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He remembered his Swahili name, Amani. That’s what his mother called him last time almost 3 months ago before they were captured and brought by ship, a lifetime corporal punishment for only being of a different colour and not able to run and hide.
He wasn’t allowed to read or write the new strange language but he remembered the ship’s name: Edgefield. Date: 1/1/1853. He was five years old, orphaned and alone. Even at home, his tribe worried for him, he was small and frail for his age and as a slave it meant… he was a freebee with a big sale. In their long journey they were made to learn basic English to understand commands and ask for food and toilet breaks.
As demand for slaves increased, the Portuguese began to enter the interior of Africa to forcibly capture people. Enslaved people were often torn from their families and sold, with families being divided across plantations or colonies. All slaves were given names by their owners. It was up to the slave owner to assign whatever name they wished, and most often consisted of no more than a first name, just like for him. He was named Pym.
Mr. Mills, who boasted to be a direct bloodline of the pilgrims, was as white and as cruel as they came at the time. He had acres of land which was growing as he was a forerunner and shameless crusader of the Indian Removal Act, leading the forced relocation of Native American tribes from their ancestral lands. He prided himself with books where he kept account, describing his killings of what he termed as filth.
He had a large estate taken from the natives through years of his family’s atrocities and prided himself with the largest collection of African Cattle people to work for him. Pym was a freebee thrown in with his new assignment.
Like you would feel for a baby animal with big eyes and doll lips, Mr. Mills felt an unfamiliar fleeting pity towards the little slave. He was given the most tender position of work, at the barn and his home. He was to support Mrs. Mills in the kitchen and her farm which consisted of vegetable fields, cattle barn and chicken coops. Like most of the other slaves, he worked in the fields, performing a variety of tasks from sunup to sundown. Mrs. Mills turned out to be crueller than her husband.
In his wretched life, the only sunshine was Master Theodore Mills. It started on Pym’s first day under Mrs. Mills’ charge. He didn’t know how to work the stoves. He couldn’t figure out how much and how frequently to add wood to keep the open flames burning. Mrs. Mills had picked up a burning piece of wood with tongs and branded Pym’s back with it. When he shouted and tried to run away, he was thrashed like little animals should. That night in the barn, Master Mills had come to visit the new boy. Theodore was seven years old, a splitting image of Mr. Mills, extremely handsome, tall and white with Caramel dark blonde hair, with kind grey eyes and a gentle smile. He was wearing a linen shirt that reached to his knees and socks. Pym sat in the corner of the barn, wearing a similar but old and torn undershirt and nothing else. His eyes red from crying and face swollen from the beatings.
Theodore had brought some soup and bread for the boy and ointment. He had seen the torture from the upstairs landing and even after seeing all the pain surrounding his household and farm, this time it felt like he was being physically hurt. Every strike on the slave boy felt like a strike on his back and heart. He had cried himself to sleep and then carried his supper and smuggled some of his mother’s ointment to the barn. He knew if caught he could be beaten and the boy may face an even worse punishment, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to go and comfort him.
As soon as he approached Pym, he ran deeper into the barn, fearing more beatings, he was confused on what he may do to get tortured. Theodore kept the food and the cup of ointment on the floor and sat on his knees next to it, waiting for Pym to approach him like a wild puppy. After a long time, Pym crawled out and approached the food slowly. He sat opposite Theodore and picked the bread and started to run away but Theodore held his wrist gently. “What’s your name?” He said in the best pronunciation he was taught by his tutor. Pym looked at him with scared, large, red and beautiful eyes. “Your name…I Theodore…you?” Theodore touched their clasped hands on his chest and then on Pym’s. “Amani…huh… Pym!” he responded. “I like Amani… I will call you Amani!” Theodore smiled and Pym smiled back… from that night on, he was Amani… only for Theodore.
Mrs. Mills kept Pym poor, depriving him of basics like food, clothing, and for shelter he lived in the barn. In the next 11 years Pym, though still small and thin, had become a skilled craftsman, house servant, and livestock handler.
To Mrs Mills’ disgust, Pym was also extraordinarily beautiful even to her hateful eyes. He was small but tightly muscled, his torso weirdly cut into eight blocks, his chest square and nipples big and black. His skin was broken and healed repeatedly but still looked soft and silky. His hair curled when it grew but she had them sheared like her sheep. But most striking was his face, it was angular with large black eyes bordered with thick long lashes and his lips were shapely and pink. He used chewing sticks made of barks and salt to clean his teeth which were straight and whiter than Mr and Mrs. Mills who used tobacco and charcoal.
His beauty fuelled her anger and whippings was a common form of punishment, he was forced to work long hours, often even overnight and punished for not working fast enough, being late, or defying authority like looking up while talking to Mr or Mrs. Mills.
By 1863 there were almost half a million slaves but the census recorded only 180 K, which was more than 30% of the state’s population. Many of them, like Pym, lived in barns, attics and basements hence were never recorded, like a twisted Cinderella .
If Pym was a tortured slave, hated and punished by Mrs. Mills, Amani was a cared for boy, loved and doted on by Theodore. As days became months and weeks grew in years, the boys became best friends. Theodore… Theo came to the barn every night, sometimes with food, clothes or medicines but always with love and care. Amani told him about his village, jungle and exotic animals, whatever little he remembered, Theo taught him to speak, read and write. They spent all their nights together, Theo slept in the barn with Amani on many of those nights, sneaking to his room at dawn.
On Theo’s sixteenth birthday, Amani had touched their lips together as a gift, the way he had seen the town preacher do to Mrs. Mills when Mr. Mills went away for days for his quests.
Theo had felt a jolt of fire in his body and had gotten hard in his breeches. He ran away to his room, his heart beating like a drum, his mind spinning with images of Amani and his boy part now a painful hard manhood.
After several minutes, he ran back to the barn. Amani was awake, in a whirlwind of confusion and arousal. Theo had taken him in a hug and then kissed him fully, pressing their lips together and slowly moving their pelvises close enough to feel each other’s engorged organs. They kissed for hours that night, exploring each other, trying things that came naturally. Lips, tongue, smiles and moans filled Theo’s sixteenth birthday night eve.
The next morning,Theo dressed in his best short jacket and new trousers instead of his usual breeches. Under the jacket, he wore a shirt and a waistcoat with embroidery made by Amani under Mrs. Mills strict supervision. As the Mills left for church, Theo touched his felt hat towards Amani, very slightly but surely. Amani looked up for a moment and then down at Theo’s new shoes with buckles, he normally wore boots because he worked with horses and cattle.
Mr. Mills came back extremely angry from church, there were rumours about Preacher Galveston and Mrs. Mills. That evening, Mr. Mills got drunk and violently thrashed Mrs. Mills. Her screams of agony and his angry brutal words with the sound of leather belt on skin filled the night. Amani held a crying Theodore in his arms all night in the barn, that’s how they celebrated his sixteenth birthday.
The next morning a horrible news floated in the town. One of Preacher Galveston’s slave girl had taken some candy, she must have been eight or nine, and that her slaveholder had punished her by holding her head under a rocking chair while she whipped her. The incident had resulted in a crushed jawbone and permanent disfigurement.
One news brought more gossip of such cruelty by Preacher Galveston and his staff against his slaves. It was very common for his slaves to run away into the woods after being badly whipped. They were forced to, for they could not do their tasks, and so they stayed in the woods till they got well. Sometimes they stayed there five or six weeks till they were taken, or were driven back by hunger. But there were great many who never came back; they were whipped so badly they never got well, but died in the woods, and their bodies found by people hunting for them.
Galveston sent his men to collect the collars and chains and bells, which they would take from dead slaves. They would just take off their irons and then leave them, and think no more about them.
Galveston was tall and a heavy set man, a widower with no children. Feared by slaves, staff and ladies of the night. Many left battered and brutally mutilated by him. These were all rumours because nothing got proven. He wasn’t a priest but proclaimed himself as a preacher and head of the inquisition committee.
Abandoned widows without children were branded as witches by his inquisitors and after being locked in Galveston’s basement for months, they disappeared. “Satan came and took his brides!” He proclaimed and everyone bowed their heads and accepted it, didn’t believe but accepted it.
Amani knew what Mr. Mills had heard about Galveston and Mrs. Mills was all true and not rumours. He had seen them together through years and one night had seen Galveston take their baby away in the dead of night, it was a time when Mr. Mills was gone for over a year.
Mr. Mills didn’t return alive from his hunting trip after a few weeks of the open confrontation between him and Galveston.
After the funeral, Galveston dumped their thirteen years old daughter Lilla at Mills home.
Lilla Mills was twisted and evil. It wasn’t known what happened to her at her father’s place or what she saw or did there, but from the day she landed at the Mills household, she brought an erry chill with her.
For such a young lady she dressed in old maiden clothes of her father’s dead wife. And like Preacher Galveston, she wore a large silver cross around her neck, a trademark of his inquisition committee.
Theodore left home to fence their estate borders for days at time and Amani bore the brunt of the torture alone at home.
The screams of the other slaves being tortured filled the estate day and night, but Amani didn’t give that satisfaction to Lilla Mills, he endured everything silently.
After Mrs. Mills mysteriously passed away, without taking her permission, as the man of the house, Theodore started taking Amani with him for his trips before the onset of winter.
Their first overnight trip coincided with Theodores’s nineteenth birthday. Lilla wasn’t happy and she sent her father a messenger to alert of this digress.
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“This is heaven!” Amani smiled, looking at the mountains covering two sides of the place, thick woods at one end and the Mills estate fence at the start, with a glass surface like infinity lake in the centre of it.
Theodore hugged him from behind, looking at Amani riding the horse like a natural, his buttocks bouncing and his thin muscular body moving, had turned him to his limits.
“Amani! I want to love you!” Theodore whispered in his ears. Amani turned around and kissed him lovingly, “How?” He asked, he really didn’t know. “I visited a man streetwalker, he told me how! I didn’t do anything with him or anyone. I paid him for… uhh… information!” He nervously licked his lips.
“What do you want… I can do anything for you. Theo says and Amani does! I may be your house slave but you are my master! You own me!” Amani said exactly how he felt, since that first night Theodore had come to visit him.
“You own me too, dear! You own me too!” Theodore confessed and kissed his love, deeply and passionately.
They sat at the shore, Amani safely tucked between Theo’s thighs and in his arms, as he explained what he was told about man to man coitus to Amani.
“I want you to be inside me!” Amani asked, shyly.
“It can be painful, I have lard with me but I don’t want to hurt you. I would be happy if it was the other way around!” Theo offered, unsure about it but he was ready to do anything for Amani.
“No! I want you inside me!” Amani stood up and got naked and offered his beautiful muscular ebony silky soft body to Theo.
Theo had made me a promise that the first time they spent together he would fuck Amani hard, so hard that he would never want anyone else ever. He vowed that Amani would have as many orgasms as he could cope with and then he would give him more.
The time for passionate, romantic that he had dreamed had arrived.
That morning Amani had shaved his body with a new blade he had hidden in the barn and used a small amount of leftover soaps he took from the bath. He felt smooth, buffed and prepared to be loved, hole licked, sucked and kissed all over. If Theo’s heartstopping kisses were anything to go by, his skills in coitus were going to be first class.
He stared at his handsome master hungrily as he took off his clothes and he dropped to his knees and started sucking on his doodle as Theo pulled down his own knickers and got completely naked.
Theo got down on his knees on the soft shore grass and pressed his mouth on Amani’s.
Amani forgot all his woes and pain, when Theo’s tongue entered his mouth, he was probing, searching and duelling with his tongue. The relentless pressure of his mouth on Amani’s was intoxicating. He wanted more than anything at that moment for his master’s cock to plunge into his hole. He curbed his impatience as he wanted this to play out many times before he collapsed exhausted from their .
The air around them was still and a hot flash of heat covered Amani’s body when Theo’s passionate kisses increased in intensity. He held Amani tight to his body, wrapping his arms around his back, pressing his hard cock against his stomach.
Amani needed to get closer, pushing him over to his back, he sat astride his hips and leaned down and took over kissing the life out of Theo. He couldn’t resist fondling his cock, he wanted to feel his hardness. Stroking him and kissing his plump lips turned him on more.
He tried to control his urges, even if it was only for a few minutes. He enjoyed setting the pace of the luxurious open mouth kissing, his tongue licking in and out of his master’s mouth. Messily missing where he wanted to go and catching his lips in his teeth. Amani realised, If he kept up this frantic pace, he would come before Theo even touched his twitching hole.
Grinding his hole into the shaft of delight, Amani teased his cock harder, this only resulted in his desire rising and getting desperate to have him inside him. Images of him thrusting hard as Theo slammed into him flashed through his mind.
Amani moved down along the beautiful alabaster body and enjoyed the view of the massive hard dick. The tip glistened with a drop of precum and he licked it, tasting him, making Theo groan. When Amanis’s caloused hands held the cock, it was thrilling to have his young master at his mercy. Stroking him firmly, watching the beads of liquid form at his slit. He bent down and took the tip of his penis in his warm mouth, licking and sucking just the end of him at first.
He gave openmouthed kisses on the large pink head and started sucking gently any liquid that escaped.
He took Theo by surprise and took his whole length into his mouth in one go and was rewarded with an expletive statement whispered from his lips. Grinning as he popped out of his mouth, he licked his way down to his hairless ball sack and took them into his mouth and sucked on those too. Grabbing hold of Theo’s thighs, Amani nudged the base of his cock with his nose until he pulled away and let his balls drop from his mouth.
Theo hauled Amani up to his taut, muscled body, by his arms and he positioned him so he could sink his hole down and sheath his cock. Placing him at his entrance, Amani held his breath as he dropped down on him, feeling full as his bullocks hit Theo’s thighs. Wasting no time at all, Amani needed to feel the friction of Theo’s love stick inside and supported himself by placing his hands on Theo’s chest and slid his hole up and down the length.
The tight hot channel made the thrusting of the cock feel amazing.
They went for another round of passionate kisses to complete the experience of losing their virginity to each other. Leaning forward, Amani sucked on Theo’s lower lip.
Theo caught the nape of Amani’s neck with his hand and pulled him in for a deeper kiss.
Bouncing up and down on his cock, desperate to come, climbing higher and higher he held onto the broad muscular shoulders for support. With his tongue in his mouth and his cock in his hole, Amani came hard while he still allowed Theo to thrust up into his buzzing arsehole. He strangled his cock with the first orgasm, a powerful throb that he felt in his heart and belly. But the young master didn’t stop for a second and continued thrusting upwards, grabbed his lover’s hard square pecs and sucked on his nipples as Amani came down from his first ual orgasm.
Theo lifted Amani by his waist and told him to turn around.”I want to see your arse cheeks as they land on my body when I take you again from behind.” Theo demanded from his lover.
They were not surprised but still extremely delighted with their stamina for another round, both still hard. Theo hadn’t come even once and looked like the young lover could go all night.
Sitting astride his hips, facing opposite him, Amani guided him to the entrance and sat on his cock and felt the fullness once more. His roaming hands found their way to the long black dick and started to rub, Amani’s fingers joined in and they rubbed at a rhythm of the Theo was giving him. Theo wss an animal and Amani left him to it and rested back and supported his body to gain height to slam down on his cock repeatedly. He was so big and hard that he felt another orgasm building.
Their moans were getting louder and Amani opened his mouth with the pleasure his young master was giving him. It was becoming too much and he laid back on his muscular chest, Theo grabbed the ebony chest and squeezed hard, capturing the nipples and pinching them.
It raised the oncoming orgasm higher for the small ebony boy, sitting on his master’s lap with his huge white dick inside his hot small hole.
Theo kissed and bit his shoulder and Amani liked it. He swivelled his hips and teased him, but Theo was in another mode, this was his Amani.
The slave boy he had fallen in love with even before he understood love. The boy whose body he wanted to be his even before he had discovered his own body.
The relationship he wanted for life, even when everyone, including their God said it was wrong. But when Amani was with him, in his arms and now in this intimate embrace, it felt right, he felt right, they felt right!
Theo took the control back and snaked his hand around the shapely throat and kept Amani in one place while he thrusted up into the well used and impossibly tight channel. With each thrust up he gently tightened and released his hold on the throat.
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