Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2012 21:11:22 -0500
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 15

Rue Dauphine 15
Lance Kyle

When Scott awoke the next morning, Sampson had rolled off of him but was
cuddled up under his arm.  Scott looked down at the boy's beautiful face,
just a little line of drool coming down from the edge of his parted lips as
he still slept deeply.  Scott slipped out of bed, careful not to wake his
twelve year old mulatto slave boy, pulled the covers up over Sam, and went
out in the hallway to the shower room.  He was just finishing relieving
himself when the door opened and there was James.

"Ah, Masta, mornin', ah I gotta go bad!" said the deep chocolate thirteen
year old.  Scott quickly finished his business and rose.  James immediately
plopped himself on the hole.

"Masta, those girls, ooowheee! They `bout drain' me dry, Masta!" said
James, a look of mingled wonder and pride on his face.  Scott chuckled.
"Had them both, James?" he asked.  The black boy nodded vigorously.  "An'
then, Masta, they had each other!"  They both laughed together.  James
grunted hard and finished his business, wiped, and stood up.

"Let's shower," said Scott, and James needed no further encouragement.
Into the shower they went, soaping each other up.  "You an' me, Masta, we
how it all started!" said James.  By way of answer Scott hugged him
tightly, kissing the tight kinky cap of hair on top of his head.  It seemed
as if they had been together in the Rue Dauphine forever, but it was
actually only a few weeks, perhaps a couple of months.  Their penises rose
as they scrubbed each other.  James was delighted to hear from Scott that
Sam had been deflowered both actively and passively, and he then paid
special attention to soaping up his master's anus to clean it completely.
Toweling off they looked at each other's stiff penises, then each other.
Then James said, "Le's save it fo' tonight, Masta, and le's have all the
men and boys together!  Niobe an' Delilah, they kin show Cleopatra how THAT
side works!"  Scott chuckled, and said it was a splendid idea; he asked
James to alert the other males.  It would be their first all-male, four
penis romp, that evening.

Scott and James dressed and met again on the landing to go down to grab an
informal breakfast.  Nobody else was up yet, but others did begin drifting
in one by one, Niobe and Delilah bustling about to prepare a bigger
breakfast.  Everyone chatted happily, and made plans for the day's chores.
Scott was given another series of orders to place, and so he prepared to go
out on those errands.

Scott grabbed his hat and cane and stepped out the door, looking up at the
sky for signs of weather, when he was knocked back violently, falling to
the ground.  Looking up in confusion, he saw a runaway carriage that had
gone barreling by, just now being controlled at the end of the next block.
He felt himself for broken bones and bruises and detected none.  But he
noticed the sleeve of his coat was torn, the buttons ripped clean
off—the carriage had come that close, and it was more the pull on his
coat and the wind of its passage that had knocked him down.  People say
your life flashes before you when you have a close call.  Scott pulled
himself together and then sat back down on his own front steps, breathing
hard.  His future had passed before him, and it was a very short one.  "I
could have been killed, very easily," he said to himself.  And then the
consequences of that event tumbled in upon him.  His house would be sold
up, the proceeds sent to his parents—and that included all his slaves.
For a moment he had a vision of James on the auction block, being roughly
handled by uncaring hands, perhaps James and King sent off to the cane
fields to be worked to death.  He saw the twins sold away from their
mother, into the hands of someone who might place them in a brothel.  Niobe
and Cleopatra working in some strange household, friendless.  He blanched
pale at these thoughts and breathed heavily, still recovering from his
fall.

And then he heard that voice around, beside, and in him: "You could prevent
that from happening.  You know what to do."  He looked around on all sides
and saw Mama Désirée standing not ten feet from him.  He struggled sorely
to his feet, tipped his hat, and then said in some annoyance and a shaking
voice, "Madame: did you cause this accident just to make a point?"  Mama
Désirée put an exaggerated "who me?" look upon her face, laid a hand upon
her bosom, but said "Certainly not!  Accidents happen.  When will another
one happen to you, this time not missing you?  Free your slaves!"  Scott
tumbled back down onto the step, his head in his hands.  He was not one to
agonize over decisions.  If he saw his path clear toward something, he went
down it and did not look back.  Now, it was becoming clear.  But he had
misgivings.

"Madame...I take your point.  I see the violence and injustice in this
institution, if not in my own household.  But...I don't want to lose my
people.  They..." here he choked a little and then summoned the strength to
continue.  "They are my friends.  They...I...I love them."  A look of
despair crossed his face.

"Then let love bind them to you, not ownership," said Mama Désirée.  Scott
thought for a moment and nodded.  He turned to her.

"I have difficulty with a lawyer to do the necessary legal work.  If I rely
on my own I fear questions may be raised.  I do not want attention from the
authorities...or society.  Do you know a lawyer who can be discreet?"  Mama
Désirée nodded.  "Please give me his name and address so that I may go to
him," Scott said.

Mama Désirée replied in a queenly way, "I will send him to you."  Then with
a regal wave she turned to go and at the same moment Scott felt the world
jerk, and he was crawling from being sprawled on the ground to sitting on
his front step.  What in the world?! he thought...did the last five minutes
go away?  Was Mama Désirée really here?  He looked down the block and the
runaway carriage was just being stopped.  And then his front door opened
and out rushed James, Cleopatra, and King.  Speaking at once they told how
they had just seen the accident from the window.  Cleopatra was nearly
shrieking in fear and woe, King stood gravely silent but assessing Scott's
condition, and James frankly wept, bawling and holding onto Scott's
shoulder in a way that could not have been helpful had the white man in
fact been injured.  They helped him to rise and return to the house where
they made him sit in the library and King poured him half a glass of
brandy.  Drawn by the commotion, Niobe, Delilah, and Sampson came hurrying
in from their own parts of the house, and the wailing, gasps, and fondling
of his shoulders, knees, and hands began again.  Scott finished the brandy
and then rose, hugging each one and assuring each that he was alright,
handing over his coat to be mended.  The incident echoed what Mama Désirée
had said.  He could really feel that they were all bound in love or
something approaching it, even if of short history, rather than ownership.
His resolve strengthened.  Choosing another coat he went back out again on
his errands, not before King insisted on stepping out first to make sure no
hazards remained.

Everywhere he went, he seemed to see some reminder of the evils of slavery,
as if led to pass by them by fate: a young man being whipped by an owner
for careless handling of a wagon—lines of nearly naked slaves coming
ashore from upriver boats down on the landings—the repeated moans and
sounds of weeping from the slave merchant quarters, which he never seemed
to have noticed before.  Scott returned to his home now filled with grim
determination.

After lunch, he disappeared into his study with the ring and book of the
Frères de Saint Ange, studying them carefully.  He began slowly to piece
together an idea of how the ring might help him understand the many
languages of books in the secret study just below him.  Taking careful
notes from the book, Scott gathered keys and a lantern, the ring and the
book, and went down into the secret study, alerting King as to his
intentions.  Once there he first turned to the book his uncle had left open
on the table.  Consulting the book, he repeated some spells, made hand
movements over the ring in a certain way, and then picked the ring up and
held it in front of his eye, as if it were a tiny monocle.  He jumped from
his chair to see the Arabic script turn into English when seen through the
ring.  He moved the ring—Arabic again.  He rushed to the shelves to
take, at random, a book written all in some kind of runes that looked
absolutely prehistoric.  He looked at them through the ring, and again they
formed themselves into English sentences.

Scott thought for a moment of moving some of the books to the more
comfortable library upstairs to study, and then thought the better of it.
As they had suspected during the conflict with LeRoc, some kind of spell
hid what went on in the house from the abilities that other Frères had, and
he had, to see what passed at a distance in a reflecting bowl.  He reasoned
that the farther down in the ground one went, the more the protection
grew. Plus, it just seemed appropriate to study these books in the cellar
study, as if contact with Mother Earth and the dark was part of their
magic.  And so he worked first on understanding what was in the library,
the nature and organization of the collection.  He began to form an idea of
where his studies should start when he heard King calling him discreetly
from the top of the cellar stairs.  Locking the doors behind him, he went
up.

King informed Scott that he had visitors, who had been shown into the
library.  Scott slipped the book into his coat pocket and dropped the ring
deep into his trousers.  Entering the library he saw one older man and two
younger, of the caste he immediately identified as "Creole."  Of mixed
African, Indian, and French blood, many Creoles were free, many were even
wealthy in New Orleans, with professions and businesses.  The older Creole,
a prosperous looking man in his fifties, with a light tea rose complexion,
dark freckles on his cheeks, and wavy hair straightened by pomade, bowed to
Scott and introduced himself as Hector Beaulieu, Attorney.

"These are my legal assistants, also my nephews, André and Marcel," he
said, pointing to two younger versions of himself, who likewise bowed.
Scott shook hands all around.

"You...you were asked to come by Mama Désirée, I think," said Scott.

Beaulieu nodded and looked at Scott closely.  "She is a remarkable woman,"
he said, "and she says you are remarkable, too, in your own way.  At your
service, sir," he said.  Scott asked them to sit around the desk, and made
sure the library doors were shut.

"I wish to free my servants," he said.

Beaulieu nodded, and pulled out a sheaf of papers.  "So I was informed. I
have already filled out the necessary paperwork.  And," he said, going on
over Scott's attempt to add something, "it must be done carefully and
without publicity.  I understand fully.  You are not, monsieur, the first
white man to do this, nor the first to desire secrecy.  It can be done."
Scott nodded; it was the very thing he had intended to ask for.

"I have been thinking," said Scott.  "I think I also need to make my
servants, and any others I may acquire," and here he clearly had been
thinking about the possibility that he might encounter other cases such as
Cleopatra and her children, "I need to make them beneficiaries of my
estate.  Sole beneficiaries.  I need to remake my will."

Beaulieu grinned mischievously and pulled out another thin sheaf of papers.
"So Mama Désirée tells me," he said, "perhaps anticipating your own
thoughts in the matter, but I find she is often prescient.  Shall we begin,
sir?  I will explain each document, you will sign, and my nephews will
witness the signing."  Scott sat down and was surprised to note how light
his heart felt with every new completion of a document.  King, James,
Niobe, Cleopatra...one by one the papers came and went and they were free,
even if they did not yet know it.  Each one's papers went into an envelope
with his or her name upon it.  Last was the will, which was just as Scott
would have requested it.  Really, Mama Désirée was almost frightening in
her abilities.  The paperwork completed, Scott offered the attorney and his
assistants brandy, which they gladly accepted, toasting the work that had
been done. Beaulieu assured him that the emancipation was legal
immediately, and that the necessary papers would be filed with a court by
the next morning.  By the time the attorney left, twilight was coming on.
Scott gathered the papers into a satchel and hurried to the kitchen where
everyone was gathering.  He asked King to open a bottle of wine and pour
glasses all around.

He remained standing by the table, as the rest of the group was gathering.
He asked them to remain standing.  They complied, although eyeing the wine
and the fact of Scott not taking a seat, they knew something was afoot.
Scott cleared his throat and spoke,

"I will get right to the point.  I will make no long speech.  Those men who
were just here were an attorney and his assistants.  I..." he choked a
little, "I have freed all of you.  I have made you the beneficiaries of my
will should I die.  Here are the papers; I know you can each of you read
your names, although it may take a few more reading lessons before you can
read the legal language, but take my word for it.  They free you.  You are
free.  Now."  There was a stunned silence as he passed the envelopes
around.  James, getting his last, began to tremble.

"Don' put us out, Master! You gonna put us out?"  In answer Scott
completely enveloped James in his arms for a moment, brushing away tears
when he released him.

"I am not putting any of you out.  I hope—oh, deep in my heart I
hope—that you will agree to remain here as my employees—and my
friends—and I will pay you a salary if you do.  But I want to be clear.
You are free.  Now.  You are free to leave if you want to."  Then with a
shaking hand he picked up a wine glass and holding it up cried, in a
cracking voice, "To freedom!"

Everyone followed suit, faces still wearing looks of wonder—and then
whoops of laughter ensued, glasses clinked against glasses, hugs and
embraces all around.  As the pandemonium settled, King spoke up in a strong
voice.

"Master Scott," he began.  Scott interrupted: "I am not your Master any
more, King," he said.  "Oh, yes you are," replied the large black man, "in
my heart if not legally; plus, I don't think I could adjust to calling you
anything else.  Master Scott," he resumed, "I belong here.  I belong in
this house and with you.  I will stay."  Cheers erupted around the table.

James spoke up, "Masta, I ain' got nowhere else to go.  An'...an' Masta, I
love you, I ain' goin' nowhere."  Scott collected the slim brown boy, no
longer his slave, in his arms for another embrace.  Looking over the boy's
head, Scott asked Niobe, "Niobe, you are now free to follow your family to
the North.  I will give you money for a journey, if you like."

Niobe looked a little sad, but shook her head.  "I don't know if they are
dead or alive, Masta.  I don't know where I would look.  And...by now, this
seems like home, Masta.  I will stay."  More cheers!  Cleopatra, pulling
her children to her, spoke up before Scott could ask.

"Master Scott—no, no," she said, as Scott was about to correct her,
"Master it is!  Master Scott, we have been here only a little while, but
this feels like home.  It feels like family.  I never thought to find such
a thing.  We will stay," and Sampson and Delilah nodded vigorously.  Then
everyone rushed to Scott's end of the table for a milling, joyous group
embrace.  And then they sat down to eat, famished by the tensions and
excitements of the day, chattering excitedly.  A few opened their envelopes
to look at the incomprehensible legalese, but they at least found their
names (they had advanced that far in their school lessons) and with nods of
satisfaction, put the papers back in the envelopes.  They would later
deposit these with their belongings in the quarters of the left wing attic.

Mindful now of the increased need for his friends to be literate, Scott
proposed a school session by lamplight after dinner.  They all agreed, and
after putting away the dinner things they trooped up to the right wing
attic, detouring only to store away their papers of emancipation.  For two
more hours they labored on reading, writing, and arithmetic.  And then
Scott proposed that they had had enough and should retire.

There was a quick flurry of intense whispering among the younger folks.
James talked to Niobe, who nodded vigorously.  Niobe talked to Delilah, who
looked shocked, then intrigued, then nodded uncertainly.  Niobe took
Delilah by the hand and collected Cleopatra, who allowed herself to be led
away in some confusion.  Then James whispered to Sampson, whose mouth
formed an "O" and whose eyes grew big, but who nodded agreement.  And then
James took Scott by the arm and Sam took King by the arm and led them to
the shower, the adult men smiling in amusement.

James took Scott into the shower, soaping and scrubbing for the second time
that day.  As they toweled off they saw Sam screw up his courage and lead
the massive King into the shower, the mulatto boy staring in awe as he
grasped the huge penis to soap it up, seeming to lose his hand in the big
man's bottom as he cleaned it.  King washed off Sam with great gentleness.
By the time all were done and the boys led the men to Scott's bedroom,
there were four penises with bouncing erections.

With a sense of importance and purpose, and sporting a huge grin, James
organized the proceedings.  He and Sam lay on the bed on their backs,
inviting the men to lie atop them right away, Scott on James and King on
Sam.  Sam's looks of apprehension at the prospect of the huge black man
settling down on him did not go unnoticed.  King held himself up off the
mulatto boy, but allowed his massive penis to slide against the boy's much
smaller brown erection.  King supported himself on his elbows, giving Sam
breathing room, and began grinding his groin into Sam's, gently.  The big
man lowered his head to Sam's face and nuzzled the boy's medium brown,
tightly curled hair, then kissed his forehead and lips, then nibbled the
lips and covered the boy's mouth, tongue inserted fully, playing with Sam's
tongue, his teeth and gums.  Sam was nearly buried beneath the big black
man, but one could see him thrusting his hips up, and grinding back as much
as King was grinding him.  The boy had his palms splayed against King's
massive chest, but then a posture of defense gave way to fondling, and the
boy ran his light tan hands over the deep chocolate pads of muscles,
tweaking his nipples, then sliding up and down the hills of muscles in the
back alongside the deep valley of King's spine.

Scott was doing much the same to James, but the dark chocolate boy was more
active, pulling the white man down into him, grasping his shoulders to lock
in tight contact, Scott's cream colored skin now plastered against the
black boy's dark chocolate skin, sliding back and forth.  Their penises
were erect and straight between their torsos.  While Scott supported
himself on his elbows above James, James thrust his hand in between them
and grasping both penises together, slowly pumped them.

All four were breathing heavily when James gasped out, "it's time," and
looked over at Sam who nodded back.  The boys rolled out from under their
burdens and directed the men to lie on their backs.  One massive purple
black erection and one rampant dusky rose erection stuck straight up from
the two adult male bodies.  Each boy dipped into the goose grease and James
began oiling Scott while Sam, with looks of trepidation and sidelong
glances at James, greased up King.  Then each boy reached back to lubricate
their own anus.  Finally, each boy climbed atop their respective mate for
the evening and positioned an anus over a penis, and then began to drop.
James was impaled first, Scott being smaller and the black boy being
accustomed to it.  Sam was clearly having trouble.  He dropped enough to
lodge King's enormous purple black knob in his anus in one move, but then
cried out, his hands splayed on King's chest, leaning forward, panting,
drops of sweat coming down onto the black man's shiny torso.  Sam held the
position for a moment; James, right next to him, their thighs brushing,
nodded encouragement, and held his own position until Sam should be fully
ready.  A look of resolve came over Sam's face and he dropped down another
inch, crying out...and then another, gasping...and then the rest of the
way.  All the time, each man nodded encouragement, whispering advice and
words of endearment, to the boy who was mounting them.

Fully inserted, Sam paused to catch his breath, then slowly began to rise
and fall, King matching his rhythm with gentle pushes upward.  The
festivities begun, James lost no time and began riding Scott like a horse,
quickly bucking up and down, sitting straight up with his arms down by his
side and his fists clenched, chest proudly thrown forward, locking gazes
with Scott, up and down up and down.  Sam began to pick up speed as the
pain subsided, leaning forward now, the enormous black penis jammed
entirely into his rectum, supporting himself with his palms on King's chest
as he began swinging back and forth.  The two men began pumping upwards,
their hands grasping the dark chocolate or light tan thighs of their boy
riders.

Fueled by James's enthusiasm, Scott came first, his torso curling up off
the bed, roaring with pleasure, pushing his hips hard up into the boy as
his penis shot a full load into the depths of the black boy's guts.  James
whispered words of encouragement and love the whole time, their eyes never
leaving the other.  And then Scott was done and collapsed back as James
rested, rubbing Scott's cream colored torso with his chocolate hand,
whispering words of love.  Sam had maintained a steady look of
concentration the whole time, and then King bellowed and thrust his hips up
so violently that Sam had to lock his ankles around the black man's thighs
to stay on.  Again, and again, and once more King roared and clenched and
bucked his groin upward.  Then heaving for breath he, too, collapsed
against the bed.

Both boys of course still had roaring erections, and now, with a quick
whispered conference, each slid off the still rigid manpoles of their
lovers and squatted back, now greasing up their own stiff cocks and pushing
the men's thighs back toward their chests.  Each boy lubricated the anus of
the man before him, and then Sam immediately plunged in, not waiting at
all.  The size of his penis being no match for the size of King's anus, he
went right in, King merely grunting, and the twelve year old mulatto boy
began a desperate pounding.  He was almost done before James was fully
landed inside Scott, crying out, shivering, pressing his groin once, hard,
against King's bottom, shooting a squirt of twelve year old's boyseed, and
then tumbling forward onto the abdomen of the black man.  James had just
begun his pounding rhythm, still squatting straight up with his hands
against Scott's thighs.  King pulled Sam up higher onto his torso and
entwined the boy in his arms and legs, and the two watched the white man
and black boy next to them go at it.  James pounded and pounded with a
sense of purpose, kept at it, then his eyes became unfocused and he threw
his head back and a whine from deep inside him escaped as he slammed
forward against the white man's bottom, shooting his thirteen year old's
seed into Scott's bottom.  When he was done, he also was pulled forward so
he could rest atop Scott.  Eventually each man turned toward the other,
dumping a boy together in the middle of the cluster.  Arms and legs
enfolded the young ones, and they drifted into sleep, four free individuals
for the first night of their lives.


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