Phillip's Story

PHILLIP'S STORY Part 1 "Today, I learn the Truth about Phillip"

This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of eighteen years

Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris)

An archive of all my stories can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories

"The characters and ideas contained in this story are the writer's and shouldn't be used without permission"

Acknowledgement: I wrote this story in 2010 but I can't claim full credit for it. It is a work of fiction but the ideas for it were given to me in discussions about slavery with a good friend - a white slave with a Black Master. We collaborated on this story - he gave me the ideas and I supplied the words. - Chris

Part 1: "Today, I learn the Truth about Phillip"

I'd always known there was something different about Phillip but until today I didn't know what it was that set him apart.

Today is my eighteenth birthday and finally, I have been told the truth about him.

Despite my father's best efforts to shield me from that truth, I'd known for some years that his younger brother, my Uncle Kyle was gay and that Phillip was his partner. Consciously, I'd played along with my father's desire to protect me but as a smart-ass teenager, I was secretly amused by this; I don't think adults are aware of how knowledgeable or perceptive we teenagers really are.

So I accepted Phillip as my uncle's life partner but even here I was puzzled. Phillip was white whereas my family are proudly black. My father and Uncle Kyle are strong advocates of Black Rule and I had been raised from my earliest years to believe in it too. To my mind, a black man is vastly superior to a white man and I couldn't understand why Uncle Kyle had chosen an 'inferior' white guy for his partner.

Phillip had always been there; he'd been on the scene for as far back as I can remember. He'd been a part of my life but he was always at the periphery and never at the centre of our family circle. He was like a bit actor in a play - essential to the story with just two lines to deliver - and hovering just offstage waiting for the cue to enter.

He been part of our family celebrations and had attended all our Thanksgiving Dinners and Christmas gatherings. He was present but he seemed to keep himself apart. It wasn't aloofness or arrogance on his part - indeed arrogance wasn't something I ever saw Phillip display. Quite the opposite in fact; Phillip was reticent and self-effacing.

The members of my family were polite to him but they maintained an aloofness from him which in my earlier years I attributed to his whiteness. After all for a family which is proudly black his white presence could be seen almost as an embarrassment.

Thinking back I would have been six years or so when I'd been introduced to Phillip. My Uncle Kyle lived on a large, allotment out from the centre of the city. It covered some acres in area and mostly it was wooded which gave it an air of private seclusion. But from my boyish perspective the main feature of my uncle's property was the large swimming-pool in which I loved to swim.

I'd liked Phillip from the outset. I hadn't yet been fully exposed to the concept of Black Rule - that came later under the tutelage of my father and Uncle Kyle - so Phillip's whiteness wasn't an issue for me. Phillip was kind to me and looked after me and I responded to that. He was able to anticipate my every need and he catered to them without hesitation. Instinctively, he knew when I was hungry or thirsty and without my asking, he always produced a snack or a drink for me. And he always spoke kindly to me - something I appreciated.

My father and I often visited Uncle Kyle's - especially in the summertime when I loved to swim in the pool. Phillip was always hovering somewhere in the background ready to apply sunscreen to protect me from the sun or to hand me a cool drink when I was thirsty. Yes, in those early days I saw Phillip as a kindly person always considerate of others. His kindness wasn't just for me - it extended to others - and it seemed to me that my father and uncle played on Phillip's good nature.

Whether it was poolside, at the BBQ or in the house, they made demands on Phillip which to my boyish mind seemed unreasonable. Their requests were more in the nature of demands and never once did I hear them say 'please' or 'thank you'. They simply took Phillip for granted. And most strangely of all, I never once heard them call Phillip by his name.

Whenever we visited for a meal it was always Phillip who did all the preparation and serving of the meal. Even though he sat at the table with us he appeared uncomfortable - almost as though he felt he shouldn't be there. He remained silent throughout the meal and spoke only in reply when he was spoken to and even then he kept his answers brief. Whenever, my uncle directed him to serve the next course or to pour the coffee he'd move quickly and silently to do so. It puzzled me; why couldn't my uncle pour his own coffee or top up his wine glass. Why was it always poor Phillip who did this?

My uncle would ask me if I wanted more dessert, an ice cream or lemonade and if I said yes then he'd send Phillip off to the kitchen to fetch it for me. On one occasion, as I tucked into a large serve of vanilla and chocolate ice cream, I asked Phillip if he liked ice cream as much as I do. His answer was brief - a shy 'yes'. I asked - 'why don't you have some' - and he looked to my uncle almost as if he was afraid to answer. I remember my uncle answering for him and today, as I become aware of their relationship, I'll understand why. My uncle's answer was definitive and had an air of finality about it.

"Phillip doesn't eat ice cream. It's not good for him. I don't want him putting on weight."

My father and uncle would discuss many things over the dinner table. Politics, their professions, the economy, sport and the activities of their friends were always topics up for discourse and again I noticed they never included Phillip in any of this. Not once did I ever hear either of them ask Phillip about any aspect of his life. It was as though Phillip was a 'non-person' and didn't really exist.

But the one topic they both enjoyed, and would debate for hours, was Black Rule. It was here that my own interest in the subject was stoked as I listened to them speak passionately about the superiority of we blacks and how the proper place for a white is in subservience to us. It was through them that I was eventually convinced that as a black person I am infinitely superior to a white one.

Again Phillip played no part in these discussions; he stayed politely mute and listened. As I grew older, I wondered how he felt as he heard his whiteness denigrated and the superiority of the black man lauded. These conversations demeaned him and I wondered - where is his self-respect? Why does he allow himself to be embarrassed like this and why doesn't he counter their opinions with arguments of his own? Does he have opposing views and if so why doesn't he advance them? Surely even a white man has vestiges of pride? Where is Phillip's pride in what he is? I puzzled over this for several years.

On one memorable occasion as we ate Sunday lunch, I watched as Phillip picked at his food - and this was another thing I'd noticed over the years that Phillip seemed to eat as little as possible - and he seemed to be ever vigilant; always on the watch for our needs. Should one of us empty his plate, Phillip would get up from his seat and immediately remove it from the table and take it to the kitchen ready to serve the next course. Should my father or uncle require another beer from the refrigerator then it was Phillip who fetched it; never them. Poor Phillip! How could he enjoy his meal when he was constantly interrupted meeting our needs? Curiosity got the better of me and I asked.

"Why is Phillip waiting on us?"

Obviously, my question wasn't anticipated for there was a momentary, awkward silence. And as I looked at Phillip I could see him blushing furiously from embarrassment. Finally my Uncle Kyle answered my question.

"It's because Phillip likes to do these things. He's happiest when he's waiting on us."

The answer went some way to satisfying my curiosity - but not completely. Over time I would again raise this with my father and always his replies were vague and non-committal. One day, whether out of his exasperation with my persistence, he told me that Phillip was Uncle Kyle's servant.

This really surprised me. The concept of having a servant was an alien one. The thought that one man existed to serve another was so strange to my early teen-aged thinking. I knew my uncle was a successful professional who had a high-powered position in the City but I'd never thought of him in need of a servant. My father and I lived alone and we did everything and now I thought how 'cool' it would be to have someone like Phillip to do all my chores, our laundry, the cooking, housework and gardening. I asked my father why we couldn't have a servant like my uncle. His answer was evasive and he told me we'd consider having our own servant when I was older.

Now that I knew Phillip was only a 'servant' there was a subtle shift in my attitude towards him. Always he'd been 'there' as some type of extension of my Uncle Kyle and I suppose as a young child I'd looked on him vaguely as some kind of relative. And certainly his kindness and devotion to me had helped me maintain that impression.

Now however, as my uncle's servant, a barrier sprang up between us. I now looked on him if not contemptuously - that came later - but with disdain. I no longer saw him a member of our family and whenever we visited my uncle's home I followed my father's example and ignored him. I no longer said 'please' or 'thank you' to him. I had no need to for he is only a servant. Instead of asking, I now ordered him and he always obeyed.

I never thought what effect this was having on Phillip. Why should I? He was only my uncle's servant after all. As I grew into my teens and joined with my father and uncle in their conversations it never concerned me that Phillip was left out. I never worried at his 'exclusion' from our camaraderie.

I now accepted that Phillip's role was to stand poolside as all three of us swam or relaxed in the heat ever ready to bring us a towel or a cool, refreshing drink; or else sweating over a hot barbeque cooking lunch or supper for us. He stood by as we ate and drank and he was always at hand to refill our plates and replenish our glasses. I never saw Phillip eat or drink in our presence and in my indifference to him I didn't care. After all he was only doing the job that my uncle paid him to do.

Now that I was aware that he was a servant, my father and uncle seemed more relaxed and they seemed to approve of the way I was treating him. Sometimes when I spoke harshly to Phillip, I would see my father and uncle exchange knowing looks and smiles.

From time to time, my uncle would send Phillip over to our home to attend to some menial task or chore and I would be 'in charge' of him in my father's absence.

My uncle had instructed Phillip that he must take his direction from me and this played to my sense of empowerment. I delighted in ordering him in what to do and always when he'd finished he came to me and politely ask if I would inspect his work. Of course, his work was never up to my standard - I deliberately made it so - and I would loudly abuse him for his slipshod workmanship. I would order him to do it again and again until I was satisfied. Phillip was always acquiescent and did so without protest. Once I was finally satisfied, I'd dismiss him and send him home to my uncle's house.

My uncle always followed up these visits with a phone call to see if my father or I were happy with Phillip's work and I never gave him any credit. I always had some complaint about him - he was careless or too slow and I complained how he never got the job right first time and that I'd made him redo it until I was completely satisfied.

At that stage I was unaware that this would cause Phillip to incur my uncle's anger and that he paid a high price for my needless complaints.

My early teen-aged years were exciting; they were full of exploration and self-discovery. Phillip didn't play much of a roll in my life during this time but he was always there, in the background as my uncle's servant. My life was moving into new areas and I was too pre- occupied with myself to give Phillip any thought. On those occasions when we did come into contact I ignored him and treated with the disdain that I felt he deserved. After all, what man would allow him to be used as a servant by another? I decided only a weak, white man like Phillip and my developing notions of Black Supremacy strengthened my growing contempt for his position.

During this time, I was kept busy with my schooling and/or socialising with my black friends. My chief pre-occupation was with myself and my development as a young adult. I was aware of the physical changes taking place within me and these opened up new emotions and exciting fields of self-exploration. As I moved into young manhood, my notions of Black Rule were strengthened and they were added to by my father and Uncle Kyle. Soon I came to accept that white people were indeed inferior to me and that my dark skin was something to be proud of - it gave me an advantage over them.

My belief in my Black Superiority fuelled my disdain for Phillip until it became almost contempt. I was now convinced that he was my inferior - both racially and socially. Whenever I visited my uncle's home I ignored him completely. I never acknowledged his polite welcome as he opened my uncle's front door and I stared past him as though he didn't exist. What once I'd regarded as his kindness I now saw as obsequiousness; an indication of his servile nature.

Now, whenever I spoke to Phillip it was to simply give him an order or to rebuke him. I never thanked him or spoke kindly to him. Why should I? He was only my Uncle Kyle's servant after all. And I regarded his 'eagerness' to please my father, uncle and me as pathetic. He was truly a servant and he was living testimony to the notion of Black Supremacy over the white race. Everything about Phillip re-enforced this in my mind.

I recall an incident that occurred several months before my seventeenth birthday. It was late summer and the city had sweltered through a week of above average temperatures and high humidity. Everywhere tempers were frayed and people sought relief from the heat. My father and Uncle Kyle organised a trip to the beach for me and some of my friends - and of course Phillip came too.

When we arrived at the beach and parked our vehicles, we made a quick dash for the sea. The water looked so inviting and we didn't want to waste time. While we stripped off and plunged into the water, Dad and Uncle Kyle staked out a spot on the sand to use as our base and then sent Phillip back to the car to fetch our gear. I don't know how many trips Phillip made to move our gear from the car to beach; several I should think as we'd all come loaded up with portable coolers full of drinks and food and of course there were our towels, other beach gear and balls for touch football and volley ball. At one stage as I cooled off in the water, I glanced back and saw Phillip staggering under the heavy load. But I didn't give him a second thought. He was only doing what my uncle paid him to do.

Phillip was stripped to the waist and wore loose fitting, long legged, dark blue shorts. For a white man, he has an impressive upper body and I knew he and my uncle worked out regularly. His upper torso was strong and muscular and devoid of any fat or 'love handles'. He was sweating so profusely that his body glistened in the strong sunlight.

And when eventually I and my friends had finished swimming, Phillip was standing dutifully at the water's edge with our towels ready to hand to us. And as he did so, he respectfully addressed each of my friends as 'Sir'. My ego swelled; my black friends couldn't help but be impressed at having this white man - so much older than us - serving them, acknowledging their superiority over him and having him address them as 'Sir'.

After that, I deliberately went about impressing my friends by making things difficult for Phillip. I kept him 'on his toes' running and fetching for all of us and I have to be honest and say I fabricated situations where Phillip was made to serve our needs. I ordered him to serve us drinks as we sat on the beach and when one of my friends realised he'd left his sunscreen in one of the vehicles, I ordered Phillip to fetch it to him. My friend started to protest but I insisted that Phillip go to the car and I told my friend.

"That's why Phillip is here; to do these things for us."

But I wasn't pleased with Phillip. To my mind he'd dawdled back to the car and taken his time in returning. When he returned I loudly rebuked him.

"You stupid, white boy! When I give you an order you need to move quickly. In future when I tell you to do something get that lazy, white ass of yours into gear and - MOVE IT!"

I should have been ashamed of my treatment of Phillip - but I wasn't. I was enjoying my power over him.

Phillip had the good grace to look crestfallen and his response to my reprimand was suitably contrite.

"I'm sorry I took so long, Sir. I'll do better in future."

If I'd looked around at the people sitting nearby I would see they were shocked by my actions. But perhaps they were more shocked at Phillip's servile re-action to my very public reprimand of him. But Dad and Uncle Kyle found the whole thing highly amusing and they were laughing heartily.

One of my friends asked why I treated and spoke to Phillip in this manner. I replied.

"Phillip's only a servant! He's my Uncle Kyle's servant."

Another friend replied cryptically.

"He's not a servant! He's a slave!"

I disregarded this comment. Phillip isn't a slave - he's a servant.

Today is my eighteenth birthday!

I have attained my majority and my adult world is now open and beckons to me to move forward. My future stretches out before me and it is full of promise and the prospect of new adventures.

This morning, Dad and I are to visit Uncle Kyle. This is normal practice on my birthdays; I'd always visited my Uncle Kyle and these are now an established part of my birthday ritual. He is my father's younger brother and they have always been close. And I'd always been close to my uncle as well. After my father, I loved him best of all and I knew he felt the same about me. And he'd always been generous on my birthdays and lavished me with gifts.

Dad told me at breakfast this morning that today is a special day. He told me now I have attained my majority; there is something that he and Uncle Kyle need to tell me. I was curious and asked my father to tell me more but he just laughed and told me I'd have to wait until we arrived at Uncle Kyle's.

During the drive out to Uncle Kyle's, my mind is working overtime. What is the special something they need to tell me? Is it a special present? I try to picture what it might be but my imagination fails me. In my growing impatience, I press hard for my father to tell me more. But he just laughs and tells me I must wait; anyway we'll be there in a few more minutes and all will be revealed.

Today, something is amiss. As we ring the doorbell, Uncle Kyle opens the door and ushers us in. He gives me a welcoming hug and wishes me a cheerful 'happy birthday'.

This is so unusual. In all my visits, Uncle Kyle has NEVER opened the front door to us. That was always done by Phillip who would open the door then stand aside and wait silently for us to enter before closing it.

Where is Phillip? Perhaps he's working in another part of the house and didn't hear the door- bell. I decide this is most unlikely. More probably he is at work in the vegetable garden out back of the house. But I'm still puzzled. My uncle knew we were coming over to visit and I know he'd have made sure Phillip was on hand to open the door.

Then I wonder - has something happened to Phillip? Is he sick? (Please God - No!). Or has he left my uncle's employment after all these years and moved to newer, greener pastures? These thoughts disturb me. Suddenly the possibility that Phillip is no longer a part of my life upsets me. My earliest recollections always include Phillip; he'd always been 'there' and the thought that he could be gone fills me with sadness. Is this the something special that my father and uncle have to tell me? Are they to tell me that Phillip is no longer a part of our lives? For the first time in many years I think kindly of Phillip and I hope he is alright.

Uncle Kyle moves us into the lounge where he proposes a birthday toast in my honour and gives me my presents. There are the usual token ones and they include a book that I'd recently mentioned to him, a Blu- Ray DVD and a casual sports shirt and chinos. Then he hands me two envelopes and, in my excitement, I tear open the first which obviously holds a birthday card. Included with the card is a gift voucher for a sizeable sum of money and uncle's handwritten instructions to spend it on myself in any way I wish.

The second, larger envelope however is mysterious. It's made of expensive, embossed paper and has an almost legal appearance about it. Its appearance tells me to 'open with care' and it certainly isn't one I'd rip open with my usual birthday gift abandonment. I very carefully open the envelope and remove an official looking document from it. As I read the document I am staggered. It tells me Uncle Kyle has set up a trust fund to pay my way through college and there'll be sufficient funds after my graduation to allow me to buy my own city apartment and to subsidise my early years as I establish my career.

I'm overwhelmed by his generosity and I take him in my arms and hug him as I thank him. Uncle Kyle is very dear to me. We'd always been close and he'd always spoiled me. But this is so unexpected. I'm overcome with emotion and I'm moved to tears.

So this is the 'special' something about which he and Dad had been so mysterious. My birthday is complete.

For the next thirty minutes or so we drink canned beer and talk about my future. Both these special men treat me as an adult and tell me I must choose my own career path but pledge their support and help to me. They are treating me like a man and suddenly I feel very grown up and totally adult. I have acquired a new maturity.

But something is missing from my celebrations; today is different to my previous birthdays. Always on those occasions, Phillip had been present waiting silently in the background ready to serve us drinks and refreshment. And always there'd been a birthday cake for me. I never knew that Phillip had made these cakes himself and that for him they were true labours of love. My uncle thought nothing of his efforts on my behalf and so it wasn't worth mentioning to me and no recognition was ever given to Phillip. And of course, Phillip would never think to tell me he'd baked and decorated a birthday cake especially for me.

Strangely, I am missing Phillip and so I blurt out.

"Uncle Kyle. Where is Phillip? "

I see my father and Uncle Kyle exchange nervous glances before my uncle speaks.

"Jon! Sit down please? There's something your father and I must tell you about Phillip."

"He's alright isn't he?" I ask anxiously, "He's not sick or he hasn't left you has he uncle?"

"Jon! Stop worrying. No, Phillip hasn't left me and he's not sick. In fact, he's in rude good health as you'll see for yourself in a few minutes. No, there is something else we must tell you about Phillip."

I'm relieved to hear that Phillip isn't sick or that he has left my uncle's employ. But I wish they'd tell me what is going on.

"What then? Come on Uncle Kyle tell me. Don't keep me in suspense."

"Jon, you have always known Phillip and you know he has a special place in my household, don't you?"

"Uncle Kyle, I can't remember when Phillip wasn't around and yes - I know he is your servant."

"That's right, Jon. Phillip is my servant but he is a special kind of servant and what I'm about to tell you will come as a surprise. So are you ready for it?"

"Please uncle? Tell me! Don't keep me in suspense. How is Phillip special?"

"Well Jon. Phillip isn't really my servant. Phillip is a slave. And he's my slave."

I'm made speechless by my uncle's revelation about Phillip. Surely he's joking. There aren't slaves any more True there are rumours of slaves existing in some parts of the African continent but not in this country. Slavery was outlawed here over one hundred and fifty years ago. The best I can manage is an incredulous exclamation.

"How? Why? I don't understand. What do you mean he's a slave? There are no modern day slaves. It's illegal."

"Jon, you're right about slavery being illegal. But slavery does exist. It's a voluntary slavery where the slave willingly submits to a Master. Some men are born to be slaves while others are meant to be Masters. Your father and I are both Masters just as Phillip is a slave. Men like Phillip need to subjugate themselves to a strong, dominant Master. Without that, their lives lack meaning and are incomplete. Conversely, men like your father and I need to have a slave to serve us. Without a slave of our own our lives lack purpose. We need to dominate and to be served by a slave. Are you following me, Jon?"

"I think so, Uncle Kyle. All this is coming as a shock to me. I never had any idea about any of this. Why didn't you ever tell me? Why did you keep it secret from me?"

"Jon, you were too young to understand and besides we wanted you to grow up normally before we exposed you to this lifestyle. You need to consider whether or not it is how you want to live your life."

"But Dad! You've never given any indication that you wanted a slave. Why haven't you?"

"I wanted to protect you until you came of age, Jon. But believe me, now that you are, I'm on the lookout to own my very own slave. And like Phillip he'll need to be white. White boys make the best slaves. Jon, I'll miss you while you're away at college but I'll have my new slave for company."

"When did Phillip become a slave? How did he know he wanted to be a slave?"

"Jon, men like Phillip are born with a slave nature. From an early age, he'd have fantasised about becoming a slave. I knew Phillip before he became a slave but I recognised him as one very early on. Indeed it was I who mentored Phillip in the Master/slave lifestyle. I hoped Phillip would become my slave but I left that choice to him and I didn't coerce him into it. The decision was his alone but I've got to say he made me very happy the day he agreed to become my slave."

"How did he do that? What happened?"

"It wasn't a quick decision on Phillip's part. After all the decision to give up so much in service to another is a hard one to make and I know Phillip's emotions were on high alert. We discussed it numerous times and I never kept anything back from him. I never hid from him the hardships he'd face as my slave. I told him of the humiliation of total nakedness, the restricted diet, the silence I would expect from him, the total submission to my will and the unquestioning obedience to my commands and the punishments he'd face if he displeased me. I held nothing back and then I left it to Phillip to make the final decision."

As I listen to my uncle's words things begin to make sense. Now I know why Phillip is the way he is. My uncle's explanations are striking a chord within me. Is it possible that like him and my father I have a Master's temperament? Suddenly I recall my uncle's words about total nakedness. Is Phillip naked I wonder? I want to know more.

"How did Phillip become your slave, Uncle Kyle? What happened?"

"That was the happiest day for both of us. Once Phillip had decided to submit to me, he simply stripped naked, knelt at my feet renounced his freedom and gave me ownership over him. Phillip was quite emotional - as was I - and he cried with happiness. It was as though a great weight had been lifted from him. When I accepted him as my slave, he kissed by feet in homage and called me 'Master' for the first time. Then I commanded him to stand and placed my collar around his neck."

"Phillip was naked? He called you Master? What did you do then?"

"Yes Phillip was naked then and has remained so in my presence ever since - except of course when you came to visit. It would have been inappropriate for you to see him without his clothes. Although that could change now that you're an adult. And yes he calls me Master- always. What did I do? I ordered him to his feet and I examined his body as a slave for the very first time. This was symbolic of course and by placing my hands on his body I laid claim to it as my own. It was an emotional time for both of us; almost biblical."

"And he kissed your feet?"

"Yes as he still does at least once a day. And now Phillip is ready to kiss your feet and pay you the homage due to you as his black superior. As a member of my family, Phillip is now obliged to show his respect to you and to serve you as I determine. Jon, are you ready for this?

What can I say? My uncle's revelation that Phillip is a slave has taken me by surprise and left me bewildered. I'd not had trouble viewing Phillip as my uncle's servant but accepting him as a slave is another matter. How do I re-act to his presence? What if he is naked? Do I speak to him? What do I do? These questions tumble around in the vortex of my mind and are left unanswered. Yet I hear myself answering my uncle's question - "Jon, are you ready for this?"

Through the fog of my confusion, I hear my hoarse reply.

"Yes Uncle Kyle. I'm ready."

My uncle leaves the room to fetch Phillip and I'm left alone with my father. My thoughts are with Uncle Kyle and Phillip. Now that I know the true nature of their relationship other questions arise in my mind.

Intuitively, I'd known for some time that Uncle Kyle was gay - I have absolutely no problem with this - and I'd always supposed that he'd had sex with Phillip. But this Master and slave business is new to me and I now wonder about their lives. Can a Master have feelings for another man who is his slave? I find the concept of such love as alien to my understanding. To my mind, its unevenness makes it unworkable and unfair. Naively, I imagine all gratification is with the Master and not with his slave; it is his will that would always prevail. But my curiosity has been aroused and I ask my father.

"Dad, do Uncle Kyle and Phillip have ..............." My question tapers off in my embarrassment. How do I broach such a personal matter and do I have the right to ask it.

My father finishes my question for me.

"You want to know whether your uncle and Phillip have sex." Of course they do. And from what Kyle tells me it's very good sex. He speaks glowingly of Phillip's 'talents'. Jon, the relationship your uncle and Phillip share is an unusual one. They may be Master and slave but they are also lovers. They always have been and I should imagine they will remain together until the end of their lives."

"But Dad, I don't understand. How can they be a loving couple when one is the Master and the other is his slave? Doesn't that make their partnership uneven?"

"Jon, you don't understand and I wouldn't expect you to. I know the news about your uncle and Phillip has come as a shock to you and I'm guessing you're confused - and rightly so."

"You're right about that Dad. It is a shock. I'd always thought of Phillip as Uncle Kyle's servant."

"And he is Jon. But Phillip is a servant in a very special way. The relationship between a Master and his slave is unique but it is a complementary one. Each has something he wants from the other and each has something to give to the other."

How does that work Dad? I don't understand."

"Well Phillip is a slave by nature and your uncle is a Master by nature. Just as I am and I suspect you will be too. Phillip's true nature requires him to live his life in total submission and service to another man. He found his fulfilment in abdicating all of his responsibilities and subjugating himself to your uncle. Phillip is happiest when he is serving his Master as a slave. A slave places his Master above all else and his real and only purpose in life is to ensure his Master's happiness and wellbeing. Anything less than this and Phillip would see himself as a failure. A true slave wants nothing for himself - his whole being belongs to his Master. And Phillip is a true slave in every sense of the word."

"OK, Dad! I get that. I can see what Uncle Kyle gets from Phillip. But what about Phillip? What's in it for him?"

"Jon, your uncle loves Phillip with all his heart. Phillip knows that and that's enough reward for him. However, when a Master accepts another man as his slave, he has obligations to the slave and he assumes responsibilities for him. A true Master loves and cherishes his slave and he is protective of his slave; he'll do all within his power to see that the slave stays healthy and that the slave's inherent needs are met. The slave's wellbeing and happiness is as important to the Master as the Master's are to his slave. Can you understand that, Jon?"

"I think so, Dad. I'm getting the picture. But how does Uncle Kyle make sure he's meeting Phillip's needs?"

"Because Phillip feels and thinks like a slave he requires firm direction from your uncle. It is inconceivable to Phillip that he'd ever make a decision for himself - this is alien to his mindset. So Uncle Kyle must decide everything for Phillip. What clothes he'll wear - though in Phillip's case that's not such an issue - what foods he'll eat, what chores he must do, where and when he'll sleep and in Phillip's case he is under house curfew. He can never leave your uncle's house without permission."

"What happens if Phillip breaks Uncle Kyle's rules?"

"Then he is severely punished."

"How is he punished?"

"There are many forms of punishment and over the years your uncle has used them all on Phillip. There's emotional punishment like Phillip being sent to face a wall and reflect on his demeanour. Or he's sent off to write an essay or lines setting out how he 'd displeased his Master after which he must read it out aloud to your uncle and apologise."

"That sounds childish to me, Dad. Just like a teacher punishing a kid at school."

"It's not dissimilar, Jon. In many ways a slave is childlike. He needs to be taught how to behave and he has to be shown what acceptable behaviour is. Remember what I said earlier about slaves not thinking for themselves."

"It still seems rather tame punishment to me though. Is that the worst that's happened to Phillip?"

"No! There's also physical pain. This depends on the seriousness of his misdeed and it may be a simple hand spanking where Phillip lies across your uncle's knees and has his bare ass smacked. For a more serious breach your uncle uses a cane and for a major one then he breaks out his whip. But from what I understand the whip isn't used too frequently. I assume Phillip is too well-behaved to warrant its use. But I do know he often receives a hand spanking or a caning from your uncle."

The picture of Phillip lying over Uncle Kyle's lap and being spanked has aroused me and my cock has sprung to life. I try to imagine myself in Uncle Kyle's place with Phillip over my knees and with his white boy's ass upturned to me and waiting for my hand to fall upon it. The thought is highly erotic and my cock pulses with excitement. This notion of Phillip being punished fascinates me and I ask my father for more details.

"Dad, have you ever seen Uncle Kyle punish Phillip?"

"Yes, I have. And on occasions I've had to punish Phillip too."

My father's admission surprises me and I wonder about the circumstances behind him punishing Phillip. I never knew this. I'm about to ask him but he anticipates my question and continues.

"Whenever your uncle is away on a business trip, he leaves me in charge of Phillip. I call in regularly to check and see that he's alright and not 'slackening off' in his Master's absence and neglecting his duties. Sometimes I've found that he isn't attending to his chores as diligently as when your uncle is at home and so I've punished him for his disobedience."

"How? What do you do, Dad?"

"Again it depends on the degree of his neglect. Mostly it's a hand spanking but last time your uncle was away it was more serious. I needed to give Phillip a good thrashing with the cane to make him smarten up his ideas. And of course, on his return, I reported to your uncle that I had punished Phillip in his absence. Naturally, Uncle Kyle became very upset because Phillip had let him down. So Phillip was punished a second time by his Master. And quite rightly so!"

But Dad! Doesn't Phillip object to being punished?"

"No, not at all Jon! Phillip knows when he's done the wrong thing and he fully expects to be punished. That's part of his slave personality. All slaves know they'll be punished by their Masters if they offend. Indeed Phillip would think poorly of his Master if he wasn't punished."

"Dad, can I ask you something about Uncle Kyle and Phillip? It's a very personal and I don't quite know how to ask you this but I'm wondering ..........."

"Son, I think I know where you're going with this. You want to know about their sex life. Am I correct?'

"Yes Dad. I'm curious about that."

Well Masters and slaves are no different to normal adult people, Jon. They do enjoy an active sex life even if it is a little unorthodox. As you'd expect the Master is the dominant one in the relationship and the slave is the submissive. Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yeah Dad, what you're saying is that the Master 'sets the running" and the slave follows. Am I right?"

"Correct! It's usually the Master who initiates sex with his slave

I can't believe what I'm hearing. I'm shocked but all that my uncle and father have told me and all this talk about, Masters, slaves and punishment is a revelation. I find myself warming to the concept and I want to know more. There are so many questions I want to ask of my father but before I have a chance to put them to him the door opens and Uncle Kyle re-enters the room.

And walking slightly behind him with downcast eyes is Phillip in all his naked glory. The sight of him causes me to catch my breath. The silver collar around Phillip's neck glints in the morning sunlight shining through the French doors opening on to the outdoor patio and castes its dancing reflection on the ceiling.

Uncle Kyle directs Phillip, to a spot some four or five feet in front of where I'm sitting and commands him to.

"Stop!" Then Uncle Kyle raps out a further order to "Display!"

Immediately, Phillip places both hands behind his neck, draws his body to its full height and tightens it so that every muscle group is highlighted. I can't look into his face as his eyes are looking at an imaginary spot on the floor somewhere between where he stands and where I'm sitting. But I can tell by the quick rise and fall of his chest and the twitching of his stomach muscles that he is nervous. His nervousness matches my own. How do I respond to his presence? What do my uncle and father expect of me?

I have seen Phillip semi-naked many times over the years. Whenever he served us at the pool or at the BBQ, he'd been stripped to the waist and usually wore shorts; sometimes he'd even been bare footed. And there had been one or two occasions when Dad and I had visited Uncle Kyle unexpectedly and I'd seen Phillip dressed in nothing more than bikini briefs which concealed very little and suggested much.

But this is the first time I've seen Phillip completely nude and he takes my breath away. He is magnificent in his nakedness and I am entranced by him. I can understand why Uncle Kyle keeps him naked. Starting at the top of his head, my eyes travel slowly down over the front of his body to his feet. As I do so, my cock begins to dance a 'merry jig' within the tight confinement of my under briefs. I feel it give one or two little spurts and guiltily I look down to see if there is an embarrassing, tell-tale, damp patch at the front of my trousers.

Fortunately, there isn't.

I suppose one doesn't get to fully appreciate the perfection of the male physique until it is completely naked and displayed in front of you much as Phillip is now. I am an admirer of the male body and take pride in my own appearance. I visit a gym several times a week to work out and I'm proud of my own burgeoning muscularity. One of the perks of visiting the gymnasium is that I get to surreptitiously make comparisons between my body and those of the other young men around me - especially as we clean up in the open, communal showers and dry and dress ourselves in the locker room. I suppose this can be seen as voyeurism on my part and I always go to great pains to hide this interest in my fellow fitness fanatics.

But this isn't voyeurism; Phillip stands before me proudly displaying his body for my appreciation. True, he is nervous - the fluttering of his belly tells me this. But I am too. What do we each expect of the other? Am I to speak to Phillip? I don't know the protocols that govern his behaviour and I don't want to show my gaucheness in front of my father and uncle. But the one thing I'm sure of is that Phillip's body is enticing and I want to place my hands upon him. But can I do that? He is slave and am I allowed to touch Uncle Kyle's property without his permission. I don't know what to do.

So I just content myself with a visual appreciation his body. With his hands placed behind his head, his musculature is thrown into sharp relief. His heavy breathing displays his strong chest to perfection and I'm fascination by the rippling of his abdominals. For the first time I notice that Phillip is 'smooth'; he is devoid of body hair and he is without his pubes. This only enhances his genitals and his ample, cut cock -which incidentally is 'at rest' - lies on top of his ball sac. In his nervousness, his scrotum has tightened itself and drawn his two generous sized balls in closer to his body. But it's not too hard for me to imagine them hanging low between his strong thighs.

"Turn slowly!"

Uncle Kyle's instruction to his slave cuts into my thoughts and takes me by surprise. I watch as Phillip slowly turns to the left until his profile is in outline. Then he pauses on his Master's order to.

"Stop!'

I'm intrigued by Phillip's instant obedience. He re-acts immediately to my uncle's imperious demands as though he is programmed to do so. And he does so without question or hesitation. For the first time in my life I'm seeing the complete control that one man can exert over another. And I like what I see and hear. I imagine myself in my uncle's place commanding Phillip to obey me. Gradually, I'm warming to this idea of me being a Master in control of a slave. It has a new appeal to me.

Phillip stands sideways to me and I now see him in profile. I'm able to appreciate the contours of his body; the rounded pectorals and the indentation of his stomach are thrown into relief. As are the concave indent of his back and the flaring mounds of his buttocks. I now notice the uniform colour of his body. Phillip is naturally white but his body is tanned all over. There is no jarring whiteness of the midriff - something I'd often seen at my gym and which for some reasons grates on me - to spoil the his overall appearance. Obviously, my uncle makes Phillip work in the nude and I now realise this is the reason for their seclusion. And who could blame Uncle Kyle for this. I can picture his slave working naked in the garden and sweating under the hot sun. Once more my cock betrays me.

Acting on my uncle's instructions, Phillip turns until he has his back to me and stops.

My gaze wanders down his V-shaped back from the broad shoulders to the narrow waist before it stops at the twin orbs of his ass. Like his stomach muscles these too are twitching from his nervousness but it isn't this that holds my attention. Rather it is the pattern of stripes that run roughly parallel across his buttocks and their redness is evidence of very recent punishment. This excites me and I need to know more.

Uncle Kyle, has Phillip been punished recently?"

"Indeed he has Jon! It was only last night in fact. I found it necessary to give him thirty strokes of the cane."

"Why, what did he do?"

"It wasn't so much a case of what he did. Rather it had more to do with what he didn't do. Yesterday morning, I gave him his work programme for the day which wasn't all that onerous and he should have coped with it with time to spare. But he didn't and he was punished for his slackness. Isn't that so Phillip?"

"Yes Master!"

Phillip has spoken for the first time and he has called my uncle 'Master' in a voice that is both contrite and humble. The symbolism of this is powerfully suggestive. In the use of that one word - Master - Phillip has acknowledged, in my presence, that he is a slave and my uncle is his owner.

And the sight of his striped ass is so highly charged and inviting. To my mind, Phillip's ass begs to be punished. My father had told me just a few minutes ago of how he and Uncle Kyle sometimes hand spank Phillip's white ass and at other times they have caned it. And he'd also mentioned a whip. Little shivers of erotic pleasure travel up and down my spine. I am as sexually aroused as never before.

All this goes to the core of my belief in Black Supremacy. Before today I was fully converted to the idea that the black man is vastly superior to his white counterpart. And this naked, white slave standing before me confirms this in my mind.

The realisation that a white boy can be subjugated and enslaved by a black Master and then can be controlled by him is revelatory. Phillip is the living proof of these new insights as he stands before me. He has opened my eyes to new possibilities and I am excited. Is it possible that one day I could be a black Master with a white slave of my own. Why not? My uncle owns Phillip and my father said a short time ago that he is now to acquire a white slave of his own. So there are no barriers to me becoming a black Master one day.

The stripes on Phillip's ass hold my attention and I need to know more.

"Uncle Kyle, do you have to punish Phillip very often?"

"No, Jon. Not these days. Generally speaking Phillip behaves himself, does what is I required of him and so I only need to punish him very irregularly. But it wasn't always like that. In the early days I seemed to be chastising him all the time. I'd established rules that controlled his behaviour and he seemed to have difficulty memorising them and putting them into practice. It was a learning experience for both of us. But this isn't unusual in a new Master and slave relationship. The Master needs to set the rules and then to ensure his slave follows them. To his credit, Phillip was willing to learn them; although initially there were some areas of concern for me."

"What were they, Uncle Kyle?"

"Annoying little habits like speaking out of turn in the company of his black superiors. Really it took twelve months to break him of that habit. But worst of all was his white pride. He allowed this to show through at times and he was punished hard for it. But fortunately he did learn and now Phillip is a firm believer in the concept of black Masters and white slaves.

Aren't you Phillip?"

"Yes Master! The true role of any white boy is to serve a Black Master as his slave. My proper place is kneeling at your feet Master."

"Good boy! And speaking of kneeling, it's almost time for you to pay homage to my nephew, Sir Jon. But first, Jon - do you want to examine Phillip?"

This talk of Phillip paying me homage arouses me to newer heights. How is he to pay homage to me? And my uncle's invitation to inspect his slave both excites and intimidates me. I want to very much but how is this done? It would be rude of me to refuse my uncle's offer and anyway I don't want to. But the thought of exploring Phillip's nakedness for the first time daunts me. Playing for time, I ask my uncle.

"What about Phillip, Uncle Kyle? Will he mind?"

"Jon, Phillip is a slave and he has no say in the matter. I've invited you to inspect him and he knows that is my wish so he'll happily submit to you examining him. And I'll let you in on a secret. Phillip would be most disappointed if you didn't 'look him over'. He's been looking forward to this day for so long. He's always known this day would come. Your father and I have discussed it in front of him many times so he's aware of what is expected of him. Anyway he has told me on numerous occasions that he looked forward to your eighteenth birthday so that he can serve you as a true slave. So Jon - don't be shy. Phillip isn't and he'll be disappointed if you don't check him out"

So what options do I have other than to meet my father's and uncle's expectations of me? And it would seem from my uncle's words that Phillip wants me to examine him and he will be disappointed if I don't do so. I get up out of my seat and move over to him.

This is all very new to me and I'm unsure of what to do. But Phillip is a true slave and he knows what is expected of him. Of course, I don't know that Phillip has been in this situation countless times over the years whenever his Master gave permission to another superior to 'finger' him. So in a way, Phillip takes the initiative and leads me into my inspection of him. He moves his feet apart, rises up onto the tips of his toes and he suggestively thrusts this groin forward. This is a blatant invitation to place my hands upon him and to begin my examination of him. I do so now and the sensation is electric.

His body is both hard and soft to the touch. My fingers gauge the hardness of his muscles yet I feel his warm flesh yield softly to my touch. Phillip is trembling from his emotions and he's not alone. My own body is shaking with my mixed emotions. All this is so new to me.

My hands slide down over his chest to his nipples. Now some deeply ingrained instinct takes over my actions and I find myself teasing them into needle-point sharpness. I feel the sharp intake of Phillip's breathe and a soft moan escapes his lips. Obviously, he is nearing the point of arousal and my eager hands move down to his cock. I cup and gently squeeze his balls in one hand as the other stokes the fires of his burgeoning erection. I am oblivious of my father's and uncle's presence; temporarily they have no place here. There is only Phillip and I and the only sounds in the room are of our laboured breathing. Then, suddenly my rising passion is cut short by my uncle's voice.

"Steady on there, Jon." He laughingly tells me. "You've got poor Phillip all worked up. He's in quite a state of arousal."

Uncle Kyle's words act as a circuit breaker and I regain my composure. I continue with my inspection of Phillip as dispassionately as I can. But this is not easy. Phillip is so responsive to my touch.

My hands move down over his belly and I pause long enough to explore his deeply indented navel with a fingertip. Wisely, my hands bypass his genitals and move down his long powerful legs. I examine his feet and toes before standing up. Instinctively, my next move suggests itself and I hear myself ordering Phillip to turn around. He does so and presents his back for my inspection. I'm becoming more confident and I take a firm, rounded buttock in each hand and squeeze hard. Then releasing them, I gaze at their deep, dividing cleft and wonder if this is 'out of bounds' to me. As though he is reading my thoughts, Uncle Kyle instructs Phillip to.

"Bend and spread!"

Obediently, Phillip bends at the waist and reaching behind him he pries both ass cheeks apart exposing that most secret part of him to my view. Momentarily, Phillip's willingness to expose himself so openly shocks me. But then I realise he is a slave and no part of his body belongs to him. His body belongs to another and as a slave he can have no secrets from his Master.

Suddenly, Uncle Kyle steps forward and delivers two stinging slaps to his slave's ass. Phillip gasps from the unexpectedness of this and as the sound echoes throughout the silent room, my uncle angrily admonishes him.

"I told you to spread! Now do it! SPREAD THEM! NOW!"

Poor Phillip! I'm not sure that he could part his ass cheeks any more than he has. But his Master had ordered him to do so and struggles to oblige his Master's demand. In doing so, he reveals more of himself to me.

I now see his large, pendulous balls hanging low between his widely spread thighs and they 'jiggle' with just the slightest movement of his body. His anus is stretched open and the pink striated flesh of his sphincter is winking an invitation to me. I want so much to reach forward and touch it and I look to my uncle for guidance. He simply smiles and nods his head.

The next few minutes are unlike any I have ever had and the memory of them will stay with me forever. This is my first close physical contact with a white slave - and I promise myself it won't be my last by a long shot. I reach in between Phillip's thighs and fondle and play with his balls and when their novelty has worn off I finger his hole. At the first touch, he shudders violently and suggestively thrusts his ass backwards as though he is seeking to impale himself on my finger. No words are spoken and none are needed. His action tells me what Phillip wants and who am I to disappoint him. I enter him and I explore the warm, silky smooth interior of his body and delight in the tight embrace of his sphincter muscles.

But all good things must come to an end. I withdraw my finger from his body and with a new found confidence I slap his ass - not as hard as Uncle Kyle - and tell him to stand and face me.

Momentarily, we look at each other and Phillip smiles at me. He appears to be genuinely happy. Perhaps what my uncle said earlier about Phillip anticipating my eighteenth birthday is true. I would like to think so. Certainly, it is turning into a memorable day for me and Phillip has made it so.

Uncle Kyle tells me the final part of an inspection is the examination of the slave's mouth and teeth. I take my cue from him and order Phillip to open his mouth. Again my uncle steps forward and punishes his slave. This time, he angrily slaps Phillip's face and orders him to.

"OPEN WIDE!"

Poor Phillip! His face is reddened by his Master's slap and I see tears forming in his eyes. I try not to prolong his discomfort for too long and quickly examine his tongue and teeth all of which are in perfect condition. But such consideration for a slave's feelings won't always stay with me. Eventually I will become as demanding and as harsh as Uncle Kyle in my handling of my white slaves. They do deserve nothing else than to be treated with firmness.

Uncle Kyle congratulates me in what he calls my 'inspection techniques' and tells me I have all the attributes of black Master. My father endorses my uncle's comments and I feel proud that I have won their approval. Then my uncle turns to Phillip and instructs him to pay me homage.

Phillip falls to his knees and crawls over to me. He inclines his head and kisses my feet three times before speaking.

"Happy Birthday, Sir Jon! Many Happy Returns of the Day. Oh Sir! You don't know how I've longed for this day. I've known you since you were a small boy and in my heart I've always acknowledged you as my Superior. But I was never able to show it to you. I had to wait until Master said I could. Sir Jon, I look forward to serving you in any manner that my Master commands me to."

Then he leans forward once again and kisses my feet. I'm touched by his actions and words but strangely I now see them as my due. I now know the truth about Phillip. It has been revealing and many questions about him have been answered. But it has also told me much about myself and revealed previously unknown truths about my own nature.

I am a black Master.

There is one last ritual that is yet to take place.

Uncle Kyle dismisses Phillip from the room and once more proposes a toast to my eighteenth birthday. The two men closest to me drink my health and wish me well in my future life.

Then the door opens and Phillip re-enters bearing an elaborate birthday cake with eighteen lighted candles. He places it on a coffee table and moves to kneel at my feet. Once more he wishes me "Many Happy Returns" and smiles radiantly at me. Uncle Kyle orders Phillip to his feet and allows him to join with him and my father as they sing "Happy Birthday" in my honour.

I follow tradition and as I blow out the candles and I make my secret wish. Of course what else would I wish for on this most momentous of days? I wish for my very own white-boy slave -SOON!

As I cut my birthday cake, Uncle Kyle tells me that Phillip had baked and decorated it for me of his own volition and that he'd not instructed Phillip to do so. He tells me that for Phillip this is a true labour of love and as a slave who possesses nothing it is his birthday present to me. He then goes on to tell me that in doing this Phillip had followed a long tradition and that all my previous birthday cakes had been made by Phillip as an expression of his love for me.

I am deeply touched on learning this. I had no idea and I'd never been told this before today. Shamed, I think of my cruel, thoughtless treatment of my uncle's servant. But Phillip isn't Uncle Kyle's servant. He is his slave and I see in my birthday cake all the true love, loyalty and devotion that only a slave can give to his Master and his family.

Today has revealed many truths to me. Least of which is Phillip's inherent goodness and I realise that he is the third man in my life. However, as he is my uncle's slave, he will expect me to treat him as such and to never see him as my equal. I mustn't disappoint him.

As I cut my cake, I look towards Phillip standing silently in the background with his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his back. In future I will treat him as a slave but for today, I want to forget that and include him in my celebrations. I ask Uncle Kyle's permission to give Phillip a slice of my cake. He hesitates and I fear he will deny my request. But then he agrees.

"Well why not? After all today is a very special day. But only a small portion mind you!"

I cut what I consider a small slice of cake for Phillip but my uncle interjects.

"Jon, that's way too generous for Phillip. Half that amount is sufficient. He's not used to eating cake and I don't want him with a stomach upset. And more to the point, I don't want him putting on weight."

I do as Uncle Kyle wants and halve Phillip's portion of cake but there only three plates and cake forks and there are four of us. Do I serve a plate to Phillip or do I send him to fetch another?

Uncle Kyle sees my dilemma and tells me Phillip doesn't need a plate and that it is quite permissible for him to use his hands and to eat from them. He laughingly tells me that Phillip is among 'friends' and today 'we won't stand on ceremony'.

I hand the slice of cake to a smiling Phillip. As he takes it in his hands from me I reflect this is the first and last time I'll ever serve Phillip.

From now on, he must serve me as my Uncle Kyle's slave.

To be continued....