Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2013 23:36:54 -0400 From: Kurt Walker Subject: Another White Slave Below is a story of fantasy. Any relationship between the characters in this story and real people is purely coincidental. This story DOES NOT involve underage children, teens, or women of any age or type. The term "boy" herein refers to a male servant of adult age only. I knew owning white boys would be enjoyable and profitable. I already owned two. Both know their place; naked, barefeet, and begging. I keep their pasty white asses naked every hour of every day. I love seeing their pale ass, rosy assholes, pink tits, and their small pink cocks as they cook for me, crawl for me, suck and lick for me - and spread their cheeks for me - opening their cracks so I can plow their tight rosebud holes. Oh . . . but my favorite is making them lick and suck, and fuck, and eat each other. Neither is into white boys but they close their eyes and do each other to please me and I make them do everything. Hell, there is nothing better than seeing two white boys do each other. I found the first of them in one of our secret clubs. How he found our organization is still a mystery. Unlike mainstream Black or white gay bars, the Black Gods keep our organization hidden. We have scouts who search the city offering invitations to a very select few. Only after a potential is fully investigated does our scout approach him with an invitation of servitude. If the potential accepts, it leaves behind everything, his job, friends, and life. Blindfolded, it is taken to one of our indoctrination centers, stripped, whipped, and initiated into the Truth. Only after it takes the ancient Oath, does it earn a new name. It can no longer work nor have contact with anyone from its past life. Above all, it remains naked and barefeet at all times. Don't misunderstand. Our slaves are well kept, cared for, and protected. There is nothing they could need that they would not have. We supply them with everything they need to lose all inhibitions and become what they really want to be. My other slave sought me out through the internet. He found the Black Gods and wrote everyday hoping to be accepted. I invited him into the Organization. On his first night in the club I handcuffed him, tied him down, spanked him, beat him, fucked him, whored him, and he did it all. He became my favorite until my other cracker showed that he is willing to do all that and more. Together I rent them to other members of the Gods. You can't believe how much money can be made off one white cocksucker, let alone two. But now it is time to get a third slave. The club called with a new set of potentials. Since my slaves know what I like and what I expect, I decided to take them along to find and break in a new cock. I might be easily charmed by a new pale ass but my boys won't fall so easily for a new white ass. They are the best critics of a new fair-haired cock. When we arrived at the club, there were rows of new naked white cocks. I followed my slaves as they inspected each one. "His tits are too small, he has a fat white ass," they criticized each potential until I came upon a red- haired young man and stopped. My boys immediately went to work criticizing him and calling him names but this one . . . I want him. I know when I get him home my slaves will want to work him over good, break him in and use him. He glances up from the floor for a second and grins. He knows what I want and he wants it too. If you enjoyed this story, let me know at king.kinght@hotmail.com. Maybe there will be a conclusion or squeal.