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Grey's Plantation: Part 1
Deep
in the antebellum south sat an isolated and grand plantation. Geography
was not the cause of its isolation nor was it due to its large number
of
slaves. There were whispers by envious plantation owners that they were
bred far too big, too strong, and worst of all too intelligent. What
kept gentle folk away was talk of the plantation's master. Rumor
said he was a very odd man and had a morally loose mistress.
Talk hinted the
master was a warlock who was extremely crewl to his slaves, more so
than any God fearing gentleman farmer would do. Of course this supposed
ill treatment gained him a level of respect among his peers.
Grand
ladies blushed as they whispered among themselves about the
plantation’s mistress. She was said to have kept three lovers, all of
different races in addition to her warlock husband. Those native to the
area were quick to tell newcomers not to go near the strange
plantation unless invited by its master or by one of its many
slaves. Those that
did go uninvited were not seen again or came back horribly
changed.
The
master laughed as he thought of the gossip that circulated among the
locals. The relative safety this brought his lands and those he
sheltered gave him peace of mind and they were relatively
unmolested. One worry that would not go away for Blake was his
son was not under his protection, he was
out in the world of men with only his wit and gift to aid him.
Standing
halfway between the illusions - what outsiders knew as the slave
quarters and the main
house - he called to his overseer, “Bring me sixteen of our strongest
men, plus Red and Snow.”
When
the mix of tall muscular men gathered a respectful distance from Blake
he directed them to bring rocks from the stream that met next to the
tree struck by lightning two months ago. All the slaves knew the tree
the master mentioned since Daisy, the fairest girl of the field
workers,
became pregnant with child the following day. The quarter’s medicine
woman told the girl she looked four months along but knew the girl
showed no signs of child just a day prior.
As
the strong men brought stones, Blake pointed his walking cane marking
off the boundary of a small cottage. "Here Daisy will have the child.”
He told the men. “Take care to do a good job. The child will be very
important to you, more so than he will be to me." With that the Master
walked away and motioned the overseer to walk with him.
"William,
see that they are given whatever they need to finish the cottage.
Pretend the cottage is for me and not a slave girl and a bastard child.
That’s the importance I place on this project. Snow's absent. Is he
giving you any trouble?"
"No, sir," William replied. "He has been gone for a while. We know he
hasn't followed Grey because he has shown up a couple of times."
"As long as he doesn't try to go after my son and interfere we have a
chance." Blake turned and walked
back towards the main house.
William,
a mixed race son of Blake, noticed the men talking. As he got closer he
heard, "What does master mean by the child bein important?" The crew
looked to him for an explanation. He couldn't suppress a proud smile
for his father. Most slaves would never look boldly at an
overseer wanting an answer but this wasn't really a plantation either.
"And why do you expect me to have an
answer?" William said with a low rumbling voice. "You know as well as
me, Blake only explains himself when he wants and that’s not often."
Red,
the leader of the men, stepped forward. "We know he don’t explain
nothin about his two headed ways," he said and turned to look back at
his fellow slaves, adjusting his obvious bulge resting down
the
left side of his thread bare overalls. The others made the same folkish
sign to ward off uninvited spirits.
William
frowned. "You boys know the mistress was a good woman, even if she did
magic. Whatever this cottage is about it’ll be for something good and I
bet the good is for us. Now get on with it. Master wants this to look
good."
~/|\~
As
he leaned down, placing a large rock on the ground, Red paused to watch
William walk by in the direction of the planting fields. He turned back
to the rock still in his hands, and heard the plantation's medicine
woman call.
"Red..."
The wizened voice of the ancient woman gave him chicken bumps. "Red, do
well with the work masata gave you," she winked when she said master.
The old woman came to a hobbling rest by the circle of stones. "You and
your brothers late tonight are to come here when all is asleep to do
what men do. Bless this place.” The crone tapped her cane against his
right bicep where a branded circle enclosed three marks. “Keep your
three animal nature silent for this work. This needs the nature of men.
Now don't look at me like you don't know what I say boy." She laughed
as she took a bit of chalk from her waist pouch and drew a symbol on a
circle’s rock. Red had seen marks like that when he was boy working
with new slaves from Africa. They would cover their bodies with marks,
asking favors from dead ancestors.
She went from stone to
stone making marks. "Boy, these marks I know you’ve seen before."
"Yes, mam. Why call
our ancestors for this?"
"Because
boy when that lightning struck two months ago I saw a child in a dream,
it was male baby blacker than the darkest night. He’ll be born here,"
she pointed to the center of the circle, "in a round cottage of stone.
He'll be this plantation's secret master. So you and your brothers do
your part and put your man blessing here facing into the circle. Don’t
let them go at it too long or they’ll die."
Red nodded to her
stare and won a grin with a light swat from her walking stick.
"Good, see that you
mind them." She said as she walked off. Her cottage was close.
Red
noticed his brothers watching the old woman. Several were looking at
him with questions on their face. Red shrugged his shoulders. He’ll
tell them during supper. They could wait.
Eastern
State
Penitentiary, Philadelphia 1810
Henry
heard a guard fumbling with keys outside his cell door. Not wanting to
be caught in a weak position he sat up, swung his legs over the cot’s
edge in time as the door to opened just enough for a skinny white boy
to
stumble though. The kid fell on his ass as the door slammed shut.
Studying
the kid, Henry wondered why a white boy was in his cell. He looked
about 18 to Henry’s 25 but he knew he looked older than this sickly kid
on the floor.
The
boy got up and stood straight. Waining sunlight fell on to the boy’s
face highlighting his bright blue eyes and a smile that began to form.
Why would he smile made no sense to Henry. His experience with white
folks was not the best. Henry suspected the boy was touched.
“May
I enter?” The boy asked. He sounded like a high-class gentleman his mom
always use to warn him and his siblings about. She never let them
forget the lessons she learned as a house slave, things to watch out
for, things that got you killed.
The
boy patiently waited as Henry looked him over. He seemed to stare at
Henry in the shadows even though sunlight was directly in the boy’s
eyes, making them look eerily unnatural. Unnerved Henry made his voice
hard and rough. “Don’t you be clowning with me boy. We don’t have that
kind of come and go as we please around here. Just you know I’m boss.
You wouldn’t be so proud with that smile on your face if you knew the
look of me.” Henry ended with a growl.
A
smile turned to a frown as the boy bowed his head showing Henry his
short blond hair. “Forgive me please sir. Sometimes I get ahead of
myself.”
Henry
stopped his breath. Is he making fun? Henry thought. “Don’t you be
sassing me boy. You’re not from around these parts if you call a black
man sir.”
Raising
his head the boy’s eyes caught the light and flared bright blue,
unnerving Henry again. He took several steps toward Henry. His hand on
his heart, stopping a foot away from Henry. Were it someone bigger than
the boy Henry would have gotten up with a painful broken wrist or not.
He would never let someone stand over him and not pay for it. Henry was
use to folks being scared of him by his massive build. He reasoned the
boy must not see him or may be the kid was crazy for sure.
He
moved his hand from his heart and carefully placed it on Henry’s. His
expression serious. “You have nothing to fear from me. We’ll be the
best of friends.”
Henry
laughed in his face then suddenly stopped. He noticed his wrist was
free of pain along with every other pain he lived with for so may
years. He was able now to fill his lungs without hurting. His ribs had
never
healed properly from fights the foreman had forced on him. “Where did
the pain go?” Henry
whispered, his eyes went wide with surprise.
A
smile returned to the boy’s face as he lightly touched Henry’s
forehead. Henry’s eyes instantly began to close. “My name is Grey. Rest
now. I promise we’ll talk.” Grey gently guided him down on the cot as
Henry fell deep asleep.
~/|\~
Henry
woke to a darkened cell. Someone was on his side. Glancing
down faint moonlight revealed a boy with close cropped hair. He knew he
wasn’t dreaming. He
could not deny there was a boy’s leg crossing over him and his arm laid
on Henry’s abs. Nor could he ignore the constant pain from ten years
of hard labor and forced fighting was gone. What was this kid named
Grey? Henry thought. Who was he?
Grey’s
leg moved, drawing up across Henry’s hardwood that he was trying not to
focus
on. Henry sucked in air. “Don’t be messing with that boy. You’re too
small for my stuff. Plus, it hurts when it’s bent running down my
pants. So don’t go messing with it,” he growled a friendly warning.
Facing
into Henry’s side Grey’s laugh was muffled. Henry stilled himself
trying to be calm. Does he think I’m playing about that? Henry thought.
His dick had a reputation being a dangerous thing
according to some of the pussy boys around the prison. If they said his
stuff was too big it must be doubly too big for someone who doesn't
have access to good dick anyway.
Grey
turned his face up from Henry’s side. “I know you’re not boasting and
I’m thankful for your reserve. Don’t worry though because it’s no
challenge to me,” he said with a wicked smile. Grey’s bare leg brushed
up against Henry’s tortured wood. He chuckled softly as Henry fidgeted
under him.
Henry
didn’t know if it was the force of his hard dick or something Grey did
but his wood snapped free after he heard fabric tearing. Before his
dick
could slap the boy in the face it was caught at the base by the bend of
Grey’s leg. Henry moaned from skin on skin contact and from cool air on
his dick sticking out like an ebony tree trunk growing between the fold
of Grey’s bent leg.
“It’s
too early for you to have this much trust,” Grey said, “but if you can
trust me, even if it might scare you, I can help you with more than
this impressive thing.” Grey flexed his leg. Henry’s dick responded
with a flex of its own.
“If you keep my pain
away, you got my trust and more.” Henry replied.
With a wide smile Grey
scooted up toward Henry.
Henry’s rod flexed
hard with need. “Boy, you’re getting in to dangerous territory.”
Henry’s voice was gruff.
Grey’s
arm rested on Henry’s chest. He caressed Henry’s nipple slowly. “First
before we get to that I promise your physical pain will not bother you
while we’re together.”
“How’s that?” Henry
whispered.
Grey laughed. In a
whispered he said, “Above our legs will be a light.” A light appeared.
Henry
tensed. Grey kissed Henry’s cheek silently asking him to relax. Henry
inhaled, turned his head to the side, inhaled again and relaxed. Sweet
smell of Spanish moss and fresh pine replaced the stench of stale
sweat, body waste, the smells of a men’s prison.
Grey pulled Henry’s
chin to face him. “What may I call you?”
“Family calls me Big
Henry,” Grey said. “You doing what you did with my aches and pains made
you family in my book.”
“Thank
you Big Henry,” Grey said with real warmth and a smile. “Don’t be
scared about what’s going to happen. A part of me will come out of the
light. It’s going to bring us together. It’s going to look odd." He
paused. " You
ready?”
“Yeah, I’m ready. If
it can take care of this pole waving in the air, let’s get on with it,”
Henry said flexing his dick.
Grey
laughed as a large fleshy creature like a caterpillar without legs nor
eyes protruded out of the light. From the creature’s smooth rosebud
mouth a
thick line of warm saliva dripped on Henry’s testicles.
“Ugh,
sorry about that. This is my first time, so I'm a
little over excited.” Grey said as he ducked his head down to Henry’s
chest.
Warmth
spread through Henry’s balls and down into his scrotum making his dick
impossibly hard. Henry was moved out of his initial shock by pleasure.
“Boy, if we don’t get on with it my dick’s going to explode.”
Grey
raised his head, gave Henry a smile as the creature dove onto Henry’s
waving pole, stopped half way down and spit Henry’s dick back out
leaving it coated with a warm layer of gel.
“Shit!” Henry panted.
The
creature raised its mouth towards Henry and opened to reveal rolls of
ridges dilating open and close one after the other, up and down as far
into its body as Henry could see. It then lowered its opening back
to the tip of Henry’s dick, slowly taking him in.
Grey
paid special attention to Henry’s face for signs of stress and smiled
when it tightened with pleasure. Grey sighed in pleasure himself as he
held, through the connection with the creature, Henry’s dick throb as
it passed a tight muscle ridge that opened enough to let it push
through and squeezed firmly on Henry’s rock hard dick shaft. Henry’s
dick throbbed again as it pushed past another ridge.
With
a kiss from Grey on Henry’s cheek the creature began to glow, turning
transparent as uncolored jelly. Henry watched his dick slide all the
way up the creature, suddenly it sped up.
Grey
inhaled deeply. “You feel so good Big Henry. I feel everything the
connector feels. You can to if you want.” Henry’s nodded yes and Grey
acted when panic flashed across Henry’s face. Grey rubbed the middle of
Henry’s chest. “Easy there. You can handle this. I’m right here. Don’t
try to shout out what you feel. Focus on your dick and go out from
there. It's the hub of a wheel going out. Like
now, I can accept the firmness of your dick like it is mine inside the
connector and it's inside me at the same time. With every thrust and
tug it fills us with almost too much pleasure if we try to shut it
out.” Henry’s eyes relaxed and his nostrils
flared taking in a deep breath. “Yes, that is it. Relax into it.” Grey
encouraged Henry.
The
connector stopped as Grey thought how lucky he was to have sensed Henry
when he stepped foot in this region. Grey smiled as
frustration radiated from Henry, wanting the connector to start pumping
again.
“You are so
beautiful,” Grey whispered inside Henry’s mind.
“Did you say something
and why has it stopped?” Henry asked shifting his eyes to Grey.
“Yes.”
Grey replied with a wink and knew they could translate to a different
location now since Henry could hear his thoughts and he was open enough
to
receive more than normal stimulation. Grey needed to move them so they
could go deeper into help each other.
Grey
focused his thoughts. The cell room began
to be replaced by an open field surrounded by tall
forest trees, a full moon overhead. Only a cot remained.
Henry tensed but
showed no other outer signs of being startled or scared. “This real?”
Henry thought to Grey.
Grey,
proud of Henry for using his mind to speak, picked Henry’s hand up and
leaned his cheek into it, closing his eyes. “Yes, Henry this is all
very
real.” Grey spoke to reinforce the reality of the moment. He started
the connector back in motion with its sounds of wet suction and flesh
slapping against flesh. He placed Henry’s hand down and moved to kiss
Henry’s full lips. Henry did not hesitate to explore Grey’s mouth with his thick
tongue while the connector was pushing him to the edge.
Grey
pulled back and slowed the connector’s pace. “Not yet Big Henry.
There’s something else that needs attention,” Grey said. He was now
able to take a closer look at Henry at a well hidden memory forgotten
that has caused Henry a lifetime of alienation.
Surprised
to find the issue so far back in Henry’s earliest memories Grey
carefully unwound its roots, broking its connections to Henry’s spirit.
He willed its essences into his hand resting on Henry’s chest. Grey
pulled it out once it got close enough to grab and tossed the slimy
undulating memory into the air. He said a word causing it burst into
flame then it turned to ash.
Henry
felt his chest unknot and his spirit lifted making him truly happy for
once. He beamed Grey a smile. Grey
smiled back knowing Henry had rewarded him with his first true smile
since being an adult and from the beauty glowing from inside him.
Grey
climbed off the cot. “Let’s change positions and go to the end of the
cot.” Henry got up moving awkwardly trying not to interrupt the
connector that had picked up speed.
“Yes, here at the
end,” Grey pointed out. “Now turn so you’re facing the cot.”
Once
Henry got in place, his dick and the connector started to grow until it
filled both length and width of the cot. For a moment the pleasure was
too much for Henry but Grey was there by his side, and his presence in
Henry’s head made sure to keep Henry’s mind open so he would not lose
control. Henry’s dick begin to float up off the cot and stopped at his
waist. Henry’s breath lost rhythm. His massive testicles drew up. “I’m
going to nut!” Henry shouted.
Grey rubbed Henry’s
lower back. “Go ahead.”
The
fist ejaculation Henry lost his vision but cleared in time to
see the end of his river of seed streaming out to a light in the field.
Henry’s next ejaculation and the one after that formed a milky glowing
ball floating in a starry night sky. After
Henry’s last nut, he was relieved when his hard dick began to go back
to its normal size as the connector shrunk too.
Exhausted
Henry turned around and fell backwards on the cot. Waiting for Gray to
join him at his side Henry rest his
eyes on the giant milky ball reminded him of his favorite childhood
game, marbles.
Moister
gathered in Henry’s eyes. He whispered, “this is real isn’t and
tomorrow I won’t be back in a cell with a broken wrist, days of pain,
and fights?”
Kissing
his cheek Grey shield his thoughts for a moment thinking to himself
what a poor mistreated man. “This is no dream Henry. You’re as free as
any man now. We can go anywhere and do anything. Along the way we will
gather three more men like you.”
Henry turned his head
and glared at Grey.
“You’re
very important to me and they will be too.” Grey caressed Henry’s
bicep.
“I’m not going to leave you. I can only do what we did with someone
very special like you.” Grey snapped his figures and Henry’s ball
exploded into a cloud of dust and began to funnel into a black velvet
bag that appeared on Henry’s chest gaining noticeable balk as the last
of the dust gathered in it.
“How many men will I
have to deal with?” Henry said with a frown, eyebrows pointed inward
towards his large broad nose.
“Three more and each
will have four attendants.” Grey said with nonchalance. “It’s the way
it is.”
The
connector made one final squeeze from the base of Henry’s still rock
hard dick up to the its tip producing a bead of semen. Grey
pulled Henry’s dick to his lips and took a long lick. Henry noticed
Grey began to fill out, not looking as sick or as thin.
Grey
nodded yes to Henry’s thoughts. “Yes, this is the other reason. Once I
turned 18, I had to begin my search for those with the special ability
to connect with me and allow me to change basic elements. The longer it
took to find one of you the more I began to waste away. It
was
luck you happened to be my modifier for physical nature.” The connector
disappeared allowing Grey full access to
Henry’s big dick and moved it back to his month.
Henry smiled with the
knowledge he had something to offer the little
guy that healed his body.
~/|\~
As
the moon neared the highest point in the sky, most were a sleep, Red
and his brothers gathered at the new circle of stone. “We’re to bless
this.” Red said.
One of Red’s bothers
laughed.“Don’t be so serious. It's a circle jerk. Nothing we ain’t done
before.”
“I
was told different.” Red looked down spat on a stone marked with a
symbol. The stone begun to glow red. His dick went hard instantly.
Looking around every brother were noticing their dicks pitching big
tents
in their baggy overhauls.
The laughing brother
understood now.
“Spread
out around the circle, face in.” Red instructed as he draw his dick
out. They followed his example. A breeze begun to pick up forming a
spiral in the circle as they started to jerk off.
Red was surprised one
already started to cum. His ejaculation, a glowing stream, floated
into the increasing strong rotating wind. Red’s other bothers began to
come as well, adding more glowing seed until strands of it weaved and
spiraled into a column in the middle of the circle.
Red’s
first brother to cum was still ejaculating and he seemed to be getting
thinner, loosing more than just ball juice. Red knew they had better
finish soon or this could go bad quick. So Red forced himself to come,
adding his own seed to the weaving light. He whispered a secret word
Miss had taught him. The column expanded out until it almost touched
him then disappeared leaving behind two figures. Master’s son Grey and
a mountain of a man in black and white prison stripes.
His brothers fell to
the ground emaciated. Red fought hard to stay upright.
“Good
job Red. You made things easier for Henry and me to get home,” Grey
said as reached in to a green sack and pulled out a hand full of white
powder. “Henry would you spit in the air please when I throw this
into the air?”
Grey
tossed the powder and Henry’s spit changed it into a liquid white ball,
then it divided up into smaller balls. “Men please accept this
offering. It will restore your strength. Nan probably didn’t realize I
would
be bring someone as big as Henry with me. My apologies.” With that said
a ball flew into each man’s mouth including Red’s. He felt his strength
restored and could see his brothers were back to normal.
“Thank you,
master Grey.” Red said looking down.
“Please,
no master talk. No need for that illusion with just us here. Now you
and the men go get some will earned sleep. I appreciate what
you did.” Grey smiled then walked off toward the big house, Henry in
hand.
“Hard
for me to believe you’re a slave owner’s son and you being so friendly
to me.” Henry said to Grey as he was pulled into a big white columned
house.
Grey
didn’t look back at Henry. His mind was set on getting settled in and
then to sleep. “This does look like a slave plantation doesn’t it?
Well, that’s not what it is.” Grey paused at the base of the mansion’s
grand staircase, made several gestures with his hands, then started up
the
stairs. Henry followed.
“If you say so, but it
sure would be good to know for sure.” Henry said taking Grey’s hand
into his own.
“I’ll introduce you to
daddy and we’ll settle in for the night.” Grey said with a big grin
while climbing the stairs.
At
the top Grey turned right, walked down a long corridor, and stopped at
two large white ornately carved double doors. Grey was about to knock
when one of the doors slid open. Grey whispers to Henry, “This is dad’s
study. I’m not surprised he knew we’re here.”
Henry could see Grey’s
father setting at a big ornate wood desk with several lanterns
scattered around the room.
“Come
in my little flesh warlock.” Grey’s dad said with a grin as he got up
from behind his desk, moved around it and bent to give Grey a warm
embrace. “Welcome back home.” He released Grey, his hands moved to
Grey’s small shoulders. “I’m relieved you found your first Modifier and
I see he must be an earth helper because you look like you’re back in
the land of the living.” Grey’s father said looking closely up and down
Grey. “He must of been hard to find and just in time I would think. I
was worried sick. No parent wants to loose a child.” Grey’s father
directed a glance toward the towering Henry and smiled at Grey.
“Daddy,
I’m fine. I’m sorry you were worried though.” Grey give his Dad a warm
brief hug then turned to Henry. “This is Henry.” Grey touched Henry’s
arm. “He was difficult to find and he is the best full human I’ve come
across so far. He has all the signs mother taught me to look for. She
would of been proud of his quality and the volume he can produce.” Grey
said as he presented the green velvet bag that prompted a whistle from
Blake.
“Your
Mother rarely got that much from me or your other fathers. He must be
something indeed to produce that much without permanent changes.”
Grey’s father eye’s traveled down to Henry’s groin. Noticing length of
his bulge traveling down past Henry’s knee, he raised an eyebrow. “Or
was there?”
Grey
sighs. “No father. There hasn’t been any lasting changes other than
some physical mending. I was careful. Thomas is all original
to
how I found him. I did learn my lesson’s well from you and mother, you
know.” Grey looked up at Henry. “Let me introduce you to my father and
teacher Blake Wasser, who was mother’s Modifier for water. Father this
is Henry Plower.”
Blake
shock his offered hand with a welcoming nod and grin. “Welcome Henry.
Please feel at home.” Releasing his hand Blake returned back to behind
his desk. “Son, Nan told me in about four days the child Daisy carries
will be ready for a flesh walker. Will you and Henry be ready for that?”
“That
shouldn’t be problem, but a flesh walker, really?” Grey said. “I’ll
visit Mother’s resting site and see if she’ll tell me what she’s up
too. First Henry and I need to get some sleep.” Grey took Henry’s hand
and headed towards the door, turned slightly. “Daddy, it’s good to be
back home.”
~/|\~
Blake
continued to study several memos after Grey had left. Nan
seemed
to
believe Red was ready to be good support for Grey. Snow, she notes, is
questionable. At the thought of Snow a chill caught his attention he
had a visitor.
He should of noticed it sooner but his visitor must be getting tired
camouflaging his gift.
“How long have you
been here Snow?” Black asked glancing down at more papers.
“Long enough. Why did
an outsider have to be one of his partners? Why not one of us?”
“Is
that why you’ve been so disagreeable since Grey left?” Blake said.
“There’s nothing wrong with your brothers and you. All of you would
make wonderful mates for my son but he is his mother’s son. A flesh
mage can only be balanced by four pure humans. You know this
Snow. He will still be in your life. Closer actually than any time
before now. Your father was my wifes lover as all of your brother’s
fathers were her lovers as well. They protected and gave strength her
and her four chosen men. Grey will need the exact same support from
you. Can I trust you to help him, to give him strength?”
Snow
stepped out of the shadows. “Master, I love Grey and will do anything
he asks.” He turned his head slightly. “I hate knowing he was out there
and I couldn't protect him. I’m happy he’s back. A stranger
touching Grey, is hard to accept.”
“I
understand how you feel. Trust me on that.” Blake got up and walked
over to Snow, his white albino skin glistened in flickering
lamp light. “Tomorrow will be a busy day for you and your
brothers. Tell Red, I want both of you to be welcoming to Henry. No
pissing contests. All of you will have a chance with Grey, he still
needs you.”
With a nod, Snow
disappeared back into the shadows.
End of Part 1.
To be continued...
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