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Tales of a Dedicated Jack of Spades - Part 6
slave tillinger:
I must've been exhausted because I dozed off. But I quickly woke up and hit my knees when I heard my Master come through the door.Ê He quickly made his way down the stairs and over to my cage, unlocking the door and hauling me out and on to my feet.
"Come on bitch. Let's go."
I knew better than to question him so I just fell in to step behind him. We almost ran up the stairs and directly out to the car, which sat in the driveway. In the passenger seat was the UPS driver from earlier that day. Master got behind the steering wheel and as I reached to get in the back my Master said, "No!"
"If you like being on display so much, you can stand there naked and answer our questions.
"Yes Sir."
"Now step up in front of the garage door."
When I did so, my Master put the high beams on me, which lit up my shame for the whole street to see.
"Slave..." began my Master...
"We had a delivery this afternoon from the UPS man, is that correct?"
"Yes Sir."
"You answered the door with a sheet wrapped around your naked body as you are ordered to do, correct?"
"Yes, Sir, correct Sir."
My stomach was in knots wondering who was witnessing this embarrassing event. My eyes darted around quickly at my neighbours' homes.
"HEY! FAGGOT!" The UPS God yelled at me as he leaned over and honked the horn twice. If the neighbours had not been aware of this scene yet, they certainly were now.
Then this tall giant of a black man got out of my Master's car and strided up to me in three steps only, raising his hand and slapping my face hard. My head reeled and I fell to the ground. I could see my Master jump out of his car only to be ordered back inside.
"You stay where you are bitch!"Ê
And to my shock, Master got back in the car.
"You, little insignificant cunt..." he turned his wrath back on me.
"You dare look around to see who is witnessing your humiliation instead of focusing on what your so-called Master is saying to you. Well that might be okay in his books, but you are dealing with a Black Superior now bitch, and if that tattoo means anything then you know what that means. Right?"
"Yes...yessir."
"So let's review the mistakes you have made since my arrival here tonight."
"Yes, Sir. I worried about myself and what others might think of me instead of focusing on what my Master and you, a Black King, were saying to me."
"And...?"
My mind was reeling. What else did I fuck up?
"And!?" He was losing his patience...
"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know what else I did wrong."
"Stand up you white worm."
Which I did immediately.
And in one quick movement he stepped forward and laid a strong punch to the gut on me. Which knocked the air out and I hit my knees again...hard.
Then he leaned down and with a menacing voice he whispered to me...
"You don't ever stand in my presence again without my permission."
"Yes...Sir...my apologies Sir."
"Apology not accepted bitch."
"Yes Sir."
"You out of the car..." he ordered my Master; an order to which he complied.
"Step up here and learn something."
And so Master took his place in front of me as well.
"Now, slave, how does a proper Jack of Spades greet one of his Superiors?"
And as if my training was yesterday I crawled over to the Black King and lowered my face until my lips were almost, but not quite, touching the tops of his boots. And I hovered there, knowing I would not move until he told me.
He turned his attention to my Master...
"I can't believe your training of this bitch has been so shoddy that he did not even remember how to properly greet a Superior."
"Well, I didn't like the neighbours knowing our business out here in front of the house."
"Fuck the neighbours!" He said loudly.
"Are you ashamed of who you are?"
"No, of course not." My Master answered quickly.
"Then you must be ashamed of your slave here?" To which my Master answered in the negative as well.
"Then what is stopping you from treating your slave like a slave? What is stopping you from proudly being his Master, even in front of your neighbours. There will always be those who disapprove but they will learn to ignore you over time...or not, which is their problem."
My Master was thinking this over quietly, then he ordered me...
"Slave, get over here and kiss my shoes in greeting."
And I cringed inside for my Master because I would never move from this spot without this Black King's permission.
"Slave!" My Master exclaimed, and I could hear the embarrassment in his voice.
And to make matters worse, the Black King started to laugh at my Master.
Then he leaned over, tousled my hair, and said: "Oh little one, your Master does not catch on very quickly."
Straightening up again he simply ordered..."Bitch, start to clean my boots and don't stop until I tell you to stop."
Which I did, licking his boots all over with great passion of duty.
"You see, master' you're slave was first brought into service for the Black Man. Service for which he was trained and marked for life. When it was just the two of you, he respected you as his Master' of sorts, but you never really owned him...he has always belonged to us...We of the New World Order. Right slave?"
"Sir, yes Sir." I muttered before returning to boot duty.Ê
I felt bad for my Master and the last few years of our relationship. But two minutes in the presence of this Black God and I knew my Master was no longer real to me. I was born to serve and service the Superior Black Race.
"That's enough slave." And I stopped licking and stayed with my head hovering at his feet, waiting for my next instruction.
"Do you understand now?" He asked my Master.
"Then I guess we're through, you and I?" He addressed me directly.
"Talk to me when you want to discuss this slave's future. It does not belong to him. It belongs to the Superior Blacks, which right now means he is mine."
"So you are his Master now?" Asks my Master.
"I am Master over him and all white people because I am of the Superior Race. But many do not recognize that authority yet. However, your slave recognizes that. Therefore, your relationship will remain somewhat the same in that I will allow you to be what I call a Beta White Master over him. Meaning your skills as a Master will be used to train him and other white subs into servitude for the NWO. But you will recognize first your own subservience to your Black betters in doing so."
"So he stays my slave..."
"Correct. As well as others, that either you or we recognize as submissive in nature. Your home will become an in-house training ground for slaves, who will eventually be marked as permanent property of the New World Order, as Jack of Spades."
My dick was rock hard listening to this exchange.
"But in order for this to happen, I have to profess my submissiveness to this NWO?"
I could hear my Master's distaste in his voice.
"Yes."Ê
"Then there is no way that's going to happen."Ê
And my hopes and wishes were dashed.
But the Black King just chuckled.
"Let's review shall we Master man..." he uttered the words with derision.
"You came home from work earlier this evening to find your slave, how now?"
"He was naked, in the middle of the driveway, on his knees, drenched in your cum and piss."
"Plus the piss of who else now, you told me?"
"Some neighbourhood delinquent." And I could feel the Black King working hard to control his anger.
"Don't you mean that he was getting drenched by the piss of that strong young brother who is parked right over there on his bike." He gestured to where Jarad was standing, until now unnoticed.
"Hey!" My Master yelled making a threatening move toward Jarad...
But the Black King grabbed him by his arm and threw him up against the garage door with a thud.
"No! Unacceptable behaviour." Then he set him back down again.
Then he called to Jarad..."Young brother, why don't you come on over here."
An invitation that Jarad was quick to respond to, dropping his bike and swaggering over toward us with a grin plastered on his face. I had tried not to pay too much attention to Jarad as he matured over these last few years, keeping my thoughts age appropriate toward the young man. But in these last few months, as he has approached his 18th birthday, I would be lying if I said I had not noticed the change in his body and demeanour. It was obvious he was a jock and the growing muscles he sported under his tank paid homage to his hours in the gym and on the sports fields or courts where he trained. As he approached he took the bottom of his jersey and wiped the sweat from his brow and I caught sight of his tight abs, not an ounce of flab to be seen.
I already knew what he was packing in those shorts from when he pissed on me earlier, but he was flaccid then and still a solid 5 and a half thick inches. But now he was obviously very turned on because when he lifted his shirt to catch his sweat, you could see the outline of a hard, very well-endowed young man.
As he approached, the Black King shook young Jarad's hand and then looked down at me and I scooted over and kissed the tops of his smelly runners, causing my dick to jerk and drip more pre.
"So, go on with your recounting of your story...you drove up and this young Prince was pissing all over your slave..."
Jarad giggled.
"Yes, he was doing that, which pissed me off." Master continued.
"Then later, once your slave told you that I had written something on his back, you did what?"
"It was a phone number that I could barely make out, but I called it."
"And whose number was that?"
"It was your cell number."
"And...then what happened?"
"You suggested I come to where you were getting off work so we could go for a drink somewhere so you could explain to me what happened at my home this afternoon.
"Which you did."
"Yes."
"You came and picked me up at my work."
"Yes."
"And we went out for a couple of drinks."
"Yes."
"Where I explained to you the realities of the New World Order, what your slave's tattoos really meant, etc."
"Yes."
"And then, at my suggestion, you drove us over here."
"That's correct."
"So, I guess what we can say is that you have been just naturally following my orders as a Superior over you since your call to me earlier this evening."
"No, no...that's not accurate."
"Then tell me this master man...have you even questioned my instructions to you once this afternoon?"
A pause.Ê
"No, I guess not...but I was just trying to be nice."
"You were trying to be nice to the man that paraded your property outside in front of your neighbours after fucking his throat with my big black cock, marking him with my spunk, and pissing all over him. Then leaving him in the care of this fine young Black Prince who I knew would not be able to resist his natural predilection to mark this slut as his territory as well, along with that white bitch, hiding over there in the shadows, with the prick that's about to explode...get over here bitch."
And Joey quickly sidled over in front of Jarad and the Black King, the front of his shorts lewdly tented out in front of him.
"You know your place boy."
So Joey got down on his knees by me and kissed the Black King's boots, then moved over and kissed Jarad's shoes as well. Then his cock spasmed, spitting in to his shorts, as his face turned an immediate crimson while he was whimpering and moaning to himself.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry."
"Not to worry kid, it shows you understand your place. Now you, Prince, take him in the back yard, and stay out of trouble. I'll teach you how to train him later."
"Yes!" Jarad yelled as he grabbed Joey by his long locks and dragged him to his feet.
"Let's go bitch..." he ordered as he laid a couple of hard smacks on Joey's ass.
The Black King just smiled as he watched them leave.
"Nothing like seeing the next generation learning their part in things...right bitch?" He directed towards me.
"Yes Sir, Alpha Master Sir."
"Now back to your Master..."
"Who paid for our drinks this afternoon?"
"I did" Master answered.
"Did you offer to pay for my drinks?"
Master thought back for a moment.
"No, I don't remember offering."
"That's right, you didn't offer...yet when the waitress came up with bill and placed it in the center of the table, why did you pick it up?"
Master was confused.
"Is that what you do when you go out for dinner or drinks with your buddys? You automatically pick up the tab do you? You that rich?"
"No, not at all."
"So what happens?"
"Well, we either figure out our own portion of the check and pay that or we just split the total into however many we are and pay that."
"Of course you do. That makes sense. And it makes sense because you are all....what now, what's the word I'm looking for...you're all..."
"I don't know what you're looking for here" my Master answers, sounding exasperated.
"Okay relax...God, he's a dense one isn't he boy?" I dared not to move my head which brought a chuckle from the Black God..."Smart bitch."
"Then let's go at this from another direction. If you and your slave went out to dinner or drinks, who would pay the bill?"
"He would, of course."
"Why, `of course'?"
"Because he's my slave, my property, my underling. He's not my equal so it's his privilege to do that.
"ExactlyÉWell let me tell you `master', this evening you intrinsically recognized, on some deep internal level, that you are not my equal either. You followed my orders, picked me up, listened to my wisdom, paid for my drinks, and watched as I took total control of all that has happened since we returned here to your home."
Master looked panicked.
"Now is not the time to panic boy. Now is the time to take that final necessary step in to your future. So, in front of any neighbours who may be watching this little soap opera here tonight...which I can narrow down to just the guy across the street who's been lurking behind his curtains since we drove up...you need to take off all your clothes, get down on your knees in front of me, beside your slave, and kiss both my feet. Then we can turn off your car, step inside, and I will tell you how this whole situation is going to play out from here on out."
Then there was silence. I was praying that Master would take this step. I loved him and did not want to lose him, but I knew in my heart I would go and do whatever this Black King, or any other Black King told me to do. For though I had allowed myself to be sidetracked for a while, now I know I had found my way back to my proper life's journey, as a dedicated Jack of Spades.
So it was with joy that out of the corner of my eye I saw my Master begin to unbutton his shirt.
"Good choice." Affirmed the Black King.
Item by item, Master took off his clothes until he was standing bollocks naked in front of the bright car head lamps. Ê
I watched as Tom from across the street was slowly making his way over so he could see better.
But Master found his knees, crawled forward to the Black King, and leaned over and kissed his boots.
"Good boy. Now turn off your car and lock it up. Slave, pick up your Master's clothes and move inside."
Which we did.
Then, after Master had made his way in to the house, our Black King turned to Tom, who was hovering in the driveway, and offered:
"You're welcome to join us."
To which Tom turned tail and ran as the King laughed his ass off at him.
TO BE CONTINUEDÉ
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