TYRONE IN ALABAMA
By Master Redbeard R+e+d+b+e+a+r+d+e+d+s+f at y a h o o dot com
PART THREE
Of course I was never told what was going on. One morning the Captain tossed clothes on the bed for me to wear. It was a full outfit -- jeans, t-shirt, underwear, socks, sneakers -- and it wasn't even a Sunday. I figured the Captain was going to take me to some other pervert's house, but then he gave me my suitcase to bring out to his car (I hadn't even seen that suitcase since I first arrived, since the Captain had controlled my clothes.)
But I was never told where we were going. When I saw a sign that said we were entering Mississippi, I was terrified that the nasty old man was bringing me someplace where he could dump my body. And I knew that if he got rid of me permanently he would never be brought to justice.
We pulled up behind a police station in this small Mississippi town and a big black man in a sheriff's uniform came out to greet us. I would come to know this man as Sheriff Ken. He looked me over and then gave the Captain directions to his house just two blocks away. The tall man met us and led us into his house. I was made to stand in the middle of the room and this time it was the black man who ordered me to strip down naked.
When I was totally bare, the black sheriff walked around me checking my body. He told me later he wanted to see if the Captain had left any permanent marks on me. I felt the black man's large warm hand planted on my left butt cheek as he said, "I'll bet this boy's ass was nice and smooth before you got to punishing him."
The Captain mumbled, partly to himself, "Boy like this needs discipline."
Sheriff Ken sneered at the old white man. Then he went into the next room and brought out a naked white teenager. I recognized this blond jock as the minister's grandson. He had on a leather collar, with a leash held by the large black man, also his hands were cuffed behind him. As the black sheriff ran his hands over the blond's smooth torso and then his hairless butt cheeks, he chuckled, "I appreciate flawless skin and would never want to damage something as nice as this ass."
The high school football star looked down at the floor blushing, displaying naked the same as I was, as the two men took care of some paperwork. The old white man took the leash that was attached to the blond boy's collar and said, "OK, transfer of prisoners is complete."
Sheriff Ken spoke in a deep mellow voice as he added, "Next time you and your ignorant white trash buddies wanna rape girls, there are plenty of pretty little white girls in your county. If you come back to my county, I cannot be responsible for your safety, whitey."
The Captain tugged on the naked high school boy's collar and grumbled, "You and your hypocrite grandpa both owe me big time for this, boy. I sure hope your ass ain't all stretched out from that black cock."
There was no goodbye spoken. Captain Worthing left that house and walked out of my life forever.
Now Sheriff Ken stood right in front of me, looking into my eyes. "I heard about you, boy. I know what that old white bastard likes to do to young black athletes like you. As much fun as I might have with that white boy's pretty ass, I saw my chance to get you out of the old man's clutches."
"So I'm free to go now, sir? I can move up north with my mom and....?
The big black man was shaking his head. "You still got another six months left on your probation, boy. That paperwork we signed gives you permission to leave the Captain's jurisdiction, but just hands you over to my jurisdiction. I'm responsible for you now, kid."
As he looked in my eyes, his fingers were rubbing the side of my face. It was like I was being hypnotized. His lips pressed against my lips. Then his tongue slipped between. He gripped me around in his powerful arms and squeezed me to his body.
I started kissing him back as I felt my cock jump to full stiffness and press into the black sheriff's tan uniform slacks. His big hand went down to my ass and he was squeezing each cheek. The big man paused and softly asked, "Did that big old white bully hurt you, son?"
I laid my head against the black man's tan uniform shirt. A tidal wave of emotions swept over me. It was simply the fact that this man cared about me. I wonder if it was that moment when I fell in love with Sheriff Ken.
He took me to his bedroom to "get better acquainted." The two of us rolled on the bed kissing and touching each other. I reached down to play with his boner through his tan slacks. Then I slid down, opened his pants and took out his huge thick cock. It was the biggest I had seen since my ordeal began (but then again it was the first black man's cock I'd seen). I slid down and worked the foreskin with my lips and teeth. My tongue pushed back the skin and then I really started sucking up and down.
I realized this was the first time I sucked a cock without being ordered to do it. The big black man was so loving and tender with me that I wanted to do everything for him. But Sheriff Ken was willing to take his time. It was another two weeks before he lifted my legs up over his shoulders and positioned his thick black cock against my anus. By that time I was already calling him daddy and he was calling me son.
Sheriff Ken got me enrolled in the local high school and encouraged me to lead a full life. He attended all my track meets and the two of us went together to Sunday prayer at the Baptist church. Nobody in this new town knew I was on probation for any supposed crime. They just knew I was a fatherless black boy and Sheriff Ken had taken me in to care for me. They never suspected that the big man was my lover, and that I was devoted to his thick cock.
I never told my mother much of what happened at Captain Worthing's place. But I did tell her I had been unhappy and that the Captain helped me move in with a black sheriff in Mississippi. When my mom came to visit, I actually slept in the small bedroom so she wouldn't see that I was sharing this older man's bed.
After high school, Sheriff Ken helped me get a scholarship to major in Criminal Justice. Straight out of college, I became a deputy sheriff in Ken's department. All our co-workers know that I call the man Dad, but on duty I always refer to him as Sheriff or Boss. At night in our bedroom I call him Sir or Daddy, and he still calls me Boy.
THE END