Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2019 16:51:33 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Missouri Slave Summer 6

Interracial/Authoritarian/Incest

This story is complete fiction and not based on any real events or
people. Everyone portrayed is over eighteen. You must be at least eighteen
to read this story. Never do this stuff in real life. I wrote this for a
biracial reader with fantasies about slavery who is into raceplay. I was a
little uncomfortable writing it so I apologise if it isn't terribly
good. He said there were only a few raceplay stories out there. I received
a lot of requests to keep writing this story after the first chapter,
almost all from biracial men. This is my attempt at that. I tried adding
stuff that the readers said turned them on. This was difficult to write and
is the last chapter.

There is an alternative ending if you prefer things not to have worked out
for Marcus. Email me if you want to read it. I prefer the happier ending.

Slavery, rascism, and prejudice in real life is never okay. Black, white,
green, love yourself and others.

And if you enjoy nifty, donate.

"Missouri Slave Summer"

Part Six

Every inch of Marcus hurt. Master Otis had had guests until yesterday and
they took turns whipping him and making him run and do tricks. Master Otis
had gotten a shock collar from somewhere and if he was too slow in obeying,
his guests had no hesitation triggering it. Marcus figured he must have
gotten tased forty times this week and received at least forty lashes.

It was bad enough Master Otis had called the vet out to treat him.

Dr. Cooper was nice enough, but he always smelled and he insisted on a
blowjob and a fuck in return for treatment.

Marcus could still feel some of the doctors cum inside him. He'd been
chained up without even a bath or hosing after the doc left.

It felt like years since Marcus had left home. He knew it had to be close
to the end of the summer. He had tried counting the days to freedom, but
he'd lost track.

He couldn't believe he'd been stupid enough to agree to this. He never
expected people like this existed.

When Master Otis came in the barn, he was excited. The farmer had a brown
bag in his hand. His stomach was grumbling and he knew Master Otis would at
least give him scraps out of it, if not a whole sandwich.

He wasn't wrong about the sandwich either. Master Otis pulled a sandwhich
out and sat it on the barn stall, just out of his reach. It just had a
slice of cheese and ham on it too, which meant it was meant for him. Master
Otis loved tomato on his sandwhiches.

He knelt before Master Otis and completed the morning ritual by kissing his
Master's feet.

He expected the sandwhich in return, but he didn't get it.

Instead, Master Otis talked.

He said, "I don't believe in rewarding niggers for doing a good job, boy,
but you did good this week. You seem like you really finally know your
place. You're where you belong, aren't you, boy?"

Marcus knew the only way to answer any question asked by Master Otis.

Marcus said, "Yes, master."

Marcus stared at the sandwich hungrily. This part wasn't normal. Master
Otis rarely talked to him unless he was giving him orders.

Then Master Otis said, "I need to piss, boy. Do you want my piss?"

Marcus knew the only response to that too.

He replied, "Yes, please. Thank you, Master."

Otis unbuttoned his overalls then. He was always naked under them except
for his usually stained white briefs.

Marcus got up more fully on his knees. He used his hands to pull the fat
old man's underwear down and then off. This had become an almost daily
activity.

Otis' dick was soft, but still bigger than most men's cock. It was also
dirty. Master Otis hated bathing.

Once Master Otis was naked, Marcus put his hands on his Master's cock and
aimed it at his own mouth.

The first acrid shot of piss used to make him gag. Now, he barely
winced. Otis let his mouth fill with the yellow piss, watched him swallow
it, then shot another jet into his mouth. When he grabbed Marcus's head,
that meant he no longer cared to watch the boy and just wanted to
finish. Marcus formed a tight seal around the fat cockhead and began
swallowing as his master stared up at the ceiling and enjoyed the relief of
a full release.

Marcus also knew what was next. His master enjoyed a blowjob in the
morning.

Marcus started sucking the second he finishing drinking the older man's
salty piss.

But his Master stopped him. Otis pushed his head off his cock.

Then Master Otis looked at the sandwich and back at Marcus.

Then the farmer said, "Tell me what you are and beg for it, boy."

That was totally new. But Marcus was starving and knew what the farmer
wanted to hear.

He said:

I'm your nigger, sir. Your worthless piss drinking cocksucking nigger,
sir. My momma is a nigger. I don't deserve to be free or to serve you,
sir. Please, sir. Please let your nigger boy suck your cock.

Then Otis went even further off script.

He asked, "You happy here, boy?"

Marcus replied quickly, "Yes, Master Otis."

Otis continued, "But what about your back and punishments and labor, boy?"

Marcus hesitated. He had been taught the only answer was the answer a white
man wanted. But maybe if he said he was unhappy something would change.

Or maybe he'd get the whip. It was too risky.

Marcus replied, "It's how you teach a nigger."

Otis nodded and pulled Marcus to his dick.

The boy had Otis ready to cum in minutes. Marcus had really gotten good at
eating cock.

But Otis had other intentions.

He spoke only two words, "The bench."

Marcus looked down at his chains, but Otis was already unshackling him from
the stall.

He stripped off the underwear he had on and went and laid over the buck
bench. Before putting his top half over the bench though, he cuffed his own
legs in place.

Marcus had been cuffed and chained there so many times the feeling of
vulnerability was almost gone.

He waited as Otis secured his arms. Then Otis stuffed his mouth with a
ballgag. He only did that with guests or when he wanted to get real rough
or was worried about disturbing the animals.

Then Marcus felt someone at his back. He assumed it was one of the farm
workers.

The voice was different, though. It was deep and real southern and sounded
almost familiar.

It said:

You sure weren't joking, Otis. When I heard what he did, I sure thought the
boy was crazy. But you're right, you found yourself a good little animal
there. That thing might look white, but it ain't no more human than any
other piece of lifestock.

Otis replied, "So, we have a deal? Two bulls and half of whatever I fetch
if I decide to sell?"

I assume the man nodded.

Then I felt a hand on my ass.

The voice said, "I ain't never had no nigger ass. You mind?"

Next thing I heard was a belt unzipping. I heard the sound of a man
spitting.

Then pain.

The dick might not have been any bigger than Otis' dick, but this one hate
fucked me. He rammed it hard balls deep in one thrust, then went harder and
harder every thrust after that. It was like I wasn't even a human, just a
hole. He rutted inside me like an animal. I realized I was crying for the
first time in months. The hand holding my head down, the hard slaps on my
ass, the spit running down my face as he drooled and hocked loogeys on it
was too much.

I just wanted to go home.

Then I heard those sounds. The man started grunting deep and I could tell
he was getting close.

When he came, he didn't stop. He slammed it hard a few more times.

Then he laid on top of me.

I could smell him. He smelled like spitting tobacco and sweat and farm
animals.

His cum leaked out of my ass.

He placed his mouth next to my ear and said, "AJ made me promise to set you
free the moment I got here, but I think that little show convinced him
you're exactly where you belong, boy."

I felt a moment of shock. I recognized that voice from school meetings and
football games and rides after school.

It was AJ's dad.

He pulled himself up off my body and came around in front of me. I watched
him as he fastened his big belt buckle and put on a black cowboy hat. He
looked a lot like AJ, but thicker and more muscular and with a mustache and
beard.

He ran a filthy finger on my lips and said, "Might need to try that nigger
mouth too before I go."

Then he said, "No limits, Otis. He's your chattel, go ahead."

I heard a sound then. A hissing sound. I recognized it from a hundred
animals.

A branding iron being heated up.

I don't remember screaming before I passed out. But my voice was hoarse
when I woke up.



AJ



I came there to rescue Marcus. As the summer went on, I started feeling
guilty. I had used the money to buy a truck and that eventually led to me
telling my dad everything. He wasn't pissed about it, but told me I could
have gotten more money. I tried to explain Marcus was my friend, but the
idea of being friends with a nigger or even part nigger was something he
couldn't understand.

I thought he was crazy, but he kept telling me Marcus was where he belonged
and happy there. That all I did was help him find his place.

I didn't believe him.

Then I watched for myself.

Marcus asked Mr. Morley to pee in his mouth. Marcus asked to suck him
off. He even thanked him for the pee and the whippings. He said he was
happy and wanted to stay there.

And Mr. Morley wasn't just a guy, he was gross. Fat and old and hairy.

I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it myself.

When Otis asked Marcus to go to the buck bench to get fucked, Marcus even
locked himself down on it.

At that point, I just left and went in the farmhouse.

I didn't see Marcus most of the rest of the day except from a distance. He
was naked and in the fields being watched over by the farmhands. I saw one
even lash him with a small whip and he just staggered and kept going.

Maybe my dad was right.

It also wasn't just Mr. Morley he was gay and gross for. I saw him get on
his knees twice in the field.

Once, he knelt and I saw one of the farmhands pissing straight in his
mouth.

The other time, he let one of them fuck his throat. He just held on to the
dirty farmhands ass and let him bang his throat.

I'd never seen anything like that even in porn.

And he must have swallowed the cum and piss cuz he never spit anything out
I saw.

When he served us at dinner, I knew my friend was gone.

While we ate, he knelt and then jumped to attention everytime anybody
wanted anything. He was just in old underwear and a thick slave collar. He
didn't even look like Marcus.

Afterwards, Mr. Morley piled our scraps into a plate and Marcus ate the
gross looking mess.

I tried to excuse myself to go piss, but Mr. Morley stopped me.

He just said, "Use the nigger."

I froze, but Marcus didn't. He crawled under the table and I felt his hands
on my jeans. He unbuttoned them and then unzipped them. I was shaking when
I felt his lips on my cock.

My dad looked at me and said, "Don't be shy, boy. If he makes a mess, he'll
lick it up."

It felt weird to have lips on my cock when I pissed, but kind of good. I
could feel his throat swallowing as I whizzed and afterwards I was rock
hard.

He didn't remove his lips.

I started thrusting my hips automatically and moaned when my dick broke
into his throat. I gripped the back of his head and began slamming deep.

If he wanted to be a nigger, I'd treat him like one.

After I came, my daddy used his mouth too.

Then I watched as they took turns fucking him.

I started to join in, but it just seemed sort of gay.



Marcus



After the branding, it hit me. This was real. Not temporary, real. Master
Otis explained to me that AJ had needed to see what I was before agreeing
to make my slavery permanent. And he let me know my worth. He seemed to
think I'd be proud to know I was worth two bulls and fifty percent of my
sale price if sold.

Then he started talking to AJ's dad about modifications and things he'd
been thinking about. Whether he should take my nuts or keep me for
breeding. Whether he should try and sell me or keep me for himself. If I
would be better as a mute.

He seemed to love the brand on my ass. He said I was the first Morley
branded nigger since the 1800s.

When it was time for dinner, he gave me one final warning.

If I showed anything less than pleasure and total obedience, he might
decide to act on those modifications, starting with my nuts and tongue.

I wanted to scream out to AJ to save me, but I knew better so I swallowed
his pee and cum and did as I was told.

I was a real Morley nigger now.



Epilogue (Happier Ending)



When I finally escaped, it was a total accident. It was near freezing and
raining. I was in a livestock trailer being transported home from a
neighbor's ranch when I felt an impact.

Charlie Ray had lost control of the vehicle and hit a tree.

It took me thirty minutes to get free of the ropes tying my hands and feet
together. I wound up using my teeth.

The transport itself was half rusted and the horses in there with me were
panicking. One of them was kicking everywhere and knocked out a panel on
the car.

I cut myself to pieces and needed a tetanus shot, but I made it out.

I hauled Charlie Ray's still unconscious body out of the driver's seat,
took his wallet, carried him to the transport, and locked him in with the
livestock. Then I unhooked the livestock trailer and drove until I hit
Indianapolis.

I wanted to go home right then, but I knew I couldn't the way I was.

I was bruised and cut up and a mess.

I used the rest of the money from the wallet and rented a cheap motel. Then
I bought some new clothes.

I still didn't look great when I returned home a week later, but I just
told them I had been mugged and that's why I came home.

They cried with me for two hours, then helped me apply for college.

I never saw AJ, his dad, the farmhands, or Mister Morley again.