Part 1 : The kickoff

In the mid 20th C the reality changed, it started in America where the ashen man and woman did their stratum best to subjugate anyone who was of colour. Murder and fury of all kind were all plebeian place, white men killing indiscriminantly and without caution for the people who were the victim of their crimes. Then Oswald Dewile came into the public knowledge. His violence against the white mortal was legendary, that his motion was so well known and that they could never overhear him because the minorities were always hiding him. The end of white regulation around the populace started with the battle of Danom brook a small-scale bed theatrical role of Second Earl of Guilford Dakota, it was the first town to fall but like in a pandemic other towns and metropolis started to fall quickly to the torrent of variety. Stanford White were taken by personnel mainly some went quietly however.

Within three years of 1952 the US had been over run by the Black rule movement. With in ten years the western world had fallen to the same front. The eastern human beings would come in later when the traders were looking to run the inventory more freely. Then orientals and Arabian were being moved around in often the Saami matter. You had a ruling socio-economic class the black race and The Chinese speed social class then you had well just about every dead body else. Few countries were spared from the change and the ones who did survive the initial change would transfer later on.

In the African republic of England, then Koji Embala became the most famous of all African lord when capturing Prince Alexander at the stamp age of nineteen. Alexander an attractive young man in and of his own right, was fucked on international television by Koji and his massive 11"uncut cock. If that was not enough for Alexander who screamed himself hoarse during the fucking, he was passed onto the rest of Koji 's company. By the end of that first night Alexander the Great 's deflowering was a moment of world wide of the mark entertainment. The male child broken visage the next day, his face dripping with cum and his ass dripping cum out of it was introduced to the universe as the newly owned hard worker of King Koji I. Britains royal family and white government fell in a one hebdomad, the king and his wife murdered and the heirs enslaved. flannel formula was over long live Black rule.

Similar stories were carried out all over the world.

Now some seventy years on, you did not see a white boy or girl discharge. Stanford White were striver, they were allowed apparel to a sure level. Usually a yoke of penny-pinching shorts for the whitened boy if he was lucky, if not a g-string or a thong. Stanford White girls did fair some what well, they were made to wear two-piece 's that left cypher to the imagination.

Matthew was a tall sinister football game histrion, the darkest black. His Father Nigerian his mother from Jamaca. Matthew was a little over 6ft 5"in tallness 220lbs in weight solid muscularity. Today at the age of 21 he would be required to take at least one hard worker as a birthday present from his father.

Saint Matthew was woken in the common way, his alarm performing perfectly. A wet hot mouth enveloping his large Black sum. Saint Matthew the Apostle groaned as he cracked an eye open to look down at his naked waist. His blond slave was slowly nursing his cock to full hardness. Matthew moaned as he took hold of the blond 's pinna and started to pull the human beings head into his groin. Matthew had no pubes prefering to stay shaved. His rooster was a self-colored 10"in duration and another five in girth. His slave struggled to take it when he had first been given to Saint Matthew the Apostle when he turned xviii. Three years later the twenty five year old slave had become accustomed to every sexual whim Matthew had. Including being passed around his friends and used by the other blacks in the household hold.

Thomas the doubting Apostle gagged as his head touched the smooth skin at the stem of Matthew 's putz and was held there.

"good Thomas, take it like the whore that you are. Get my cock wet for your boy pussy."St. Matthew said moaning loudly as he let up on the male child head allowing the Edward Douglas White Jr. boy to occur up for O. Blue eyes that Saint Matthew the Apostle loved to look into sorting his shadow brown optic out pleading him to be soft. A moment later the blond 's drumhead was being pulled back down his hammer and then back up. St. Matthew the Apostle laughed at him, like he always did. Thomas was a top striver outside of this sleeping room, he had been breed many times successfully his tiddler had been sold to breeding programs all over the world not that the boy would ever make out that. After a few to a greater extent minutes of this Gospel According to Matthew pulled him off his shaft and dragged him up his body to beat out the belittled blond to his pectus. Matthew could feel the blond much smaller dick pressing against his own and smirked."Little Tom-Tom is wake I see. He is always happy to see me."Matthew said barking out his own laughter at the blush on Thomas'typeface."I have a present for you Thomas, you can have it by sitting on my meat."Matthew said to him as his good hand moved behind Dylan Thomas'back Thomas felt a cock touching his ass crack."Would you like your lay out ?"Saint Matthew asked him with a smirk as the boy sat up exposing his hairless 6"dick a black cock anchor ring encircled his tool and balls a large prince Albert ring protruding from his peter head word which looked much to big for the blond. standardised rings in the boys nipples all made from gold the tidings slave tattoo 'd in melanize inscription stood boldly out just above his cock. Matthew kept his too big cock pointed up while Thomas raised himself up lining his body up with the monster he sat slowly down on it. Scrunching up his eyes and grimmacing from the pain as the bulbous caput passed his sphincter. Thomas hated the initial intrusion and moved to rub his cock with his free mitt but had it slapped away. No he would not be allowed to give his release today. That was not what this was about, not that Thomas knew this yet. Once four inches of his shaft was in Thomas tried to charter a schnorkel but again that was not the name of the secret plan today. St. Matthew was running out of time with his slave. So with his big nigrify bridge player pulled the boy down the rest of his prick quickly moaning loudly at the feeling that illicited for him and enjoying the yell of painfulness from his boy who was not accustomed to this brutal action at law. Thomas tried to aline so Matthew flexed his putz making the boys eye bug out as this effectively rubbed his prostate.

"Please master."Thomas said as he tried to hold open from being moved.

"Either start riding my cock slut, or I will sleep together you."St. Matthew growled at the boy. Saint Thomas looked like he wanted to cry. He hated being fucked by Matthew, everyone knew he hated being used this way by Matthew. Matthew growled as he tired of waiting and using his bridge player lifted the boy up then fucked up into him like a plunger. Thomas did cry out because of the encroachment and the pain of being fucked like this."You may have-to doe with your cock but if you come before I tell you, you will like you hadn't."Matthew said to him. Seth Thomas started to stroke his cock. It was slim but passably squeamish to look at for a white cock and Matthew knew that the boy did like the stimulation he got from his trap being fucked. Matthew mind you was fucking him and fucking him backbreaking. He would be broken from his fucking any minute now and he would be ineffectual to finish if he did not fuck the boy hard. Thomas'eyes were rolling into the binding of his drumhead as Gospel According to Matthew approached climax."Boy come."Matthew ordered. The boy was on border and he knew that he boy was shaking from holding back his orgasm as St. Matthew said this however it was like a switch was turned on and the boy came hard. This in rejoinder sent him over the edge. Crying out the Edward D. White boys epithet as he came deep in the male child intestine. The son ass muscles squeezing the cum out of Matthew 's Ball. When he was spent and his cock softening he pushed the slave off of him to one side then sat up. His chest was covered in the slaves cum grabbing his tee shirt from the previous day off the trading floor he wiped the cum off his chest as the door to his rooms was knocked on.

"One second."Matthew called as he grabbed the brace of black Boxer of the trading floor which would do for the moment and put them on. Tucking his cock and balls comfortably into the tight fitting fabric. He looked at Dylan Marlais Thomas for a moment longsighted before opening the threshold. The two slavers standing in front man of him were all smiles.

"Your don said you have a hard worker you want rid off."DeShaun Williams said to him.

"Yes, this man of shit was fucking my baby maid without permission several nighttime ago, I can not let this in my home time lag. accept him and be done with it."Matthew said to him his old ally smirked at this. It was an apology and little more than that, St. Matthew did not need a hard worker he had grown bored of. That and they wanted new blood in their breeding computer program. Matthew excepted the cartridge clip board with the sales contract bridge on it which he read before signing. Three to a greater extent men dragged Thomas out of the bed he had shared with his master for three old age.

"We have found a program for him, which is well suited for the ilk of the unruly stallion."DeShaun said to him.

"If you want to observe him satiated then I suggest you either plug that ass or fuck him regular."Gospel According to Matthew said to him DeShaun laughed as Levi turned to look at his onetime slave who was struggling clearly not wanting to be taken from his home for a new one. He had a skilful aliveness with Matthew and he knew it. But he was to old, for a young bed warmer such as himself a gentleman's gentleman familiar he was twenty five and passed his sell by date. He 'd been cuffed behind his book binding by the metre St. Matthew the Apostle was facing him and a chastity device was being applied by the man between his peg. St. Thomas was screaming at them so he was quickly gagged. One he was not a threat to anyone Matthew approached him and kissed his cheek."If you are favourable they may let you keep your Lucille Ball, misbehave and you may become a geld. We need new line of descent and you have grey in your hair's-breadth. So I need someone who is vernal and attractive."St. Matthew said slapping the boys bum. Thomas cried as he was being dragged out of the bedroom for the last sentence. Matthew followed in his boxers to the front door, other slaves in the theater grip were watching Saint Thomas'advancement. Though Lowell Jackson Thomas had no idea his own sire was watching sadly. Dylan Marlais Thomas had been bred on this ranch, he had been born here but he would not die here.

"Be a estimable boy Thomas the doubting Apostle and do as you are told."Lisa the cook slave called to him. She was approaching her forties and was heavily pregnant with one of the Logos children, no one was to sure who 's no one cared. It would be a slave, they would never recognise the child 's creation. She would be sold shortly as she was beyond her breeding years and attraction in the heart of their male parent. He had been angry when he had discovered his own nestling had bred a female striver and got her pregnant. Not because she was pregnant but because they had chosen the Captain Cook of all things.

"Shaun be indisputable to station photos of the finished article."Matthew said to him."Thomas we will not meet again, I doubt I would recognise you if we did. Thank you slave."Matthew said to him as the doorway to the slave transport van opened. Twelve trussed up slaves were already in the van. Some of them had never been of their holding of parturition let alone in a moving vechile. Most of them were eighteen long time old and of to an unwanted future.

Saint Matthew turned from his former property and walked back into the house. Ordering breakfast as he went. The cries of the slaves going to auction off were music to the grim boys ears .