The Life of Koru, Chapter 3
One day, Sir Reginald had a very pleasant discussion with a young man called Jared Dakari who aspired to be a taskmaster. Jared was an imposing, muscular man with sharp features and piercing eyes. He had come to Sir Reginald's plantation with an impressive resume, detailing his experience in managing large groups of koru and his expertise in slave labor.
"I understand that you are looking for an overseer," Jared said, his voice smooth and confident. "And I believe that I am highly qualified for the job."
"We'll see about that," sir Reginald laughed. "I want to see you in the fields first, whipping some koru"
Jared smiled thinly. "I've worked with koru all my life," he said. "And I've found that the key to success is discipline. You need to make sure your apes know who's in charge."
"Do these apes ever know anything?" sir Reginald retorted laughingly.
"They do. And if not, I will teach them."
Sir Reginald giggled. The answer was wise and showed determination which is exactly what a taskmaster needed. The job was very well paid, but you needed to find joy in it, otherwise it was simply not worth it. Staying outside all day, bossing smelly and stupid koru around was not really what most Black gentlemen liked. Those who became taskmasters had a penchant for sadism, for dominating koru and making them suffer, for turning their lives into a living hell.
As Jared stepped into the field he immediately felt the poignant smell of slavery emanating from the naked bodies of the working koru. It was the sweat of fear and submission and it made Jared aroused.
"Apes, eyes on me! I am your new overseer! You will call me Sir Jared!"
"Yessuh Jared suh," the koru said.
Sir Jared had a personal way of getting to know the slaves. Each day he would go to a new slave and ask him to suck his cock right there in the field. And so he went to the first one
"On your knees, slave!"
"Yessuh!"
"What's your name, slave?"
"I'se Maku, suh!"
"Suck my cock, Maku! Come on, suck it!"
And the slave called Maku sucked like his life depended on it.
Next day Sir Jared took another one
"On your knees, slave!"
"Yessuh!"
"What's your name, slave?"
"I'se Bogger, suh!"
"Suck my cock, Bogger! Come on, suck it!"
Then he took Oxer, then Swugo, then Mulo, then Peon. And soon all the slaves under his supervision were his official cocksuckers.
Then Sir Jared moved to the next stage.
"Each day, two of you will lick my boots, morning and evening, starting from today!"
This was a long-living tradition. On plantations and quarries, overseers would often ask for a koru to lick their boots. Koru liked to lick boots, they saw it as a form of connection with their Black overlords. Forever barefoot, they saw boots as something alien, even magical, that's why they licked boots with doglike passion. Their dedication and diligence to make a boot clean with their tongue was surreal. No matter how dusty or muddy a boot was, the koru would lick. On their knees, heads to the ground, humble, licking, licking fervently, making sure to reach every spot. At that point they were in a trance, cocks stiff, drooling like hungry dogs till they finished.
This is how Sir Jared liked to see them, every morning and evening, while relaxing in his chair. And the pair of slaves at his feet changed every day, so soon all of them were his bootlickers.
Then came the third phase: each koru had to feel his whip.
Sir Jared was careful to time that perfectly.
His whip blows were lightning bolts of explosive energy sending shivers to the slaves even when heard from a distance.
When his whip slapped over their flesh it was as if they were marked by a god, by a supreme entity who decided that they should be punished.
The koru trembled and feared their god's wrath.
When Sir Reginald visited Sir Jared's sector at the end of the month he was very pleased by the results. The slaves seemed totally under the taskmaster's control. Their productivity had increased, they were also very quiet and obedient. Hiring Sir Jared seemed a success.
"Move, you fucking pieces of shit, put your back into it, you lazy dogs!"
And with these words, Sir Jared applied his heavy whip to the backs of Mulo and Peon. Sir Jared disliked these two slaves from the day he saw them. They seemed to defy him in some way that he couldn't exactly identify. There was a secret they were hiding, some words that were left unspoken.
"You are butt buddies aren't you, you pieces of shit? You like fucking each other in the ass?"
"Nosuh!" the slaves kept lying, afraid to respond otherwise, keeping their heads down, but the truth was obvious from the way they blushed.
It was a pleasure for Sir Jared to have Mulo and Peon yoked together one day and made to pull like beasts-of-burden.
Sir Jared would climb right on top of the plough thus making it harder to pull, standing there up straight like a king, basically towering over his two beasts, hearing their loud grunts, seeing their muscular backs as they lunged forward to make the plough move.
And if they staggered, he would snap them hard with the whip.
Life in the fields was harsh for Peon and Mulo.
In the herd however, Peon started to be respected for defeating Muaka in a fight. Some even saw Peon as the future herd leader, although things were still tensioned and uncertain inside the koru community. Above all else, Muaka wanted to take revenge on Peon for humiliating him. Some of Muaka's friends kept coming to Peon telling him:
"Come fight Muaka again, boy, see what ye get! Muaka will get yer ass kicked, boy! Ye gonna see, Muaka will rip yer cunt in two!"
But Peon laughed at them and said:
"Muaka is like dog that only bark and don't bite!"
And it was true. This was until Muaka instructed his henchmen to throw pieces of shit and dung at Peon's mud house. This angered Peon beyond any measure. He took a piece of tree bark, made a cord out of it and jumped inside Muaka's hut without any warning. Before Muaka could react, he had the cord around his neck and was suffocating under Peon's vigorous pull. All of Muaka's friends in the hut were frozen, they were afraid Peon would kill Muaka if they reacted in any way.
"Say, moron, ye gonna throw more shit at my house?" Peon said.
"No... please... no!" Muaka mumbled desperate to get some air.
"Suck my cock, moron!" Peon said.
And so it happened that Muaka, who was considered the strongest slave in the herd and who had had many other weaker slaves suck his cock, had to suck the cock of a younger slave that night. It was the downfall of a giant. With diligence he applied his mouth to the long shaft of Peon's cock. Peon's long cock reached deep inside Muaka's throat, making him gag and salivate, while he tried to mutter curses. Muaka was a lousy cocksucker with very little practice in his life and the cord around his neck made the sucking even more awkward, but Peon started to enjoy it.
"Oh yeah, bitch, yeah, suck my cock!" Peon cried.
Soon enough, the younger slave was pumping copious amounts of cum inside Muaka's throat. Muaka's loyal friends couldn't believe it was real what they were seeing in front of them: their mighty chieftain reduced to a sucking whore.
When Peon left their hut he only said this to them:
"Good night to y'all!"
And that was it.