Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2005 05:52:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Everything Was Reversed, Part Five

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.