direction of the bedroom. I was meant to mop the bedroom as well and didn’t know if I should or shouldn’t; I decide I should, as Master Shehu hadn’t mentioned otherwise. I carried my mop and bucket in there and knocked before entering.
Master Shehu laid on his back and one of the bitch-slaves was riding his cock, bouncing her ass up and down and grinding it back and forth while the other sat over his face. The two bitch-slaves shared kisses with each other. I made like I wasn’t seeing them and went about doing my cleaning and they too went on their business as if I wasn’t in the room. Their moaning frenzy filled the room and it was hard for me to concentrate. At the same time I wasn’t in any hurry to leave the room; I loved the sound of the bitch-slave begging Master Shehu more for his cock that was fucking her and I just wanted to remain there to listen to it. It gave the stirring down in my chastity-enclosed prick stimulation just to hear her moan like crazy. Eventually though I did leave, by which time Master Shehu was up on the bed fucking the other bitch-slave’s asshole.
