Interracial/Authoritarian/Incest
This story is complete fiction and not based on any real events or people. Everyone portrayed is over eighteen. You must be at least eighteen to read this story. Never do this stuff in real life. I wrote this for a biracial reader with fantasies about slavery who is into raceplay. I was a little uncomfortable writing it so I apologise if it isn't terribly good. He said there were only a few raceplay stories out there. I received a lot of requests to keep writing this story after the first chapter, almost all from biracial men. This is my attempt at that. I tried adding stuff that the readers said turned them on. This was difficult to write and is the last chapter.
There is an alternative ending if you prefer things not to have worked out for Marcus. Email me if you want to read it. I prefer the happier ending.
Slavery, rascism, and prejudice in real life is never okay. Black, white, green, love yourself and others.
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"Missouri Slave Summer"
Part Six
Every inch of Marcus hurt. Master Otis had had guests until yesterday and they took turns whipping him and making him run and do tricks. Master Otis had gotten a shock collar from somewhere and if he was too slow in obeying, his guests had no hesitation triggering it. Marcus figured he must have gotten tased forty times this week and received at least forty lashes.
It was bad enough Master Otis had called the vet out to treat him.
Dr. Cooper was nice enough, but he always smelled and he insisted on a blowjob and a fuck in return for treatment.
Marcus could still feel some of the doctors cum inside him. He'd been chained up without even a bath or hosing after the doc left.
It felt like years since Marcus had left home. He knew it had to be close to the end of the summer. He had tried counting the days to freedom, but he'd lost track.
He couldn't believe he'd been stupid enough to agree to this. He never expected people like this existed.
When Master Otis came in the barn, he was excited. The farmer had a brown bag in his hand. His stomach was grumbling and he knew Master Otis would at least give him scraps out of it, if not a whole sandwich.
He wasn't wrong about the sandwich either. Master Otis pulled a sandwhich out and sat it on the barn stall, just out of his reach. It just had a slice of cheese and ham on it too, which meant it was meant for him. Master Otis loved tomato on his sandwhiches.
He knelt before Master Otis and completed the morning ritual by kissing his Master's feet.
He expected the sandwhich in return, but he didn't get it.
Instead, Master Otis talked.
He said, "I don't believe in rewarding niggers for doing a good job, boy, but you did good this week. You seem like you really finally know your place. You're where you belong, aren't you, boy?"
Marcus knew the only way to answer any question asked by Master Otis.
Marcus said, "Yes, master."
Marcus stared at the sandwich hungrily. This part wasn't normal. Master Otis rarely talked to him unless he was giving him orders.
Then Master Otis said, "I need to piss, boy. Do you want my piss?"
Marcus knew the only response to that too.
He replied, "Yes, please. Thank you, Master."
Otis unbuttoned his overalls then. He was always naked under them except for his usually stained white briefs.
Marcus got up more fully on his knees. He used his hands to pull the fat old man's underwear down and then off. This had become an almost daily activity.
Otis' dick was soft, but still bigger than most men's cock. It was also dirty. Master Otis hated bathing.
Once Master Otis was naked, Marcus put his hands on his Master's cock and aimed it at his own mouth.
The first acrid shot of piss used to make him gag. Now, he barely winced. Otis let his mouth fill with the yellow piss, watched him swallow it, then shot another jet into his mouth. When he grabbed Marcus's head, that meant he no longer cared to watch the boy and just wanted to finish. Marcus formed a tight seal around the fat cockhead and began swallowing as his master stared up at the ceiling and enjoyed the relief of a full release.
Marcus also knew what was next. His master enjoyed a blowjob in the morning.
Marcus started sucking the second he finishing drinking the older man's salty piss.
But his Master stopped him. Otis pushed his head off his cock.
Then Master Otis looked at the sandwich and back at Marcus.
Then the farmer said, "Tell me what you are and beg for it, boy."
That was totally new. But Marcus was starving and knew what the farmer wanted to hear.
He said:
I'm your nigger, sir. Your worthless piss drinking cocksucking nigger, sir. My momma is a nigger. I don't deserve to be free or to serve you, sir. Please, sir. Please let your nigger boy suck your cock.
Then Otis went even further off script.
He asked, "You happy here, boy?"
Marcus replied quickly, "Yes, Master Otis."
Otis continued, "But what about your back and punishments and labor, boy?"
Marcus hesitated. He had been taught the only answer was the answer a white man wanted. But maybe if he said he was unhappy something would change.
Or maybe he'd get the whip. It was too risky.
Marcus replied, "It's how you teach a nigger."
Otis nodded and pulled Marcus to his dick.
The boy had Otis ready to cum in minutes. Marcus had really gotten good at eating cock.
But Otis had other intentions.
He spoke only two words, "The bench."
Marcus looked down at his chains, but Otis was already unshackling him from the stall.
He stripped off the underwear he had on and went and laid over the buck bench. Before putting his top half over the bench though, he cuffed his own legs in place.
Marcus had been cuffed and chained there so many times the feeling of vulnerability was almost gone.
He waited as Otis secured his arms. Then Otis stuffed his mouth with a ballgag. He only did that with guests or when he wanted to get real rough or was worried about disturbing the animals.
Then Marcus felt someone at his back. He assumed it was one of the farm workers.
The voice was different, though. It was deep and real southern and sounded almost familiar.
It said:
You sure weren't joking, Otis. When I heard what he did, I sure thought the boy was crazy. But you're right, you found yourself a good little animal there. That thing might look white, but it ain't no more human than any other piece of lifestock.
Otis replied, "So, we have a deal? Two bulls and half of whatever I fetch if I decide to sell?"
I assume the man nodded.
Then I felt a hand on my ass.
The voice said, "I ain't never had no nigger ass. You mind?"
Next thing I heard was a belt unzipping. I heard the sound of a man spitting.
Then pain.
The dick might not have been any bigger than Otis' dick, but this one hate fucked me. He rammed it hard balls deep in one thrust, then went harder and harder every thrust after that. It was like I wasn't even a human, just a hole. He rutted inside me like an animal. I realized I was crying for the first time in months. The hand holding my head down, the hard slaps on my ass, the spit running down my face as he drooled and hocked loogeys on it was too much.
I just wanted to go home.
Then I heard those sounds. The man started grunting deep and I could tell he was getting close.
When he came, he didn't stop. He slammed it hard a few more times.
Then he laid on top of me.
I could smell him. He smelled like spitting tobacco and sweat and farm animals.
His cum leaked out of my ass.
He placed his mouth next to my ear and said, "AJ made me promise to set you free the moment I got here, but I think that little show convinced him you're exactly where you belong, boy."
I felt a moment of shock. I recognized that voice from school meetings and football games and rides after school.
It was AJ's dad.
He pulled himself up off my body and came around in front of me. I watched him as he fastened his big belt buckle and put on a black cowboy hat. He looked a lot like AJ, but thicker and more muscular and with a mustache and beard.
He ran a filthy finger on my lips and said, "Might need to try that nigger mouth too before I go."
Then he said, "No limits, Otis. He's your chattel, go ahead."
I heard a sound then. A hissing sound. I recognized it from a hundred animals.
A branding iron being heated up.
I don't remember screaming before I passed out. But my voice was hoarse when I woke up.
AJ
I came there to rescue Marcus. As the summer went on, I started feeling guilty. I had used the money to buy a truck and that eventually led to me telling my dad everything. He wasn't pissed about it, but told me I could have gotten more money. I tried to explain Marcus was my friend, but the idea of being friends with a nigger or even part nigger was something he couldn't understand.
I thought he was crazy, but he kept telling me Marcus was where he belonged and happy there. That all I did was help him find his place.
I didn't believe him.
Then I watched for myself.
Marcus asked Mr. Morley to pee in his mouth. Marcus asked to suck him off. He even thanked him for the pee and the whippings. He said he was happy and wanted to stay there.
And Mr. Morley wasn't just a guy, he was gross. Fat and old and hairy.
I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it myself.
When Otis asked Marcus to go to the buck bench to get fucked, Marcus even locked himself down on it.
At that point, I just left and went in the farmhouse.
I didn't see Marcus most of the rest of the day except from a distance. He was naked and in the fields being watched over by the farmhands. I saw one even lash him with a small whip and he just staggered and kept going.
Maybe my dad was right.
It also wasn't just Mr. Morley he was gay and gross for. I saw him get on his knees twice in the field.
Once, he knelt and I saw one of the farmhands pissing straight in his mouth.
The other time, he let one of them fuck his throat. He just held on to the dirty farmhands ass and let him bang his throat.
I'd never seen anything like that even in porn.
And he must have swallowed the cum and piss cuz he never spit anything out I saw.
When he served us at dinner, I knew my friend was gone.
While we ate, he knelt and then jumped to attention everytime anybody wanted anything. He was just in old underwear and a thick slave collar. He didn't even look like Marcus.
Afterwards, Mr. Morley piled our scraps into a plate and Marcus ate the gross looking mess.
I tried to excuse myself to go piss, but Mr. Morley stopped me.
He just said, "Use the nigger."
I froze, but Marcus didn't. He crawled under the table and I felt his hands on my jeans. He unbuttoned them and then unzipped them. I was shaking when I felt his lips on my cock.
My dad looked at me and said, "Don't be shy, boy. If he makes a mess, he'll lick it up."
It felt weird to have lips on my cock when I pissed, but kind of good. I could feel his throat swallowing as I whizzed and afterwards I was rock hard.
He didn't remove his lips.
I started thrusting my hips automatically and moaned when my dick broke into his throat. I gripped the back of his head and began slamming deep.
If he wanted to be a nigger, I'd treat him like one.
After I came, my daddy used his mouth too.
Then I watched as they took turns fucking him.
I started to join in, but it just seemed sort of gay.
Marcus
After the branding, it hit me. This was real. Not temporary, real. Master Otis explained to me that AJ had needed to see what I was before agreeing to make my slavery permanent. And he let me know my worth. He seemed to think I'd be proud to know I was worth two bulls and fifty percent of my sale price if sold.
Then he started talking to AJ's dad about modifications and things he'd been thinking about. Whether he should take my nuts or keep me for breeding. Whether he should try and sell me or keep me for himself. If I would be better as a mute.
He seemed to love the brand on my ass. He said I was the first Morley branded nigger since the 1800s.
When it was time for dinner, he gave me one final warning.
If I showed anything less than pleasure and total obedience, he might decide to act on those modifications, starting with my nuts and tongue.
I wanted to scream out to AJ to save me, but I knew better so I swallowed his pee and cum and did as I was told.
I was a real Morley nigger now.
Epilogue (Happier Ending)
When I finally escaped, it was a total accident. It was near freezing and raining. I was in a livestock trailer being transported home from a neighbor's ranch when I felt an impact.
Charlie Ray had lost control of the vehicle and hit a tree.
It took me thirty minutes to get free of the ropes tying my hands and feet together. I wound up using my teeth.
The transport itself was half rusted and the horses in there with me were panicking. One of them was kicking everywhere and knocked out a panel on the car.
I cut myself to pieces and needed a tetanus shot, but I made it out.
I hauled Charlie Ray's still unconscious body out of the driver's seat, took his wallet, carried him to the transport, and locked him in with the livestock. Then I unhooked the livestock trailer and drove until I hit Indianapolis.
I wanted to go home right then, but I knew I couldn't the way I was.
I was bruised and cut up and a mess.
I used the rest of the money from the wallet and rented a cheap motel. Then I bought some new clothes.
I still didn't look great when I returned home a week later, but I just told them I had been mugged and that's why I came home.
They cried with me for two hours, then helped me apply for college.
I never saw AJ, his dad, the farmhands, or Mister Morley again.