Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2011 07:38:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: Father, Son and Cie 3 The taxi picked us up five minutes later. No sooner had we left the driveway or a Porsche passed us by. I ducked a bit deeper into my seat. It was the boy's dad. Luckily he hadn't notice us. The next day, I was waiting for Dean at the public urinal by the docks. He looked exhausted. -What's up pal? -Nothing you want to know. -Come on, Dean, I said and gave him a thud of my elbow in his ribs. -It's his dad... -Yes? -You know, he got this crush on me. So, just after the taxi left he arrived. -And? -He was horny as hell. He told me to undress and he did too. His wife will stay one week at her parents'. So he wants me to be 24/7 in his house to babysit his kid. Of course, that is just an excuse. He asked me open up a parcel that had come from the USA; a present he said. -Wow, he gave you something? -Yes, but. -But what? -In there I found a black collar, a whip, a ball with a strap attached to it, four latex dildos of various horrible sizes, three pair of jockstraps, five undies and lingerie, two masks connected through a tube. And a manual that said: How slaves were treated before the abolition of slavery in the USA. That was the most shocking thing, Kyle. I saw how we Africans were branded like cattle, young and old on our buttocks, backs or on the chest. -Move it, he said. Get those clothes off your black ebony skin. Let's see some nature. And get my boy. -Sir? -Do it...right away. -But I will be naked, sir. -Look kid, my son is ten years old, I know he's a pussy, a sissy; he takes after his dad. The minutes I laid my eyes on you when you solicited this job, I knew you would fit the bill. You as queer as a nightingale and so is my boy. He needs to be initiated. Other folks would take him to a harlot to make a man out of him. But I know he will never be one. It is time my son sees how darkies like you look like without frills. And I know and have seen now with my own eyes you got every bell and whistle he longs for. He pushed me up the stairs into the bathroom... -Faster man, get those jeans and shirt off, before I rip them off your butt. I stood naked in the bathroom. -Here take this oil and get it all shining. Let those muscles of yours glow like the moon in the night. And don't forget your horse rod and balls; they must stand out like a lit up Christmas tree. I did my best and while I oiled my skin he felt me up. -Attaboy, if you only know how much my boy loves cocks. -I am done sir, I said. He sized me up a bit and said: -Fair enough, now this will make it complete, he hissed. He held up a studded red slave collar, locked it around my neck, and attached a leash to it. The leash could be lengthened or shortened like the ones they use for dogs. -Go to my boy's room and wake him up in the usual way. Sit next to him and say: Waky waky, Tim boy. I thought to myself: If his father only knew I had just finished squirting my load in his mouth...So, I walked into the room without his father and said:-Waky waky, Tim Boy. The boy opened up one eye, then the other, and he smiled. -Dean, you still here? -Yes, I'll always be here to take care of you like a... like a... -Like a slave, the boy's dad, who had barged in, interrupted, -I looked back in shock and fear, but said nothing, Kyle, nothing. -Get up, Dean and show him how a slave looks like, the boy's dad barked at me. I got up and the boy rustled his bed sheets away. -But dad, he is naked! -Yes son, that's how real slaves used to look like in the good old days. Your great great grandfather used to have many working for him on the sugar plantations in Jamaica. They would be bought and sold on the market and inspected by everyone interested. Don't you remember those stories I told you when you were little? -Yes, dad, I do. -Well then, now Dean will be our private secret slave, he knows it and agrees to it. -Why dad? -Well, because that's because he likes to play like you. He didn't tell his son He was paying me for this retarded fantasy or that he wanted my sexual services. I felt so humiliated. -Now son, you must learn how you treat a slave. Suppose you were a rich man and Dean was standing on in front of you on a stage in the slave market, and he was the only one that was left of slave ship. What would you look at? -Dunno dad. -Now son, your mum isn't here and I have to educate you a bit. You can speak freely; I won't say a thing about your feelings. Let go what comes in your mind. -This here dad. -The boy pointed at my balls and dick and my bush, Kyle! -Why is that son? -It is so powerful, dad, so different from us. -You want to touch it? Go ahead. He is only a slave and a slave is never allowed to have private things; slaves don't even own their own body. So you in those days you could pry, squeeze, pull at anything on their body until you were satisfied with the quality you were about to purchase. No one in his right mind in those days would dare to question why wanted one or for which purpose. Most of them were bought to work hard, some were used to breed, but lots of them were used to have fun with. I am sorry I don't have a girl for you, but I am sure Dean can make up for it. -It's ok dad, I think Dean will do well. -Tim weighed my balls, Kyle, in one hand, and he roamed his tiny little fingers through my pubic hair, pulling at it, stroking it. I couldn't help it but my foreskin started peeling back as I was getting hard from it. -Look dad, how pink his knob is; more pink than mine. -Tim rolled down my foreskin and jerked my cock so fast, it really started hurting. -No word, slave, Tim who saw the pain on my face, said. -Good boy, you learn fast, my son. Now, if you like you can inspect more of his body. Some buyers did that to make the slaves understand that they were nothing but flesh. You must drill and humiliate a slave at all times; otherwise they may rebel against the owner. Tim made a few passes behind my back and then said:-Bend forward, slave and added: -Dad he has got hair up his arse. - don't you like that? -No, it is hideous. -Well you can have it removed. -Can I do it myself, dad? -Sure go ahead, grab my razor and some soap. -I'll do it tomorrow, dad...what else can he do for me? -I told you he can anything or rather he must do anything you tell him to do. Remember your mum isn't here and I know you so well, my son. You want to see something that is considered dirty by most people, but it is a thing of joy you will never want to miss out on. Normally in olden days I would take you to the ladies, but this is so much better. The boy looked puzzled. -Darkie, do your job. Go on, the dad spoke to me. -What, sir? -You know, the B job... -The B job? -Don't be silly; the bl job...Blow his horn. -Sir??? -Do it damned...Take his pajamas off and get cracking. -Dad? -Wait my son and enjoy. I turned to his son, undressed him; the little son of gun let it all happen gleefully. Tim stood stark naked in front of me, I grabbed his long elongated whistle and wrapped my tongue around it. -Dad? What is he doing? -He is blowing you, my dear, just lay back on the settee and enjoy, and when you feel you have to pee, you simply let go all of it in his mouth, he will suck you dry. -Imagine Kyle; the little bastard had just come in me an hour before and here he was going to do it again. -Dad it feels great, really, he screamed at his dad. Tim got the hang of it without me or his dad instructing him any further. I think it is innate. I mean the movement of hips. He squealed like a pig when I licked his rosy glans. And finally he came in golden squirts and shots over my face and in my mouth. -Can I suck his too, dad? -No, never! You will never, do you hear? There are limits, he is the slave, not you. He will smoke you whenever you feel the need for it. Now tell him to do something else, son. -Go and suck my dad, Tim chuckled. -Tim, how dare you? -His dad laughed. -Ok, well, I think you have seen it all, you saw my dick once in the loo, and what difference does it make? Tim's dad pulled at my leash and barked: - Suck me well, you hear? -And that's what I did the whole morning, Kyle. -Jeezes, you are fucked, Dean, and no pun intended. -Yeah, so you know no sailor for your birthday tonight. I am going home and crash out. See you tomorrow, same time same place. Aihufist@yahoo.com