Slave to Love

The darkies had Gordon out on the front porch of the house now and down on the stones with his legs spread and, with backlighten' from the flames in the house windows, I could see the darkies had their dongs hangin' out and were gang bangin' Gordon somethin' fierce.

I knew there wasn't a moment to spare. I ran to the horse shed where Massa Edward's horse had been tethered, the young massa still in my arms, half dazed at the poundin' Massa Gordon had given him. I threw him around the saddle of the horse on his belly, and jumping up on it myself, we went poundin' down the drive and turned north on the river road toward Natchez.

In no time, it seemed like the whole section was alight—all of the big houses along the river. We were stayin' just ahead of the stream of darkies from one plantation to the next. Openin' up locked cabins, letting all of the men, with their pent-up anger, out to have their one night of retribution. For certainly it couldn't be more than one night. Surely the white families knew of the possibilities and had an answer to this.

Soon, however, we seemed to be beyond the night of the fire. The horse was flagging. And I knew that Massa Edward must be suffering from how he was strung on the horse. I veered off the road, up a stream comin' down into the Mississippi, and found a glade with soft moss, in sort of a dell, where we could feel some protection from being found and surprised.

I was rubbin' some salve that all plantation men carried with them in their saddle bags when ridin' on Massa Edward's bruised face, when he took my hand and kissed it. He looked into my eyes and smiled.

We both knew then what was gonna happen. Massa Edward laid on his back on the moss and I started kissin' and searchin' with my hands down his chest and his belly. My hands reached his cock first, still hangin' out of his cod piece opening, but my lips soon followed. After a few minutes, though, they continued down as Massa Edward opened and raised his legs and I was tonguing his sweet puckered hole through the rip Mass Gordon had made in his ridin' britches.

I didn't need to open him much more than he already was. There had already been one Jackson-sized cock up in there this night.

And Massa Edward had ideas of his own, he pulled away from me and pushed onto my back and undid the rope holdin' my worn britches up and pulled them off my hips and sent me to glory with the play of his lips and teeth on my Jackson cock.

In short order, I had my crotch between his legs and was fuckin' him for all get out with hard, long, strong Jackson cock thrustin's that had him moanin' and groanin' and crying out that forbidden "Will" name almost until dawn.

We holed up there in that small dell through the next day, with me fuckin' Massa Edward every way from Sunday and him beggin' for more Will Jackson cock, thick, light chocolate stroking in out of alabaster ass all the day long, showin' that I had as good a cock and as much stamina as any of the Jackson men.

No one came for us. And in the next night we saw no rim of light on the horizons denoting that the burnin's hadn't reached this far.

"What we gonna do, Massa?" I asked as we lay there in each other's arms and my cock stroked slowly inside him. "We can't go back. Not unless you want to see me hangin' from the courthouse tree."

"Never that, Will love," murmured Massa Edward, and then he was arching his back again and grabbing my shoulders with his claws and crying out for my deep stroking once more. We came, proud black Jackson seed deep inside him, and precious Tremaine seed up my belly. Then Will took up our conversation again.

"First, you are never to call me massa again, Will. You are my master. With your seed flowing out of me and down my legs, there is no question which of us is the master."

I started to speak, to object, this going completely outside of my world view, but he put his fingers to my lips and shushed me.

"I have relatives up North, in a place called Philadelphia. We will strike out for there. As we travel, you will have to pretend that you are my man, but each night we will find a private place and you can prove once again who is the man. I can't go longer than a day without your cock churning inside me now that I have felt it. I have dreamed of it for so long. No one need know I didn't die in the uprising until we are safely north. There is no slavery there. I will set you up in a business of your own. Our days will be as society dictates, but my nights will be in your arms."

I thought for several minutes, but I could not see the flaw in this plan—and I wanted to bury myself inside him and stay there forever as much as he said he wanted it. And now that I'd done it, I realized that that's what I had wanted since we were first ripening.

"I will go saddle your horse, then, and we will be on the road north," I said simply. I started to rise from him, but he pulled me back on top of him and opened his legs to me again.

"No. This is my last command, though. You will first fuck me again—and maybe again—and then we'll be on our way to a new life."