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THE SLAVE'S OFFER

written by Jamal

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TAGS: MM humil bd sad sm Mdom hist interr BM WM caution


WARNING: This story deals with the BDSM fetish of Raceplay/Racial Domination and as such contains potentially racially offensive discourse and descriptions. Do not read this story if you are likely to be offended by such material, when you are under 18, underage in your jurisdiction and/or otherwise prohibited from downloading/viewing such material. Author extends his sincere apologies to anyone taking offense and wants to make clear this story is entirely fictional, and that he by no means intends to advocate, justify or condone racism and bigotry in any guise and form on the reality level. Its a BDSM inequality play kink story along racial lines of an entirely fictional nature: the Author cannot be held responsible for anything closely or remotely related to this story.


Copyright 2011 by Jamal Brun - do not alter or use in any way without the authors permission.




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THE SLAVE'S OFFER

written by Jamal

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It was a hot summer's day on the old plantation, the merciless sun beat its rays into the dry cracked soil, making the air over it shimmer with heat as it slowly descended in the afternoon sky. The plantation was alive with busy black hands working, bare black feet treading the ground in haste as the slaves worked as hard as they could in the afternoon sun, overseen by ruthless white men assuring they would give this day's work their very best.

A young male slave, glistening with sweat like molten chocolate in the unforgiving sun, cranked the old water pump by the edge of the tobacco field, the rusty cast iron pump screeching and moaning rhythmically as it filled up the bucket hung from its faucet.

Jamal put the bucket to the ground, cupped his hands together, plunged them into the slightly yellowish water and eagerly drank from his hands, plunged them in and drank again, and again, parched in the heat. The water was sulfurous and tasted of the rusty iron of the pipe that had brought it up, but it was cool, refreshing, it was the only water the young black buck had ever tasted on the plantation he grew up in, so it was good to him and tasted, if anything, of home.

The black slave took handsful of water and slapped them to his face, his chest, enjoying the cooling and washing the sweat off his body, when hoofbeats approached, and halted near him.

"Wasting the white man's water nigger?" A male voice sharply inquired and Jamal stood up, turned, and faced the rider.  It was Massa Patrick, Old Massa Kinsey's eldest son, twenty-six years old, about seven years older than Jamal was.

"Uhh no Massa Kinsey Sir!" Jamal said, standing straight, with young Massa's gaze upon him.

"Goddammit nigger Jamal, you're telling me no boy?" the young white male reached for his riding crop.

"Uhh yes Massa, wasting the white man's water Massa. I was hot Massa." Jamal said hastily, then nodded his head in humility. Massa Patrick took his riding crop off his belt and pointed it at Jamal, who bit his lip looking at it.

"You're a nigger, you're supposed to be able to stand the heat boy." Jamal squeaked softly at the remark.
"Gonna tell your Master no again, nigger Jamal?"

"No Massa.. Uhh I mean I didnt plan to Massa."

"Well its way too hot for me to get down there and teach you a lesson.."

"Thank you Massa, Sir!" Jamal gratefully said and gave a quick appreciative nod. Massa Patrick now pointed his crop at the bucket.

"Drench Belle with fresh water." Massa Patrick said, Jamal quickly flung the contents of the bucket between the mounds of the nearby tobacco plants, and briskly pumped up a fresh bucket.

"Been having a good day Massa?" He cheerfully said, pumping energetically, and Massa Patrick spat at the ground between them.

"If a nigger like you don't like this heat, how do you think I feel boy?"

"True words Massa, riding to get a bit of wind around you Massa?" Jamal took the bucket and clutched it to his chest, then came up to Belle, slowly so the horse didn't startle.  The beautiful brown horse stepped forward, plunged her head into the bucket Jamal held up and started drinking.

"Yeah.. And you, working hard for me, nigger Jamal?"

"Aww always Massa Kinsey Sir!" Jamal said and tried to look dignified as he held onto the bucket Belle was pushing against with her nuzzle. Massa Patrick looked at Jamal more closely and asked:

"That there new Overseer, how's that going?"

"Oh nothing bad Massa, he keeps the pace up and when he beats its nothing too bad Massa."

"Nothing bad said the nigger..." Massa Patrick remarked.

"Well he's new to it Massa, we all can tell. Finding the pace of things. We're going easy till he finds his way." Massa Patrick laughed and gave Jamal a light tap on his cheek with the riding crop that stung just a little bit.  Jamal grinned at him.

"He beats Massa and hard too. When there's something we go at him one at a time so he doesn't get mad. He gets nervous when there's more and we get close." Belle put her head up and nudged Jamal's chest with her snout, giving it a lick. Jamal got the hint, walked to the pump and filled another bucket, then held it up to her again and let her drink, stroking Belle's mane. A fiery sting of the riding crop on the back of his hand made him cry out and quickly hold the bucket in both arms again.

"Ouch Massa!"

"I don't want your black hands touching my horse without permission, nigger!"

"Uhh sorry Massa, being nice to Belle Massa.."

"Belle doesn't need a nigger to be nice, she needs a nigger to hold that bucket still." Jamal squeaked softly and lowered his gaze, looking at Belle drinking.

"I'm beginning to think you're getting too comfortable around me nigger." Massa Patrick said with urgency to his voice,
"Might teach you a lesson after all."

"Uhh won't happen again Massa, Sir.." Jamal humbly said, almost under his breath, shivering at Massa's tone of voice that he knew all too well.

"Is the nigger forgetting his place?"

"No Massa honest." Belle got her head out of the bucket, and prodded Jamal's chest appreciatively with her wet nose, then held her head high. Jamal looked in the bucket, she had had enough.

"Put that bucket on the ground nigger." Jamal stepped back and complied.
"Now you said you were thirsty, nigger Jamal?"  Jamal moaned softly and slowly nodded.
"I didn't catch that."

"Uhh.. Yes Massa Kinsey Sir, nigger Jamal is thirsty Sir."

"Then get on your knees and drink, nigger." Jamal closed his eyes, feeling the humiliation stab him in the chest, then looked up at Massa Patrick on his high horse, he got on his knees, cupped his hands together and plunged them in the bucket. He retrieved them, looked at the water for a moment, then gulped and drank it down. The water tasted of home, but it now also tasted of horse. Jamal's throat tried to clench to refuse it, but the slave forced it and swallowed, then took more water and reluctantly drank the horse water down, watched closely by Massa and Belle.

"Thank your Master for the white man's water, nigger." Jamal closed his eyes so firmly that purple stars shot through the darkness, but not firmly enough to keep the tears away.
"Sun caught your eyes nigger?" Jamal opened his eyes again, on his knees looking up at the white Massa on his big horse, the two lone tears rolling off his cheeks.

"No Massa.. Nigger Jamal thanks you for the white man's water Massa." Massa Patrick chuckled in amusement.

"Then don't let it get to waste nigger." Jamal looked at the bucket and clutched his belly, already filled with water. He gulped and obeyed, drinking more cupped hands of it, his belly overfilled with horse water.
"That's enough nigger, you'd drink it all if I let you. The rest is for the tobacco."

"Thank you Massa!" Jamal said gratefully, and quickly got up and poured the remainder of the water on a tobacco mound.

"Nigger!" Massa Patrick barked, and Jamal quickly got in front of the white rider, standing straight as an arrow, his feet cooled by the wat spot on the ground where he had drank. Massa Patrick looked at him, smiling cruelly.
"I want my boots shined."

Jamal gulped, untied the cord of his white canvas slave pants and got out of them. He saw Massa Patrick tilt his head and purse his lips as he looked without discretion at what was revealed. Jamal got to the side of the rider, took his slave pants and started rubbing Massa's dusty boot quickly with it. Massa looked down to him doing it, and gave his cheek a light tap with the riding crop. Jamal looked up, still rubbing, this time no grin on his face.

"Look at me. Is your place slowly coming back to you nigger?" Jamal quickly nodded.

"Yes Massa, Sir." Massa Patrick looked at him closely.

"Who's my puny little shoe shine nigger?" Jamal squeaked softly, trembling. He knew the game.

"N-nigger Jamal is Massa Kinsey's puny little shoe shine nigger, Massa." Massa tapped Jamal's cheek again with his riding crop, lightly but hard enough to sting the exact same place it had landed several times now.

"Other boot, shoe shine nigger." Jamal quickly walked around Belle and started hurriedly rubbing Massa's other boot with his slave pants, that were now covered in dust. Massa looked down to him in cruel fascination.
"Thank your white Master, little shoe shine nigger, that he let you brush them first."  Jamal gasped, making Massa smile even more.

"N-nigger Jamal thanks Massa Kinsey for letting him be his little shoe shine nigger. Please no Massa..." Massa Patrick slowly nodded yes.

"You know how Master likes his little shoe shine nigger shining his boots, nigger Jamal." Jamal's eyes filled with tears and he softly whispered:

"Please Massa, no.." Massa Patrick looked him right in his eyes.

"This could be a very educational afternoon for you, nigger Jamal..." He softly said, in a twisted way making it sound almost affectionate,
"Want me to teach you once and for all about saying no to the white man?"

Jamal closed his eyes and moaned softly. The riding crop tapped his cheek again, right on that sore spot. Jamal's eyes shot open, he looked hesitantly up at the cruel white man on his brown horse, who smiled down at him.

"Now would be a good time, nigger Jamal." Massa Patrick calmly said, and let the thong of his riding crop brush past Jamal's full brown lips.

Jamal looked at him with begging eyes, but found no mercy in his. He lightly held Massa Patrick's boot in his hands, then bowed down close to it.  He parted his full lips, shivered lightly and put his tongue to the dry hot leather, and started licking. He tried to make as little wet sounds as possible and licked in long strokes, knowing full well how it would look to Massa from up there. He felt movement above and then felt Massa's strong hand gently pat and rub his cornrows.

"There now, nigger Jamal.  There's my little black shoe shine boy.." Jamal sobbed as his tears dripped upon the leather, and he tasted the salt of them licking them off.
"Now I like you, nigger Jamal.. Enough of a good nigger to do as told, but feisty enough to make it more interesting."  Jamal licked upward in quick strokes, his head bobbing as he was determined to get it over with.

"Thank you Massa Kinsey Sir.." he moaned in turmoil, assuring the brown boot would shine. He halted and stood up again, tears flowing from his eyes. Massa Patrick looked down at his boot, moving his foot around a bit, inspecting it.

"Now you do that better than any nigger here, nigger Jamal, and sure a bit better than the last time.." Jamal squeaked, struggling to get his tears under control.
"Practice makes perfect and I'm sure gonna make you practice nigger. Other boot." Jamal quickly hurried around and lightly took hold of Massa's other boot and bent down quick not to have to face him. Jamal swallowed, moved his mouth to make some spit and closed his eyes, put his tongue to the boot leather, that taste he had come to know, and started licking. He felt Massa rubbing his cornrows again.
"Theres my good little shoe shine nigger..."

Jamal's tears dried up, but his belly quivered more than before as he carried on, intensely humliated. His bright pink tongue hastily licked and lapped at the brown leather, making it shine even more after the polishing. He licked and licked and gave a soft moan as he heard Massa Kinsey chuckle. He licked as fast he could, then looked the boot over and stood up straight again, smacking his lips, swallowing the dryness. Massa Patrick shot a quick bolt of lightning with his eyes.

"T-t-thank you f-for letting nigger Jamal b-be your little shoe shine nigger, Massa Kinsey Sir."

Massa Patrick smiled mildly, then reached down with his riding crop and pushed Jamal's half hard dick to the side, then prodded it again as it dangled back.

"I could've sworn that nigger dick was at another angle just now.." Massa Patrick said smiling,
"Do you like the taste of my boots, nigger Jamal?" Jamal clenched his teeth, thickening his stringy jaw muscles for a moment, and lowered his gaze, silently cursing his snake.

"Uh no Massa, no Sir."

"Ah. Telling the white man no again, are we nigger? Look at me." Jamal looked up at the white Master on his big horse, his eyes cringing.

"Massa.. nigger Jamal likes the taste of Massa's boots, Massa Kinsey Sir." Massa Patrick smiled wide.

"Very good, my nigger." Massa Patrick put his riding crop away and Jamal sighed softly in relief.

"Now to further your education, nigger Jamal.. When the white man orders, you obey at once. Say it."

"Nigger Jamal will obey at once when the white man orders, Massa, Sir."

"Good nigger. Give me that rag." Jamal picked his dust covered slave pants off the ground and gave them to Massa Patrick, worried.
"Good nigger. And when the white man calls, the nigger comes running."

"Uhm.. When the white man calls nigger Jamal comes running, Massa, Sir."

"Good nigger. Now, my African ape, we're going to put both into practice..." Massa Patrick cruelly smiled,
"I'm going to ride to the tobacco curing shed, and nigger Jamal is going to run as fast as his black nigger feet can carry him after me, running as fast as a nigger can run to the white man. I'm going to wait there and watch you come running like a good little field nigger and if I'm pleased you get your rag back, and won't be punished by your Overseer for losing it. Too many words for you, nigger?"

"Massa, nigger Jamal is gonna come running as fast as he can, yes Sir." Massa Patrick spurred Belle and rode away as fast as the big horse could run. Jamal clutched his head in his hands and gave a single pained sob. There he stood on a seering hot afternoon, naked and utterly humiliated, made to run on a stomach fill of dirty water. How could getting refreshed turn so bad?

Jamal lifted his foot, put his finger between his big toe and second toe and made his toes grasp, then did the same with the other foot. He grabbed his foot behind him and pulled his leg back, stretching the muscles, then did the same with his other leg, stretching. He spat in his hands, slapped them together and started running.

Jamal's feet slapped on the ground as he ran as fast as he could, and in this afternoon's heat at once the sweat started pouring. Jamal's cock and balls slapped against his thighs, his overfilled belly sloshed as he ran and ran, determined to, since he had to do this, at least impress Massa Patrick with his speed and effort. 

He ran and ran, past a line of slaves passing water buckets, his soles tortured by the seering hot, cracked soil roard. Around the bend in the road he saw the tobacco curing shed and gave it everything he had, running as fast as he could, sweat pouring off of him. He let out a booming cry as he stepped on a branch, almost falling but running fast as he could to Massa Patrick who was awaiting him in the distance. 

In the final hundred yards Jamal growled and snarled with strain as he ran with all his strength and speed, breath pumping, he jumped the last meters, buried his heels in the sand and braced against the velocity, then stood there, panting with all his body, the sweat runing off him.

Massa Patrick casually tossed his slave pants in his face, which fell to the ground, and Jamal dropped to his knees, struggling to breathe.

"Good nigger. Now get back to the field and water that god damned tobacco boy." Massa Patrick said and spurred Belle, gallopping away leaving Jamal, naked on his knees, gasping for breath on the ground.

Jamal watched him ride off in the distance, racked up his phlegm and spat out the dirt left in his mouth from licking Massa's boots. When he regained his breath he got on his feet, opened the tobacco curing shed and went inside. The curing shed was not used this time of year, so now served for storage. Jamal lay down in a heap of straw, arms and legs wide and just looked at the sooty ceiling, feeling his heart and breath calm slowly. For a few minutes he just lay there in exhaustion, feeling the blood course through his veins, smelling the sweet cured tobacco smell of the shed.

Jamal closed his eyes and murred softly. He let his hand slide down and started groping his snake, which soon responded to his tender care. As his dick grew the just couldn't shake the image of Massa Patrick smiling so cruelly as he made him do all those terrible things, and then the things themselves,.as his excitement grew. He gave his dick a firm squeeze. Why did his snake betray him, why of all moments had it stirred as he did the worst thing of all, licking Massa's boots? He gave a soft moan and licked his lips, squirming in eyes-closed pleasure as he was about to make sure his snake wasn't going to embarrass him for at least a while. He was so deeply into his treat of self pleasure, that he never even heard the footsteps.

"YOU NO GOOD LAZY NIGGER SON OF A BITCH!!" a white voice roared, Jamal's eyes shot open and saw the new Overseer stand right in front of him, rolled up whip in hand. Jamal got up quick but the new Overseer gave him a big shove, landing him on his back in the straw again. Jamal held his hands to the sides of his head, spreading his arms in a helpless gesture. The new Overseer looked at his throbbing black dick, then at him and barked:

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing nigger?!" Jamal squirmed in fear, eyes wide, trembling.

"Me, I, I.. I was playing Massa Sir, resting from running for Massa Patrick Sir." The Overseer put the sole of his boot to Jamal's throbbing eight-incher, pressed it down on his belly and growled:

"Did Master Thompson tell you to play with your DICK nigger?!"

"N-n-no Massa Sir no.." The Overseer's foot pressed down harder, and he threw out his whip.

"Did the NIGGER have permission to be LAZY?" Jamal quickly shook no.

"No Massa, no no please.. I was so tired Massa, please Sir!" The new Overseer spat and the spit splattered on Jamal's cheek. Jamal didn't rub it off he just lay there, arms spread helplessly, trying to back into the straw on the ground.

"Can you tell me nigger, since I'm new and all, what happens to lazy niggers here?!" he started twisting his boot upon Jamal's dark brown snake, as if squashing a nasty bug.

"P-p-please d-don't gimme no beating Massa please!"

"And why the FUCK not nigger?!"

"Please, please Massa no, no Massa.." The new Overseer lashed out and made the straw next to Jamal's head explode, who cried most unmanly in utter fright.
"Massa, I'm gonna be a real good nigger for you Massa!"  The Overseer lashed out again, now the straw on the other side of Jamal's head exploded,
"Nooooo!!!"

"GOOD ISNT GONNA CUT IT NIGGER!"

"Please Massa no! Please don't beat me Massa! Please!" The Overseer spat Jamal in his face, pinning him to the straw with his boot, and drew his whip-arm back menacingly.

"Massa! I'll suck your dick Massa!" The new Overseer dropped his whip arm and took a step back, looking disturbed.

"You WHAT?!" Jamal gulped.

"I'm gonna suck your dick Massa.  Real good. Like you never had it done Massa.."  The new Overseer seemed to have lost his concentration.

"Like fuck I never had it done like that nigger.." Jamal got on his knees, entangling his fingers and shaking his hands pleading.

"Please Massa let me suck your dick just right Massa. They say I got the mouth for it Massa, look.." Jamal slowly licked his full brown lips and Massa shook his body, as if shaking off the thought. Jamal realized there was no way back now.

"This isn't right nigger, you're a man..."  Jamal smiled, tense but noticing leeway.

"Aww but you're a man too Massa.. You know how good it feels to have your dick sucked Massa.. especially if its done just right by someone who knows exactoly how it should feel.."

"You're a nigger!"

"Aww like the song goes Massa, 'look away, look away'.. All that matters to you is a good wet mouth Massa, be honest. Your dick isn't gonna tell the difference.. Please Massa, don't mess me up for three days with that big old whip Massa, put it away and I'm gonna treat you right.."

"You'd bite me!" Jamal grinned wide. The new Overseer startled realizing what he just said.
"No! I'm not gonna let you do that you filthy nigger!"

"Naww I'm not gonna bite it and you know it Massa.. They'd kill me and thats just the good part. You know I'm not gonna bite and that it's gonna feel so good the way I do it Massa!"

"Nigger!"

"Co'mon Massa.. Please. You know your dick wants it. Dont deny it this pleasure Massa. New experience."

"Please stop this, nigger." The new Overseer said hesitantly.

"Co'mon Massa Overseer Sir.. Its nigger Jamal's way to welcome you to the plantation.." The Overseer stood there in silence for a moment.

"You're not gonna bite me now?" Jamal smiled wide, making a gentle bow with his head.

"No Massa, it's gonna feel great and you know it." Jamal winked. The new Overseer frowned.

"And you're gonna spread rumors about me?"

"Massa you'd beat me across the field if I told anyone. You know its true.." Jamal smiled intimately and lowered his voice,
"You also know its true Massa that all you want right now is to close that door and open those pants so you can put your nigger Jamal to work for you." The new Overseer tried to stifle a smile.

"Dammit nigger you put me on the spot saying it like that! Damn you!"

"Next damn you'll be saying is 'damn good' Massa.  You know it's true. Co'mon Massa, your nigger Jamal is not gonna bite it and not gonna tell anyone. You're smiling Massa! You know you want to. No man is all harsh and tough, not even a strong white Massa like you." The Overseer frowned.

"Massa if you're going to chicken out and beat me I can't stop you, but please admit that part of you likes the idea.."  The new Overseer scratched his chin nervously.
"Look Massa, you'd be doing me a big favor and nigger Jamal's going to work extra hard for you when you're overseeing." The new Overseer sighed.

"Jamal.. Look nigger I'm going to give you a light punishment for lazing and being so goddamn lewd.."

"But Massa..?" Jamal looked up hopefully.

"But you're going to close the shed door now and get on your knees in front of me."  Jamal grinned wide, got up and closed the shed door, then walked up to the new Overseer, standing a bit too close and a bit too long, then dropping to his knees. Jamal lookes up, smiling wide.

"I just know you have something wonderful for me Massa!" He winked.

"Don't be so friendly nigger, please." The new Overseer said, rolled up his whip and put it on his belt.  Jamal put his lips to Master's bulge and blew in steaming hot air.
"Oh.." Jamal's lips, tongue and teeth found the first fly button and undid it with a pop as the pants adjusted. The Overseer's eyes widened as Jamal undid the second button that way.
"You.. done this before nigger.." Jamal looked up, grinned wide and slowly nodded.

"Yes but I can't tell Massa, you understand..." The Overseer nodded, Jamal came closer and undid the third button with his mouth. The new Overseer widened his collar and looked around the shed.
"No one's gonna come here Massa.. Except you." The Overseer blushed. 

"Get it over with nigger!" Jamal opened the fourth button and whispered.

"If you would reach Massa.." The Overseer reached into his pants and brought out his cock. It was the same color as he, half hard and about five inches long.  The Overseer let go and put his hands to his sides, one hand on his whip, the other on his pistol.

"It gets bigger than this, nigger." He said somewhat defensively, and Jamal smiled:

"On it, Massa!" Jamal came closer and started licking the white man's cock, which eagerly responded and grew to his wet attention. Jamal started licking it more, curling his tongue around it, making it dangle as it grew. The new Overseer sighed, and like the song went, looked away. 

Jamal licked his lips, put them to the tip of the now six inches long white cock, and with the tip of his tongue tickled the slit. The new Overseer moaned and held onto his shoulders, bending a bit forward.  Jamal grinned and whispered: 

"Hold on tight Massa!"

Jamal slid the glans into his mouth and closed his soft brown lips behind it, his tongue eagerly licking and moving the glans inside his mouth, making it swell with slow sucking.

"Oooh damn I'm getting sucked by a nigger!" The new Overseer exclaimed and firmly held onto Jamal's strong shoulders. Jamal very carefully embraced Massa's legs, making sure to hug low so Massa wouldn't feel threatened. He slid Massa's cock deeper into his mouth and began bobbing his head, rhythmically, sucking slowly and kneading Massa's shaft with his lips. The new Overseer moaned softly but evermore urgently and Jamal took up the pace of his sucking.

Massa took hold of Jamal's head, fingers tight over his soft cornrows and began thrusting into his mouth and the front of his throat, Jamal slurping hungrily with loud wet noises that excited Massa into thrusting harder and harder.  Jamal moaned in excitement, in unison with Massa, his voice vibrating Massa's cock.

Suddenly the new Overseer tightened his grip and started forcefully thrusting into Jamal's mouth, harder and harder, Jamal could do nothing but hold on and let himself be mouth fucked, sucking and licking as best he could.

"Nnnnnnghhhhh...." The Overseer moaned and his seed gushed into Jamal's mouth.  Jamal kept sucking, gulping down the sticky salty juices, sucking the last drops out of the Overseer's dick. The overseer moaned, grabbed hold of Jamal's shoulders and came to breath, whith Jamal slowly sucking his now flaccid, soft cock.

The Overseer pushed him back a bit, and rubbed Jamal's cheek with his thumb, looking down smiling softly.

"Good nigger." he praised.

"Thank you Massa." The Overseer rubbed on, and fell silent for a while.

"You kept your promise nigger.. Shewt I never had it done like that."

"Nigger Jamal hopes you'll keep yours Massa." The new Overseer nodded.

"Are all you niggers this good at sucking cock?" Jamal grinned wickedly.

"Only one way to find out Massa." The Overseer gave him a light corrective slap to the cheek, right on the spot that was still a bit sore.

"Lewd."

"I'm sorry Massa Overseer, Sir." Jamal smiled. The Overseer looked at Jamal, curious.

"Ain't you gonna spit, nigger?" Jamal shook his head and gulped to fortify it.

"No Massa, would be rude to you Sir."

"I told you not to be so friendly and I meant it nigger. It makes me nervous."

"As you wish Massa." The new Overseer tucked himself back in and buttoned up. He took a step back and looked down. He frowned.

"That black dick of yours, nigger. It's hard."

"Sorry Massa Overseer, Sir." The Overseer looked at him suspiciously.

"Almost like you liked doing that just now, nigger."

"It has a mind of its own Massa." The Overseer frowned.

"Ask it what it wants."

"Umm.. it wants the thing I was doing with it when you came in Massa. I think."

"Well I sure as hell ain't gonna oversee that, that's for damn sure!" The Overseer growled.
"I'm gonna go now and you go and do that, and do it right, then come back to the field and water those plants nigger."

"Yes Massa, Sir."

"No funny looks."

"No Massa."

"No funny comments."

"No Massa."  The Overseer gently rubbed the kneeling slave's cheek with his thumb,

"No light punishment." Jamal smiled wide.

"Thank you, Massa."  The new Overseer rubbed Jamal's cornrows, softer than he had imagined, and petted his head.

"Good nigger." The Overseer turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

"Welcome to the plantation Massa.." Jamal whispered after him, grinned and fell back into the straw to give attention ot the willing.





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