Nifty would really appreciate your donations if you can pitch in!
Anders was seriously regretting he'd allowed Dr Becker to talk him into becoming a lab rat for his damn time travel experiment. Why? What could possibly have gone wrong for the handsome 26year old in taking a jaunt backwards through history to America in the early 19th century? Well..
Anders was panting and sweating as his naked, athletic pale-assed body sprinted through the forest undergrowth, being stung, cut to ribbons by twigs and every woody leafy tendril. His hefty dong swung with every stride, occasionally and painfully catching a slap from the damned plant life. But he kept running. He could hear the shouts and calls, the clomp of boots and the braying of the dogs. They were hot on his trail. And he was, to them, just a fugitive whitey, a `cauc', a euro-American slave!
Yes. The blasted time machine had pitched Anders back to Mississippi 1843 all right. Except it was another bloody timeline. Here, in this dimension, West Asia had conquered and colonised the Americas. Europe was just an underdeveloped backwater, a source for the enslaved whites which the Arabs shipped over in chains to work the plantations, butt naked, as beasts of burden.
When Anders had shown up dressed in the fashion of a southern gent, the slave patrols immediately set upon him as an escaped slave. They torn him down, ripped his clothes off, thrashed his white ass and lassoed him, leading him behind the horses with his hands tied behind his back, a rope around his neck, and a chord tied around his balls. His pleas and wails fell on deaf ears. English was the language of some barbarous primitives off the coast of Europe. The caucs of Britain and Ireland were considered particularly dumb but they made good slaves. Their milky white hides made them easy to identify, and sat better with the consciences of their Arab masters; it made them sufficiently different. That Anders was a fine strapping young buck with snowy skin and strawberry blonde hair made the slave catchers assume he was some plantation owners a prize bull. A handsome reward if they dragged him back in one piece. But first he had to be taken to the pound.
Anders found himself flung into a smelly wooden cage in the middle of a shanty town square, with five similarly naked white males.
Hope was at a low among the men. Some just sat and wept, while others clung to the wooden bars staring out. Those doing so were liable to have their man-meat smacked back in by the ready canes of their captors outside. Anders looked around in dismay. Five naked white dudes like himself. Two were seated on the dirt, heads in their hands in obvious despair. The other three who had abandoned the shackles of modesty and dignity and were simply engaging in satisfying, comforting copulation. None seemed to speak English.
Anders was straight as a die, but the desperate shock and horror of this absurd situation had had an effect on him. He found he needed to bust his nut bad too. The two actually fucking were men about his age. The third who was just beating himself off was older. Maybe 50. He was continually trying to get into the action, but the younger guys wanted nothing to do with him and slapped him away. Anders wasn't keen on him either.
One of the guys who was sitting was young, maybe late teens. A pretty cute twink. He had seen Anders being dragged in. Obviously perked his interest. He stood, turned round, and presented Anders with his pert butt-cheeks which he spread as he bent forward. Anders didn't hesitate. He plunged his meaty schlong right in and began to pump away.
Outside the cage an group of locals had gathered to watch and mock the `white monkeys' at their play Man on man sex was not a taboo here. Plantation owners often buggered young fit cauc bedwarmers. Anders was sweating like a hog as he plugged the wailing twink's pucker. He wasn't going to cum in him though. That would be too much memory for when (and if) he ever got out of her and back to the 21rst century . He pulled out just in time, then swung around to face the cage sides as he finished off with his hand, spewing a hot river of spunk through the wooden bars, roaring in guilty bliss as he did. He joyful climax was brought to a short sharp terminus as a guard whacked his dick with a crop and Anders shrunk back in and collapsed in exhaustion and pain.
And this was just the beginning......
If you enjoyed this story, any reactions or ideas are welcome at the above email address!