This is a work of fiction. If you don't think that this is a work of fiction immediately upon reading it, then you really should see a doctor.
I'm positiveParadox and I first started writing this on the Bert Strips Subreddit on Reddit. Recently, I decided to finish what I started. This is the first chapter
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Little Angelina. That young girl was something sweet back when she was little. When she was eight, Big Bird salivated over the prospect of one day properly deflowering her. Well, he had feathered her in her sleep once after putting her to bed with Gonzo's Famous Cough Syrup. He hopes she was still as tight as she was then.
One of his hands wanders down to his penis as he fondly remembers the event. He opens one eye and cranks his head back. One of his two current travel-Negros, Joseph, rows in the back of his small riverboat.
He sweats in the Louisianan summer heat, pausing his rowing for a moment to wipe his brow. Joe opens his eyes to see Big Bird lazily staring at him with one hand on his erect, throbbing penis. With his other hand, Big Bird beckons Joe to come over to him. Joe's face pales, whitewashed in the bright sunlight. Joe's head falls as he ambles slowly down the boat towards the lounging figure.
"Jim. You can stop rowing for a minute. I'll let you catch your breath."
Jim the Negro curiously turns his head back for a moment. First he sees crestfallen Joe marching along the boat. Looking down he sees Big Bird's trademark cocky smile. Peering further down, he suddenly gasps and turns back to the prow.
Big Bird's smile somehow widens even further as he puts his hands behind his head and Joe kneels at his waist. Trembling in awful fear, Joe reaches out and grasps the thick shaft of Big Bird's Big Tool. Sneering at the humiliated slave, Big Bird places one hand behind Joe's own head and directs him to the hugeness right in front of him. Joe works the shaft as his lips move closer to the penis, ever so slowly.
Tears begin to well up in his eyes. Suddenly, Big Bird has an idea. He pushes Joe's head further down and wipes his penis on Joe's eyes, lubricating his cock with Joe's shame. He then connects his dick head with Joe's lips, brushing him with his own tears.
"Open wide. Your master needs his pleasure. Your shame elevates my jubilation."
Joe cautiously opens his mouth and absorbs the tip of the penis. He tastes his own miserable sorrow. That is the wretched sorrow of a slave who knows his place, kneeling for his master.
Big Bird carefully pulls Joe down, enveloping his enormous shaft behind those huge, pouty Negro lips. Tears well up in Joe's eyes; he tries to gasp but finds his mouth positively full of cock. "Look at me," Big Bird says as his penis pierces the slave's throat. Joe looks up and finds that Big Bird's eyes pierce him as well, skewering him between a cock and a hard stare. The Master slides the rest of his cock down the terrified slave's throat, all the while keeping his stare.
New tears appear in Joe's eyes, this time from oxygen deprivation. He panics and squirms but Big Bird's famous iron grip holds him tight. This wasn't the first time he had choked a slave with his penis. It wasn't even the first time he had done it to Joe. The slave was a big hussy like the rest of the Negros on his plantation, broken by years of brutal labor, discipline and rape.
Big Bird loved to hold slaves like that until they passed out, but today was different. Big Bird had places to be and virgins to deflower. He slowly raises the slave's head, tingling the sides of his penis. He looks up and sighs with pleasure as Joe coughs with half a dick in his mouth. Big Bird mercilessly lowers Joe's head back on to his dick until the slave's nose touches his pubic feathers.
He controlled the rate of sucking. He was the Master and the slave was his receptacle. Swiftly bobbing Joe's head up and down, Big Bird excited himself severely. He closed his eyes and imagined pretty little Angelina all grown up and sucking him off. The pretty girl inherited everything that made her cute when she was younger, but magnified with the power of puberty. He began to furiously jerk Angelina's head around whilst also thrusting himself into the air. He could feel her tears streaming down to his pelvis. The faster he thrust, the faster he pulled her in and out.
Drifting deeper into his fantasy, he wants to control her more. He stands up, keeping her kneeling and sucking all the while. He fucks her face with years of pent up anticipation. Gasping in pleasure, he quickens his pace still further. Big Bird tenses up and holds her face on his dick while he shoots ribbon after ribbon of Bird Seed down her throat. He pulls out rapidly, still shooting, and fills her mouth. Then, he removes his dick in totality and blasts her face with white, hot semen.
She coughs and sputters but she doesn't sound like a young, sweet girl of sixteen. Her voice sounds primitive and foolish. His dream shatters as he opens his eyes and looks at Joe. The slave really did almost look white now. Almost.
"Wash up slave. The river carried us miles and we're nearly there. I can't have my slaves lookin' even more brutish than usual," Big Bird says. Looking up at Jim, he also spots a curious sight. Jim's head was tilted back towards him. The boy was watching the whole time! Big Bird smirks as Jim turns away, blushing. But the boy looks down at his trousers, tented in excitement from all that had just transpired.