Matthew's Saga
By
Deep Diver
(Coypright 2010, by Deep Diver, all rights reserved)
Editor: Smokey
Published by Deep Diver at Smashwords
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All persons and events in this story are fictitious.
Dedicated to all who still live enslaved by the invisible bonds of tyranny
Chapter 1
Matthew's life was tough but not any worse than any other 17 year-old slave. In many ways his was far better. At least he was living with his natural family, in their own small cottage, on the grounds of old man Fredrick's plantation. There was plenty of food and since Mathew's father was Fredrick's personal butler, he and his family were treated much better than field slaves in general and somewhat better than the workers on of Fredrick's estate. Fredrick believed that he got better service out of slaves that felt that they were appreciated and well cared for.
Fredrick was a widower who only had one son that seldom came around. At most, he came home a couple of times a year. He had gone off at the age of eighteen to study at the University and after graduation, married a young debutante from a wealthy family and remained in the city.
Frederick was somewhat disappointed that his son did not share his love for working the land and feared for the future of the plantation, which made a tidy profit, for which Frederick was well respected among the town folk.
Mathew had been trained as the Blacksmith's assistant and spent most of the day, shoeing horses or fixing broken wheels or the other rudimentary machinery that was always breaking down.
Matthew was in great physical shape since he was often in charge of working the bellows, which heated the fire. Sometimes, his job was chopping wood or cleaning the ashes out of the forge. Periodically, he got to accompany his dad and Mr. Fredrick on the wagon when they went into town to buy supplies. He loved seeing the people in their fancy clothes and the many things that were on sale at the General Store.
On one trip, old man Fredrick told Matthew to pick out something nice for his mother. Fredrick got a kick out of watching Matthew try to decide which item his mother might like better. Matthew could never decide and eventually let his dad indicate with his eyes, what he thought his wife would prefer.
Sometimes Fredrick would surprise Matthew with a bag of sweets, which he would hand him after he got all the sacks of flour, salt and sugar loaded on the wagon. Matthew would just stuff it into his pocket and wait until they got home to share them with his three brothers and two sisters.
There was always much work to be done on the plantation, but Matthew and his brothers always went to bed with full stomachs, slept soundly and securely in their cottage and never felt the sting of a whip, nor did any slave on the estate have any scars from beatings, which was rare for slaves back then. Matthew heard the rumors that Fredrick was sleeping with one of the household girls, but no one ever accused him of raping or forcing her. Matthew was nearing the marrying age and wondered what Fredrick had in mind for him.
Some of the other guys his age would tease him and tell him that Fredrick would soon be hiring him out for stud fees. Matthew always brushed off such teasing, but down deep he feared such a fate.
One day, Fredrick sent for Matthew to come to his office. When he arrived he took off his hat and waited outside the old man's door, to be called inside.
“Matthew, you there yet?” called Fredrick.
“Yes sum, I is here, Mr. Fredrick.”
“Well, get you ass in here, and don't keep us waiting,” said Fredrick.
Matthew walked into Mr. Fredrick's office and saw another white man, whom he had never seen before. Matthew nodded to him respectfully.
“Matthew, strip out of your clothes and let my guest examine your body.”
In all his nearly eighteen years, Mr. Fredrick, nor anyone else, had ever told him to take off all his clothes before. Embarrassment flooded Matthew's head, but he dare not protest. For the first time in his life, he was confronted with the reality that a slave has no free will.”
“Don't just stand there like you didn't understand me. Drop those pants and take off your shirt!” hollered Fredrick, at the slow moving young man.
Matthew undid the buttons of his shirt and dared to stare into the eyes of the white men who were staring not at his eyes, but at his physical attributes.
Once Matthew was stark naked, Fredrick instructed him to put his hands behind his head and to turn around slowly.
“Your are totally right. You are producing excellent stock. This nigger would bring in a tidy sum at auction,” said the other white man.
“No, No, I am not in the slave selling business, but I have chosen carefully which of my slaves are allowed to breed and as you can see, this male is perfectly proportioned and in excellent shape. Matthew, open your mouth wide so this man can see your pearly white teeth.”
Matthew felt as if he were an animal in the stock market and resentment toward the man that he thought of more as a grandfather than his master. He wondered how Fredrick could bring himself to look upon another human being, as if he were nothing more than a piece of his property. Matthew feared that the jokes about him being hired out as a stud, might be in fact be coming true.
Suddenly, Fredrick grabbed Matthew's dick and began pumping it. Matthew was mortified and the shock of being touched without any warning, kept him soft. Frederick released the slave's penis and told him to get himself hard, so that they could be sure that he had no dysfunction. It took Matthew a good while to overcome his shame and anger, but he finally managed to get his cock fully engorged.
“See that, Prime USA slave stock. I didn't mind paying premium price for his mother and sire and it paid off in those good genes getting passed down into their offspring,” bragged Fredrick.
“Okay, Matthew, whack it off good and show us how much cum you make,” ordered the old man.
Matthew looked at his owner in total shock. He had always known Fredrick to be a fine upstanding beacon of justice and kindness, but with this latest order, Matthew began to see that he was just like the rest of the slave owners.
“Boy, you had better start pumping that piston and be thankful. I could just as easily have you castrated or have your cock shortened a few inches. After all, it isn't right that a slave have a bigger cock than the master!” said Fredrick, in order to motivate the young slave.
Matthew tried to concentrate on his efforts with his fist while attempting to forget his disappointment and anger with Fredrick and think about getting himself off.
“I'm sorry that he is a bit slow. I guess I've been too lax in training him. Perhaps if, I shove my cane up his asshole, he will respond more promptly,” said Fredrick to his guest.
The very idea of having Fredrick's cane shoved up his bum, was enough to push Matthew over the edge and he shot his wad at least thee feet straight out. Since he hadn't cum for some time, he spewed out wave after wave of copious ejaculate.
Matthew was surprised how intense was his pleasure, which he did his best to hide from the two older whites, who were staring at his penis which was quickly returning to it flaccid state.
“Good boy, now get down on your knees and clean my carpet before you slave juice stains it,” ordered Fredrick, raising his cane slightly, to let Matthew know that he meant what he said.
Matthew would have preferred to die than be humiliated in that way, or so he thought, but as he began lapping up his cum, his cock became even stiffer than before. He was glad to be bent over so that he could hide his condition from the spying eyes of the white masters.
Later that day, Matthew discovered that he wasn't the only slave on the plantation that had been evaluated. Rumors where flying that the old man was going to sell the plantation, but in fact, he knew that his son had no concept of the value of his property and anticipating that post his demise, his son would probably put the place up for sale, he wanted to leave a clear estimate of everything he owned. It took several days for the slaves to begin to relax, after such a dramatic change in Fredrick's treatment of them.
Matthew surmised that the rest of his family had been submitted to such indignities, but didn't permit himself to dare imagine how his mother and sisters where evaluated. His passive acceptance of his slave state was eroding slowly.
Within six months, old man Fredrick was no more. His son, Richard had no desire to live out in the country, far from the city and even much less to expand his fortune through farming the land. What's more, he didn't believe in slavery, in spite of the fact that his fortune was made from the sweat of slave labor. Nor was he so liberal that he was about to free his slaves. He promised to try to sell the plantation lock, stock and barrel, but there was a threat of a civil war brewing and few people wanted to invest in the land. Richard had been nursed by Matthew's mama and did free her and her husband, but not her children. So what was meant to be a gift, in fact, turned out to be just the opposite.
Since there were no buyers to be found for the entire estate, it had to be auctioned off in parcels. The slaves were divided into various groups. Household slaves sold well, since they had far more training than field laborers.
Matthew was very surprised when he was brought out of the stable alone. Apparently the assessor that had rated the value of old man Fredrick's property, had spread the word among some of his friends and associates, that a very well endowed, with a very nicely proportioned physique was going to auction. Again Matthew underwent the indignity of being stripped of his clothes and ogled by the gathering of upper class gents. He stared out into the crowd in defiance, until someone slapped the back of his head and ordered him to look at the floor.
Since he was looking down, he didn't get a chance to see who won the bidding, but the gavel finally fell and he was allowed to cover his privates with his tattered clothes. One of the auctioneer's henchmen clasped irons around his ankles as well as his wrists with cuffs, joined by a rusty old chain. It was the first time that he knew the feel of cold metal on his skin, but even its chafing of his skin was much easier to bear, than the resentment of being treated like an animal.
He was hauled out to a waiting coach and made to get up into the back seat, which was high and behind the interior of the wagon. Matthew looked around trying to get one last glimpse of any members of his family, but it was hopeless. There was so much chaos, crying and screaming from slaves that had almost forgotten what it was like to be bartered and sold like stock. Since Matthew was stretching his head, trying to locate his family, to at least wave good-bye, he did not see his new master get into the coach below. It wasn't until the whip cracked and the team of horses lunged forward, that he realized that he was about to see the land on which he had been born for the last time.
The coach stopped several times on the road to rest and water the horses and the trip took hours before they finally arrived in Charleston at a large house, which seemed like a narrow building until one realized that the side of the house was facing the street and in fact the house was much longer than one might expect. Matthew learned that since houses in Charleston were taxed by their frontage, that the custom had grown to build homes facing sideways.
Matthew only got a quick glimpse of his master, as he descended from the coach and entered into the house. Matthew was taken to a second small cabin located on the opposite side of the house, where the servants lived. He was unchained and shown were he could bathe and given some ill-fitting clothes and fed. He looked around at the other slaves, who were all treating him as the poor innocent boy. Matthew sensed that something was brewing and they weren't about to tell him, what they all knew was awaiting him.
“How comes you all look so sad?” asked Matthew.
No one dared answer him. They didn't want to be responsible for his reaction to what they knew about their master.
Finally, the cook spoke. “Our master is basically a good man. He treats us well enough, as long as we do our jobs. Each of us has what’s we got to do. You do what the master tell you. Ain't nobody here going to judge you. A slave has to obey his master.”
The others nodded their assent, but there was something very ominous in the air, like if a storm were brewing.
“I was trained as a blacksmith's assistant,” said Matthew.
“Well, boy, you in the city now and our master doesn't run a livery stable, so you might just forget about doing any shoeing horses,” said Thomas, an elderly manservant. Matthew expected to be called by an overseer, but Thomas explained that the master didn't have one and generally each of the slaves knew their responsibilities. “The master only informs us of special jobs.”
“So why did he buy me?” asked Matthew. What job does he need done?”
“Well, there was another boy here, but one day, he just disappeared. We never knew if he ran or if he was sold off. He was just gone,” replied Thomas.
“So what did he do here?” insisted Matthew, bewildered by the silence of the others.
“Let's just say that he was a special servant and only he and the master knew what he had to do,” said Thomas.
Matthew swallowed a gulp of air and fought the temptation to imagine what services he was going to have to provide his new master.
The group was still accompanying Matthew in the kitchen when the Master sent for him.
Chapter 2
Thomas showed Matthew the way up to the Master's room. Just before they arrived at his door, Thomas whispered, “If you obey and please the Master well, your life here can be rather good, compared to some other places. Be a good boy and remember, no one has the right to judge you. We have little choice, but to obey. That door is to the Master's suite.”
Matthew knocked gently on the door and got no reply, so he knocked a bit harder.
“No need to break down my door, enter without knocking when I send for you!” ordered the Master, who had his back to the door when Matthew entered.
“Yes'um,” replied Matthew, looking around the impressive room brightly lit by large windows.
“Matthew,” said the Master, without turning around, but continuing to look out his window, “what I am about to do with you must not be revealed to any living soul. I want you to promise me, that you will not tell anyone what we do together here.”
“I understand, sir.” answered Matthew, feeling somewhat anxious as to what it was that the Master wanted to do with him that had to be kept a secret.
“I do not require your understanding, so much as your silence. Do you swear on your mother's life, that you will tell no one what I am doing with you here?” asked the Master.
“Yes'um.” replied Matthew.
“That is not good enough. Say it! Say that you swear on your mother's life and all that is good,” ordered the Master.
“I swear on my mother's life and all that is good, not to speak to anyone of what you have me do here,” said Matthew, even more anxious, due to the seriousness of the Master's solemn tone.
“Good boy, now get completely undressed and follow me into the other room,” instructed the Master, as he turned revealing a young and handsome face, wide shoulders and slim waist. The master too removed his house jacket and hung it on a hanger and moved into an adjoining room.
Matthew's whole body was trembling. He had no idea of what the master had in mind and wished he could be working out in some cotton field under the hot sun, rather than have to remove his clothes once again.
“Hurry up, I don't like to be kept waiting,” called back the master from the other room.
Matthew feared upsetting his new master and quickly stripped off all his clothes and placed them neatly on a chair and then moved cautiously toward the door leading out of the Master's study. As he moved into the next room, he saw all kinds of things that he had never seen before and he could only wonder what the master was going to require of him.
“Very good, now get up on this small platform,” said the master, directing the naked black youth, whose skin was a lovely bronze color, except for the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet.
The Master grabbed Matthew's wrist and moved it into position. “Keep this arm here and don't move it,” ordered the master and then moved Matthew's feet into position and at last, his other wrist.
“Your skin feels like velvet, amazingly smooth and yet firm; I like that,” the master said softly. “Now don't move!”
Matthew could not see where the Master had gone, but he could tell by the sounds that he was nearby. He didn't dare move his head to see what the master was preparing, but the sounds indicated that he was doing something very close by.
It then dawned on Matthew that the Master was staring at his nakedness. He could feel the daylight streaming through the curtainless window and hitting his body. The combination of fear, the warmth of the light and the recollection of what Fredrick had him do that day in his office, all combined in Matthew's mind, causing him to have an involuntary erection.
“Very nice Matthew, very nice indeed!” said the Master.
Matthew fully expected to be ordered to masturbate himself once again and that thought helped keep himself in a state of sexual excitement, but the order did not come. The only sounds were very faint made by something that the master was doing, but Matthew could not guess what would happen next. In fact his anticipation of what the Master was going to do to him, plus the long time that he was expected to remain in the position that the master had placed him, caused his muscles to begin to falter.
Just when Matthew thought that he wouldn't be able to remain still any longer, the Master ordered him to take a break. “You can step down for a five minutes.”
Matthew sighed with relief and began to move his arms and legs to stimulate the circulation. As he turned he saw an easel for the first time in his life and wasn't sure of its use. He tried to move around it to get a better view of what the Master was doing.
“That's far enough. You stay over there and mind your own business,” said the master gruffly, as he continued to fill in the sketch he was making and trying not to be distracted by Matthew's naked body, as he exercised his muscles. The break ended all to quickly for Matthew, but the Master was eager to continue his drawing.
“Okay, get back up there and into the same position as before. I don't want to loose this light,” said the Master.
Matthew wasn’t eager to assume the pose that he was being forced to hold, but at least the Master wasn't abusing him in other ways that he feared even to imagine.
“No, no, that's not right!” the Master yelled, at his unwilling model and moved closer to reposition him.
Matthew could not help but notice how when the Master touched him, he seemed to leave his hands on him longer than necessary. Matthew had never known what it was like to be caressed by someone other than his parents and in spite of his discomfort at having to remain still so long, he liked the sensation of the master's warm firm grip on him. He made a mental note to deliberately assume the wrong positions, so as to induce the Master's kind touches.
After hours of posing with only short intermittent breaks, the Master finally announced that he was done for the day. Matthew dismounted from the small platform and began once again stretching his arms and legs to relieve the soreness.
“You can get dressed now!” indicated the Master, who followed Matthew out of his workshop, closing the door behind them.
Matthew was fully dressed and the Master dismissed him by telling him to fetch Thomas. Matthew left the Master's suite, quite confused by the “work” that he was doing. He found Thomas in the kitchen and gave him the message that the Master wanted to see him. Thomas hesitated leaving the kitchen, wanting to hear what Matthew would say about what the master had required of him. Matthew however, remained silent.
“So Boy, you going to tell us what you is doing all this time with the Master?” asked Sally, the cook.
“I was obeying the Master, as Thomas told me to do.” replied Matthew.
“Both Sally and Thomas were surprised because each time the master brought home a new boy, their responses to the servants' questions were equally as vague. They could only surmise that whatever the Master was requiring of them, must be some thing evil that made each and every boy so unwilling to describe it.
“You are right? Did the Master hurt you?” asked Sally.
“I is fine, just a bit sore is all,” said Matthew, again scarring Thomas and Sally, who almost could have predicted what he had just said.
After dinner that night, as Thomas, Sally and the maid, Wendy expected, the Master told Thomas to send Matthew to him at precisely 9 P.M.
When Thomas told Matthew that he was to report once again to the master's suite, Matthew just assumed it was to do more of what he had been made to do earlier, however, when he went into the Master's study, he found the door not to the workroom, but to the bedroom open.
Come in here Matthew, called the Master, who was dressed only in his bedclothes. Matthew entered the Master's bedroom and saw the huge canopied bed where the Master sleeps and was impressed by the elegance of the room.
“Take off your clothes Matthew,” said the Master, who waited and watched Matthew undo his shirt, step out of his sandals and lower his pants. “Your body must be very tired from the strenuous workout that you had today?” said the master, more as a statement than as a question. “Come stand by me,” ordered the Master, who then began massaging Matthew's biceps.
“Feel good?” asked the Master.
“Yes'um,” replied Matthew, as he delighted in being touched with the Master's firm hands.
The Master applied oils and moved his hands completely over every inch of Matthew's body, including his ass crack, perineum and genitals. “If you don't like the way I am massaging any part of your body, you may say so,” said the Master.
Matthew had never contradicted or expressed his own opinion to a white person during his entire life. He wouldn't know how to express himself. Feeling the Master's hands manipulate his testicles certainly was unnerving and he wanted to tell the master to stop, but since he didn't dare, the new Master continued manipulating his penis until it was fully erect and Matthew came. This was the first time that Matthew experienced release of his sexual urges in anyone's hands but his own. He had to admit, that it wasn't as bad as he had expected. Besides, he was surprised by how more intense was his orgasm and how nice it was to have someone else service his dick.
“Thank you, Master is very kind to have allowed his slave some pleasure,” said Matthew, truly grateful for some release after so much tension from being separated from his family, put up for auction and sent to a far off and strange place.
“Would you like to return the favor?” asked the young Master.
“Sir, do you man massage your body or do you want me to help you cum?” asked Matthew, hoping that he wouldn't have to touch another man's private parts.
“I doubt that you know how to give a descent massage, how about helping me to cum?” replied the Master.
“You mean that you want me to fist your cock like you just did for me?” Matthew asked, hoping to delay the inevitable. He understood that if a Master requests something, there is no way for a slave to refuse.
“No, not that way. Would you mind getting in bed with me and I will show you what I like,” suggested the Master earnestly, not really able to see that the slave could see no alternative, other than obeying his Master.
Matthew got into the Master's bed. He never felt anything so comfortable and relaxing in his entire life. Master stripped off his bed clothes and Matthew got to see his back, with his milk white smooth skin stretched taut over his body, his small rounded ass cheeks and his nice thin thighs covered with fine and short hairs. Matthew watched as the Master turned and pulled the sheet over himself, all too quickly for Matthew to get a nice view of his chest.
The Master moved over towards Matthew and kissed him on a cheek. Matthew wasn't expecting to be kissed by a man and felt repulsed and did not respond. If he were a freeman, he might have thrown a punch, got up out of the bed and fled the house, but Matthew was a slave.
Master began moving his hands over the young slave's body, feeling his velvet smooth skin and delighting in touching the combination of warm body, hard bones and nicely developed muscles.
Matthew felt at first like he were being forced to do something repugnant, but as the Master began caressing and kissing and licking him in so many different parts of his body, contrary to Matthew's expectations, he began to become newly aroused and was soon squirming, as the master plied his body. In spite of his thoughts that sex was to be only between a male and a female, Matthew was discovering that male on male sex was even more exciting and soon he lost all his inhibitions and found himself doing to the Master, whatever the Master taught him. He was fascinated how easily he could reduce the Master to a trembling horny satyr just with a few kisses, licks and nibbles.
Finally, the Master again expressed his dominance and told Matthew to roll over. Once Matthew was on his stomach, the Master climbed on top of him and began kissing his shoulders. He then told Matthew to spread his legs.
Once Matthew reluctantly complied with his Master's wish, the Master reached down and placed his horse-sized cock between Matthew's thigh muscles. “Okay, now squeeze your legs together and grip my cock firmly,” whispered the Master in Matthew's ears, which he then began to lick, helping Matthew squeeze his legs together immediately.
Matthew didn't know if he should be relieved that the Master did not attempt to penetrate him, or resent being used this way. The Master began moving his mid-section up and down and pump his cock between the slave's muscular thighs. But he also used his hands to caress Matthew's torso while licking and kissing his back. Once again, Matthew involuntarily lowered his inhibitions and soon found himself pushing his buttocks up to meet the downward thrusts of his Master. The clash of engorged and trapped cock and Master's lower abdomen banging into Matthew's bubble butt, transported the two beyond the outer limits of ordinary sexual fulfillment and to Matthew's total surprise, they both came simultaneously, provoking a long series of after shocks heretofore unknown to him.
Once both returned to their senses and Matthew turned over, they shared an open mouthed kiss that Matthew welcomed with total abandon.
“By the way, Matthew, did you notice the painting on the wall?”
Matthew had to think twice to understand what the Master was referring to, but then looked in the direction that the Master indicated with his head and saw a nude painting of himself that made him seem bigger than life and he was awe struck with its beauty.
Chapter Three
Sometime around 4 AM, the Master sent Matthew from his bed to his own room. They were really not fooling the rest of the staff, but it did keep the others from talking.
The following day, as the day before, as soon as there was good light in the master's studio, he sent for Matthew, had him strip and told him where and how to pose. The Master took frequent breaks, but it was still pretty much of a challenge for Matthew to hold still in the awkward position that the Master selected. Matthew would also by dying of curiosity to see how his master was sketching and later painting him.
As it turned out this second painting took much longer than the first and Matthew was not called into the Master's bedroom until the painting was completed. In one sense Matthew was relieved that he was freed from any further fag activities, but Matthew also found himself recalling that first time with the Master and how surprised and exciting his introduction into same sex had been.
Once the second painting replaced the first in the Master's bedroom, Matthew was sent for and invited into the Master's bed. Like the first time, the Master invited his servant/model to share his bed, but Matthew understood that he really had no choice. He wondered if the second time could be as intensely pleasurable as the first had been.
Again the Master began by ravaging his body with caresses and kisses, but on this second visit to the master's bed, the Master who was planting kisses and licking his way down the center of Matthew's chest, reached his navel like the first time, except this time, he continued moving his lips and tongue down Matthew's thin line of hairs, that led from his navel down towards his pubic hair where they merged. Matthew stopped breathing as he waited for the Master to change course, but the Master used his tongue like a machete, as he cut a trail through the thick forest, until he reached Matthew's single sequoia that rose above his pubic canopy and towered like a mighty redwood above the forest below.
Using his lips and tongue, the Master circled the circumference of the base of Matthew's cedar tree like cock and slowly moved upward as Matthew gulped for air and tried to get his mind around the unspeakable act that the Master was unabashedly realizing, as he slowly neared the zenith of the cock head, which was already oozing pre-cum.
“Oh Massa sir, I ain't never felt anything like this before!” exclaimed the young slave, as the Master placed kisses and wet the helmet shaped tip, which had pushed through the uncut foreskin of the novice boy toy. Matthew was totally unprepared for what the Master did next and when he felt the artist swallow his engorged penis, Matthew lost any control he might still have had and his body began to buck and spasm as he came deep down the Master's gullet.
Matthew feared the Master's reaction, but instead of spitting the black phallus out of his mouth immediately and castigating the young Nubian model, the Master held him in place, while he sucked, until he was sure not a droplet of the youth's semen laden milk, remained undrunk.
Matthew swallowed hard in amazement of what he just learned about his body and what another body could do for him. He was still euphoric until he found the Master kneeling across his chest with his erect penis trying to pry his lips open.
Matthew fought the penile incursion into his orifice by moving his head from side to side, in utter and total disgust. “Please, Massa, please don't make me put your cock into my mouth,” Matthew begged.
The Master suddenly tensed his body, moved off of Matthew's chest and lay down beside the frightened young African captive. He did not say a word, but kept staring at the picture hanging on the wall.
“Massa, I'm sorry I disappointed you. I just can't do it,” said Matthew, not realizing the fatal error that he was committing.
“You had better leave now,” said the Master, with a cold and unsympathetic tone.
“Yes Massa,” said Matthew, now confused by the Master's total lack of affect.
Once outside the Master's room, Matthew came upon Thomas in the hallway. Thomas' eyes opened wide as he asked, “what you do'in out here, boy? You suppose to be with the Massa until much later.”
“I just can't do it!” blurted out Matthew.
“Well the last young nigger said the same thing, and you know, the very next day he was gone and we never heard from him again and the same with the one before him and the one before him,” said Thomas. “You sure you want to be sold at auction again?”
“But the Massa said I didn't have to do it. He allowed me to leave his room,” insisted Matthew.
“Well, I have no idea of what he want you to do in there, but no matter what it is, it has to be better than working in the fields all day, under the hot sun as well as the whip of a cruel overseer,” said Thomas, trying to talk some sense into the younger slave.
Hearing Thomas spell out the possible consequences of his not doing what the Master required, provoked a fear in Matthew so strong that he went running back to the Master's suite, entered without knocking, went into the bedroom, slipped out of his clothes, and got in bed, next to the Master. The Master said nothing.
Matthew looked up to view his portrait once more before he began to do the unspeakable. He was shocked to see that his picture had been taken down already and there was only a vacant spot on the wall where it had been hung.
Matthew went down on the Master's cock, which did not spurt its nectar quickly, but only after very long oral stimulations by a very intent slave and nearly ex-model, did he finally reawaken the Master's libido.
Matthew had to fight back thoughts of sucking on a pee pee and concentrate his thoughts on doing something nice for the Master, who had immortalized him in not one but two paintings, as well has give him so much unexpected pleasure. Matthew knew he had it good and didn't want to loose what he had. Yet, he still found it hard to overcome his first sense of repulsion to the aroma of the Master's testosterone around his genitals, but once he overcame his inhibitions and prejudices against what he was taught is dirty, Matthew became just as excited as the Master and after the Master spilled his seed on Matthew's tongue, he discovered that cum not only didn't taste bad, but that its smell belied its taste, he too shot a second load and he and the Master spooned themselves to sleep.
The next morning Matthew awoke with terrible cramps, which he attributed to having eaten the forbidden fruit. Master was concerned for him and upset as well that he had no model to pose for him. He put a sofa couch in his studio and painted the pained boy lying prone on the couch. He also sent Thomas for the local doctor, but when the man heard that it was a slave that was ailing, he suggested that Thomas fetch a veterinarian, which Thomas did.
When the vet arrived he was taken to the Master's suite. Thomas was surprised that the Master and the Vet were very old friends. The vet began examining Matthew by asking him a list of questions to rule out possible causes and finally determined that the boy was suffering from constipation and recommended an enema with warm soapy water.
The Master soon discovered that due to his sudden change from the plantation to his own city house, Matthew had been so tense, that he hadn't been able to relax enough to evacuate himself in an indoor toilet, when all he had known all his life, was an outhouse.
Thomas helped the near naked young man down to the kitchen and made him lay down on the table, to which he tied him down. He then hung the bladder filled with warm soapy water from a rafter, pinching the hose, which led to the applicator. Thomas put some animal fat on the end of the applicator and told Matthew to relax and not fight the procedure.
Matthew just wanted the pain to stop and went along with the Vet's suggestion, until Thomas released the hose and the water began to flow into Matthew's rectum. Matthew began to buck and twist trying to free himself of the anal flooding in progress. He felt like Thomas was trying to empty a washtub of water into him. His insides felt inundated.
“Please let me up so I can get to the latrine!” cried Matthew.
“Not until this bag empties completely, just try to relax,” suggested Thomas, so glad that it wasn't himself that was constipated.
Just then the Master and his friend the vet came into the kitchen and observed the treatment.
“Please Massa, tell him to stop!” pleaded Matthew.
But Matthew's pleas fell on deaf ears, as the two friends just ignored him.
“I must say, this young nigger is very well endowed,” said Jerome, the vet. “Have you considered circumcising him, I mean, so as to keep it clean and healthy?
“You really think that I should?” asked the Master.
Matthew had no idea of what the two were talking about, but didn't like the sound of the word and nor that it was something that could be done to him.
“Well that would be a hard decision. Many say that it reduces the pleasure felt by the cock head, but I suspect that it would make your painting worth much more on the black market,” said the vet.
Matthew wanted nothing to do with anything that would result in his cock head feeling less pleasure and he was already despising the vet for having recommended an enema.
Finally, Thomas, unplugged the applicator from between Matthew's ass cheeks and untied him. Matthew ran to the bathroom. The Master insisted that Thomas check to make sure that he had emptied himself fully. Matthew was glad the ordeal was over and relieved that his pains had subsided. 'Maybe the doctor know something after all,' he thought.
After the vet departed, Matthew was told to return to the couch so that the Master could continue working. He was surprised when the Master told him to get his cock hard and to pull back the prepuce so that he could include the cock head, exposed in the painting. Everything else continued as normal, except that the entire household was constantly asking Matthew if he had a bowel movement after each meal. Matthew fearing another meeting with the bag, said 'yes'em,' whether it was true or not.
After several more days of posing, the latest painting was hung in the Master's bedroom, which meant that Matthew would be called to sleep with the Master that night. Each time that they had sex it was better than the last. Matthew had to wonder how it could get any better.
After a long while enjoying the foreplay, the Master, rolled over on his stomach and asked Matthew to mount him. Matthew assumed that the Master wanted him to put his erect cock between his thighs, like the Master had done to him, but Master told him to prepare his cock with some lard as Thomas had done with the enema applicator and push his cock up into the Master's anus.
At first, Matthew thought that he had misunderstood the Master and felt some repugnance, but the Master insisted that he follow his orders and plug his hole. The more Matthew thought of entering the Master's asshole, the more excited he got and while his mind was fighting the idea as something dirty and unnatural, his cock head was aiming and stiffening itself like it had a mind of its own.
Once Matthew's cock head moved past the Master's sphincter muscle, the sensations that flooded his body took control of him and all his instincts began to function on auto-pilot. He remembered hearing the Master scream, but at the time, he thought that he asking Matthew to push harder and faster.
After Matthew came, he noticed that the Master wasn't moving. He too tried to remain still, until he realized that the Master wasn't breathing. Fear took hold of Matthew like never before and he withdrew from the Master's body and bed and yelled for Thomas.
“Keep your voice down. Do you want to wake the whole house. What is wrong?” said Thomas, upset with Matthew's unbridled yelling.
“I done fucked the Massa dead!” said an excited Matthew, between sighs and tears.
“You what? Keep your voice down, nigger and show me,” ordered Thomas.
When he saw the Master's cadaver, Thomas ordered Matthew to help wash and dress the body and put him in a natural position, as if he had died in his sleep.
“You keep your mouth shut about this. Do you hear?” said Thomas.
“What about that? Asked Matthew, still weeping, as he pointed up at his naked portrait.
“Thomas opened his eyes wide in total shock. In all the years that he had worked for the Master, he had never seen one of his erotic paintings. He then looked at Matthew and said that he would take care of it and that Matthew should not say a word about what had happened or it could cost him his life.
The next day the housekeeper screamed when she found the Master dead in bed. They sent for the doctor, who pronounced him dead and said that he must have died in his sleep. The police were called, but seeing no evidence of fowl play, they accepted a death from heart attack, as the doctor put on the death certificate.
This put the entire household in a state of tension, as they had no idea of who would inherit the Master's house and property.
It didn't take them long to discover that the Master was deep in debt from gambling losses and that his entire fortune was to go to his friend, the vet.
Chapter Four
It took a couple of weeks for the lawyers to process all the legal documents, but there was no question that Dr. Timothy Fieldstone was the legal owner of the dead Master's property including his slaves. The very same day as the funeral, he came by the house and made sure that the slaves had all they needed to eat and maintain the house, until it could be sold. However, when the doctor came back to take an inventory and inspect the premises, he decided that he would rent out the small house where he had been living and move in himself.
Matthew was on pins and needles, not knowing to worry more about being sold off, or that the new master might circumcise him. Everyone else in the house had a job, but what good is a model without an artist to pose for? Matthew was seriously thinking of escaping to the north before he found out the hard way what circumcision is. He went through the old master's clothes as he emptied his closets and packed them to be donated to charity or given to the slaves. He hoped to find a few dollars to help him on his trek north. Just as he pulled out a rather large bill from one of the pant's pockets, the new Master walked in with a suitcase of his own clothes.
“Look, Massa, what I found in the old master's pant's pocket.”
“Good find, Matthew. Here give it to me. I'll hold on to it for you and when you need something, get it for you,” said the doctor.
Matthew's heart sank. How was he supposed to tell the new Master that he needed the money to run away?
“I'm glad that I found you here, Matthew. I want to talk to you for a moment.”
“Yes'sum,” replied Matthew, worried that the new Master was about to tell him to either pack his few things or that he was going to 'circumscribe' him.
Either way, with money or not, Matthew was just waiting his chance to disappear.
“Matthew, I am a veterinarian and as such, don't like to see any animal mistreated, much less human beings.”
'He is preparing me to get ready to be cut. Holy shit! How can I get out of here without anyone noticing...' thought Matthew, looking around.
Before the new Master could finish speaking, Matthew panicked and ran into the old master's studio and in there looked for an escape route. He saw a door and with much haste, ran to it, opened it and followed it up into the attic from where there was no other exit, so he hid behind some crates.
Dr. Tim thought that Matthew had just run into the other room to get something, but when he failed to return, followed behind. Not seeing Matthew in the studio, he saw the open door to the attic and continued to follow the slave.
“Matthew, I haven't finished speaking with you. Why have you come up here? Oh my, what are in all these crates?” said the doctor, almost forgetting about Matthew. “Matthew, what are you doing crouching over there, come give me a hand.”
Matthew, not wanting to admit to his failed escape, ran over to the doctor and helped him carry one of the crates down to the studio, where the light was far better. They pried open one end of the crate and found that it was full of paintings! “Oh my Gawd, there has to be a fortune in paintings up there! Now I see why you wanted to show me the attic so urgently.”
Later, on a closer inspection of the paintings, the doctor discovered that they were all of naked young men and he realized that he would have to exercise great discretion in moving them to a liberal market.
After dinner, the doctor asked Matthew to come with him up to the master's suite, to continue their earlier conversation.
“Massa, please don't 'circumvent' me,” Matthew blurted out.
“Well, okay, if you insist, I will try to be direct,” said the doctor.
“I want to first thank you for guiding me to those masterpieces. Also, as I was saying earlier, I think of myself as a humanitarian and I don't believe in slavery,” said Tim.
“Well, sir, I can assure you. There are many plantations out in the country with thousands of us forced to work in the fields or face being whipped or circumcised,” said Matthew, in all seriousness.
“No, you didn't understand me. I know that slavery exists, but I don't believe that it should be legal and I want to free you, Thomas, the cook and the housekeeper, but if I let you go and you go out on the street in this town, it would be just a matter of time before someone abducts you and whisks you off to some other town or city and sells you back into slavery. So, I have decided that you will stay here with me and I will pay you for your services. Whenever you need something, I will procure it and deduct the cost from your account,” said the animal doctor.
“But do you have to 'circumscribe' me?” asked Matthew.
“Circumscribe you? Oh, you mean circumcise you. No, I don't think so. Why do you ask? Do you have an infection on your penis?” asked a concerned Tim.
“No, Massa, I don't think so,” answered Matthew.
“Well, you had better let me have a look at it to make sure,” replied Dr. Tim.
“Here, now?” asked Matthew, with his anxieties increasing rapidly.
“Yes, drop your pants. Come on, remember, I'm a doctor.” said Tim, anxious himself for another viewing of Matthew's pride and joy.
Matthew reluctantly dropped his pants once again for a white man to look at his cock. He began to think that perhaps this was one of the differences between white and black men. It seems that all white men like to see black cocks.
“Okay, so far it looks alright, but pull back on your skin and make the cock head protrude, so I can examine it well,” said the doctor authoritatively.
“It looks mighty fine to me. No stinging or burning sensation when you pee?”
“No Massa,” replied the half naked slave.
“Please don't call me 'Massa.' Call me 'Tim.'”
“Oh no, Massa. If a white hears me call another white by his name, I'd get my hide beat,” said Matthew.
“Well, ookay, then call me 'doctor,' at least that doesn't have a connotation of superiority and inferiority.
“Of what? Massa, I mean, doctor.” said Matthew.
“Matthew, do you mind if I suck your cock?” asked the doctor sincerely.
“Yes Massa,” answered Matthew.
“You do mind?” said the doctor surprised.
“Oh, no, Massa. You can suck on it if you want to, but please don't cut any off,” pleaded Matthew.
“Don't worry, I'll try not to let my teeth touch it,” said the vet.
Matthew frowned, as the image of the vet circumcising someone, cutting off a piece of their penis with his teeth, formed in his mind. Then he felt the warm wet mouth of the doctor sucking, licking and trying to swallow his poker, which responded immediately. Soon Matthew's ship was fully at mast and he moaned and trembled as the kind doctor attended his sexual needs.
The doctor soon felt the tsunami of a splash of Matthew's cum, as it hit the back of his mouth. He nearly drowned on the copious amount of cum, which filled his orifice and came close to cutting off his air.
The doctor had never swallowed such a huge phallus before and he was completely enthralled by ministering to its service. He cupped Matthew's balls with one hand and felt the nice melon shaped ass cheeks with the other. The fine hairs on Matthew's body made his skin seem ultra silky and the doctor wanted him to spend the rest of the night in bed with him.
Later they rested their heads on pillows, looking up at the stained canopy over the bed.
How did those stains get there?” asked Dr. Tim.
“Oh the massa and me would have contests to see who could reach it with their cum,” explained Matthew.
“Well, you and I are going to have to play that game,” said the doctor, anticipating some fun times ahead.
“Massa, I mean doctor. You said that we can stay here and work for you. But my job was to stand still in the Massa's studio while he painted. What work can I do for you?”
“Oh, don't worry about that. There will be plenty for you to do over in my office. There are always animals that need tending and sometimes some slaves that need nursing.
“But I know nottin bout no nursing,” said Matthew.
“Don't worry, I'll teach you and I am sure you will learn so well that you will soon become a model for all gay black men,” said the good doctor.
“Will you teach me how to fix sick animals too?” asked Matthew.
“Yes, of course, but right now I want to teach you how to take someone's temperature manually,” said the doctor.
“Manually?” asked Matthew.
“Well, yes, but not by hand. It isn't as accurate as a thermometer, but it sure does get the heat up!”
“Matthew, turn over on your stomach and spread your legs,” said the horny vet.
Matthew recalled being told to spread his legs the first time that the former massa mounted him and told him to grip his cock with his muscular thighs. He felt the doctor get between his legs and was waiting for him to tell him to close his legs tight, when instead he felt the vet lubricating his asshole like was done the day he got the enema. Matthew instinctively tensed his sphincter muscles.
“Hey, man, you have to relax your back door. Come on loosen up,” said the doctor, with a soothing voice.
It took much coaxing from the doctor to help Matthew learn how to enjoy a finger fuck in preparation for the insertion of the doctor's magnum pistol.
“I'm afraid, you will kill me like I killed the Massa,” whined the young black buck, about to have his fire stoked.
“Nonsense. You didn't kill my friend, the artist. He had a bad heart and his doctors had been telling him for years to take life more easy, but he wouldn't listen and tried to paint a picture a day so he could have a fuck every night. It wasn't your fault, it was his weak heart,” explained the veterinarian, as he aimed his carnal probe deep into Matthew's virgin well.
“Ouch, Ah, wait, hold on, go slower, easy! Oh My Gawd, Damn, Holy Shit, fuck my ass,” said Matthew, as the doc moved inch-by-inch, deeper into his well-greased rectum. As the doc moved his elongated sausage down into Matthew's bun, Matthew had to squirm and twist under him, in order to accommodate the vet's python sized swollen penis. Occasionally, the doc's embedded meat would rub up or poke Matthew's prostate gland, causing a trillion stars to light up the darkness inside his head.
The doc was pumping Matthew's ass with a slow paced push and pull movement, which gradually increased in speed. At the same time, Matthew could feel the fucker on his back kissing and licking his shoulders, which was getting him more into the moment. To some extent, Matthew was resenting the vet's intrusion into what he felt for the deceased Master. On the other hand, the doctor had succeeded in taking Matthew to a higher level of sexual bliss; one he never imagined existed.
Just then the vet shifted his weight so that the two were lying on their sides. The doctor still had his carnal proctoscopic dick embedded in his recently acquired slave's butt hole, but this new angle of approach also allowed him to grab hold of Matthew's uncircumcised dick and move it in and out of its natural sheath.
This additional stimulation caused Matthew's spirit to momentarily leave his body and soar above on an astro journey. He had never before felt such a freeing experience of self-liberation and he became his own orgasm. Matthew's involuntary bucking and jerking set the doctor's own usual time for a diagnosis ahead of schedule and his prognosis indicated his own immanent self-implosion.
The two lay still together, having spent all of their energy reserves. Later, Dr. Tim reiterated his invitation to Matthew, to work as his clinical assistant, together with him at his animal hospital. Matthew didn't even consider responding negatively to a white man, much less one that had just become legally his master.
True to his word, Timothy eventually presented each of his inherited slaves a certificate of liberation, which he kept safe for them in his locked strong box. He also kept accurate records of their earnings and periodically took them shopping or sent for their requested items.
Chapter Five
During his first few days working at the animal hospital, Matthew was shown how to clean the place. While this responsibility seemed very much like a slave's job, Dr. Timothy would spend his early evenings tutoring his ex-slaves and now employees, on the art of reading and writing. This was done secretly, so as not to provoke a reaction from the other slave owners, who feared educating blacks.
Matthew was an eager learner, but often tired and gave up easily.
“I just can't do it.”
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